This is my first submission on Literotica. Constructive feedback is welcome.
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It had been one of those really stressful Fridays at work. My students had been quite ready for the weekend and their behavior reflected their impatience. My legs were sore from standing all day, and by the time I got out of my car, I could scarcely bear to be on my feet. When I finally opened the front door, I sighed in relief. I stepped in, dropped my bags on the floor, and slipped off my shoes. Then I headed to the study and found my husband there just as I had expected. He was so intensely focused on his work that he didn't hear me come in.
"I'm home, Hon," I said, startling him.
"Hi Honey," he answered as he got up to kiss me, "how was your day?"
"Stressful. Actually I'm going to shower and take a nap. Don't let me sleep too long. OK?"
He nodded, and I headed toward the bathroom. Once there, I took off my clothes and dropped them into the hamper before stepping into the shower. The warm water was delightfully soothing, and soon I felt my lids getting heavy. I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and headed for the bedroom.
I reached for the lavender body lotion on my nightstand, and began rubbing it into my calves, then my thighs, spending extra time massaging my sore muscles. I made my way up to my butt, kneading each cheek a bit longer than needed to make the cream penetrate the skin. Next, I sat down on the bed, reclining a bit so I could rest my upper back against the headboard. Then, I worked the sweet-smelling lotion into the skin of my belly, and lastly rubbed it into my breasts. As I did so, I noticed my nipples beginning to harden. And I thought lavender was supposed to be relaxing. Enjoying the feeling, I continued to knead my soft mounds until a pleasant heat began to spread through my body; I moaned softly.
It wasn't long until my fingers found their way south. I began to trace my lower lips, holding them closed together. I rubbed the skin from side to side, feeling my flesh swell under my own touch. I've always enjoyed teasing myself. Finally, I parted the lips with two fingers and . . .
"Honey, dinner's almost ---"