Dedicated to the lovely SB.
The ping of the phone wakens you rather rudely from a beautiful dream that hastily disappears from your mind as it starts to wake up. Sleepily you roll over and close your eyes, chasing it as you snuggle back down under the duvet. Feeling warm and cosy, cocooned from the cold like a caterpillar you slumber escaping the elements outside.
It's not long before you get another infuriating ping, frustrated you roll over, ensuring the heat doesn't escape from the duvet, your arm reaching out from the warmth venturing into the cold to get your phone.
The screen's brightness blinds you for a moment, and as your eyes adjust, squinting, you see two messages in your inbox.
"Good morning, Beautiful." "Are you awake yet?"
You can't believe I woke you for this; it's 10:00 am it's a cold and wet February morning. Rolling over, you ignore the message, and just as you feel secure from the cold, you hear the third ping. Looking at your phone now under the sheets with you, you slide your finger to unlock the phone and read.
"I know you're awake :-) "
As your mind starts to wake up properly, you again wonder what game I am playing. Then, as you go to put the phone on silent, you slide it under the sheet as it rudely buzzes in your hand.
"For fucks sake!" you say as you look at your messages again; the screen glows under the duvet as you read.
"I want you to do something for me. Would you do something for me?"
Incensed by the interruption, you roll over again as you mutter, "He is hundreds of miles away on a work trip. What could you possibly want today of all days? It's my day off."
The phone buzzes again as another, more demanding message appears on the screen.
"I need you to do as I ask."
Intrigued by what game he is playing, you wait for the following message, stubbornly not replying. He should be with you today, and he is not! Instead, he decided to go on his work trip and left you alone on your Birthday. It's not long before the phone buzzes determined in your hand.
"I want you to start running your shower, nice and hot. I know it's cold out there today. Get the shower warm, but please, don't get in yet."
The thought of a new game on your Birthday is enough to excite you. Stepping out of bed and wrapping your duvet around your naked body, you pad across the carpet onto the unfriendly tiled floor and into the bathroom.
As you reach out to turn the shower on, you move fast to avoid the cold spray hitting you. It always makes you jump back to avoid getting splashed by the cold water. As you wait for it to heat up, you take a moment to stop and relieve yourself; the toilet seat is arctic cold on your bum as you watch the steam starting to rise as it moves through the temperatures, freezing, cold, warm and hot. The hot mist of steam fills the bathroom as the shower gets to its temperature.
The phone buzzes and Pings again from the bedroom, so you scamper back across the cold tiled floor to the safety of the carpet, still bundled in your duvet as you open the phone and read. "First, find that old, pattered scarf of yours, please. Secondly, go to your front door and open it."
With Intrigue, you go to the door and open it cautiously, a little disappointed that there is nobody there, PING
"Place the door on the Catch and leave it just open, please. Now go get in your shower, take the scarf and place it over your eyes like a blindfold."
You can feel your heart thumping in your chest as you consider that leaving the door open might invite anyone to walk in. This apartment block is full of strangers, after all. But, thinking for a moment, you opt to do as I request, and you push the door closed, leaving a sliver of an opening before moving back to the bathroom, throwing your duvet in your bedroom as you walk past the door.
The bathroom is steamy and hot now, and as you step into the shower, you can feel the heat of the pan on the soles of your feet. Stopping to roll the scarf into a long sausage shape, you wrap it around your head and cover your eyes, the softness of the material allowing a little light to brighten your eyes. Cautiously you extend your arms as you move towards the showerhead, feeling the hot water running down your skin, the scarf around your eyes getting wet and obscuring the light as it gets heavy with moisture. You move your hands to tighten the scarf around your face. The water running over your skin warms you as you stand under the cascade of water. It feels like you have been standing under the water for an age, your arms defensively wrapped around your body as you partly hide it.
You turn to face the shower, the water running down your face and moving down your chest and torso, warming you as it trickles down your body to the plughole at your feet. Over the noise of the shower, you hear the front door closing shut, its clasp locking with a clunk before silence.
"Hello, who's there?" you call out. There is no response until you hear the sound of footsteps along the tiled floor. The steps are loud and purposeful, with each click of the heel on the hard surface louder than the last as the sound gets closer.
You turn your head, but it's no good. Why did you bind the blindfold so tightly, you think to yourself. There is a little anxiety but also a little excitement. You move your hand to cover your vagina and find that although the shower is pouring over you, the space between your labia lips is silky and wet with excitement. Cold, you return to face the shower, its warming gush of water running down your skin, over your breasts and nipples, then down your body.
Suddenly you feel fingertips on your shoulder; the touch startles you as you realise you're not alone. A finger traces over your shoulder and curls under your hair, moving it off your neck before you feel a gentle kiss on your neck. Soft kisses on your neck as strong hands cup your shoulders, the fingers are a little rough as they run down, then back up your arm as you feel another kiss on your neck.
The feeling of a muscular torso pressing up behind you. Towering over you, the sensation of a rigid cock pressed up against your bum as he presses against you. The hands move to cup your chin, your face is turned with a little force, and then you feel soft lips against yours, the pressing of lips as you open your mouth and feel a tongue move inside your mouth. A tongue-tickling your tongue and dancing on each other like lost, forgotten lovers.