WORDS: 1700+
DIALOG: Uber Minimal, only in the afterglow
BUILD-UP: Minimal: Dives Right In
NARRATION: 3rd Person (She/Her He/Him They/Their/Them)
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Lane Stayley's unique vocals charmed out a smooth melody in his rough tone, alongside the lead guitarist Jerry Cantrell who strummed out a mean rift, greeting her ears as Ruby strode through the front door. She kicked off her heels in front of the shoe rack, the music was muffled by a closed door and the sound of running water but it was loud enough to lift her brow and curl the corner of her lips in a slow smile. He had been driving her wild for some time now. Brushing past her in the kitchen, leaning over her at dinner, lounging in front of her on movie night, and with each little thing, Ruby found keeping her thoughts platonic evermore difficult.
He knew she enjoyed a nice shower when she got home from work, and now he was in it. The blonde haired vixen pulled the pins to let her hair cascade down her shoulders in golden waves before shrugging out of her suit jacket and letting it fall to the floor on her slow stroll across the foyer. Her pencil skirt was unzipped and dropped, stepping out of it with sleek thigh-high's and garter exposed beneath the tips of her crisp lavender blouse. She didn't even bother with the buttons, lifting it over her head she dropped it on the floor also. Those soft hands running along her wide hips, up the slight curve of her belly to her full breasts cupped in the nude lace of her doubleD. The fashion industry would call her plus sized, but to the randy Ruby, she was just "satisfying." Her head tilted back for a moment, pinching her nipple between her fingers. Yes, he would pay for his selfishness.
Reaching behind her, Ruby unhooked her bra and enjoyed the luxurious weight of her tits dropping free and bouncing just slightly as she let the lace sink to the floor on her path down the hall. Black satin panties were caressed across her hip and down between her thighs, feeling her moist heat beneath with a soft moan that made her knees weak and slapped her other palm to the wall in an effort to stop her from falling. Her chest heaved for a moment before she forced herself to move her hand away from that sodden center. Drawing her thumbs into the hemline she shimmied deliciously free of her puddled panties and let them drop to the floor to step out of them. Naked except for her garter and hose (not something to take off while walking,) she quietly pressed her ear to the bathroom door, her nipple raking across the cold surface and making her gasp softly.
She could hear nothing over the water and the music and so she turned the knob carefully and quietly to slip inside the steamy room and close the door quietly behind her without being noticed. By now Alice in Chains had "No Excuses" and the plush petite minx had none either as her pale jade hues landed on her roommate's silhouette. Around six feet tall to her five-five, with his broad shoulders and narrow waist, not a body builder but a man who was fit and vital as noted by how his shoulders flexed as he leaned over slightly, left hand on the tile under the showerhead, the hot water rushing down his shoulder to cascade in front and behind him while his right remained vigorously occupied.