Sitting at the red light, her thoughts drifted, and her fingertips lightly caressed the skin of her arm. She pushed her head back into the headrest with her eyes closed. She remembered how sensual his fingers caressing her arm felt. She allowed her whole body to feel that pleasurable sensation of his erotic touch. Her body visibly swooned with erotic desire, her sexual longing for him overwhelmed her senses deeply. The slightest whimper of a moan escaped her parted lips from the intensity of the memory.
She glanced at the light, just as it turned green, and she continued her drive. The moment had passed. But her thoughts kept returning to the overwhelming feelings of pleasure and passion. They were flashes of emotion, like explosions of colors inside her mind. There were occasional images of him, but just in pieces. His fingers caressed her skin, his toned arms showed off his tanned muscles while holding her body to his, and his soft, caring eyes expressed his deep-felt love for her.
She sighed winsomely as she refocused on the morning traffic. She was running her usual errands after dropping off her children at school. She had her usual list of responsibilities that she needed to perform daily. Later, when she returned home and finished folding the load of laundry she would have time for him. She was looking forward to it, her time of escape, her freedom.
For now, she mentally checked off her list of errands. All the things that must happen so that her family could do the things they wanted and needed to do from day to day. Most of what she did happened in the background. Never receiving any appreciation or even acknowledgement of what she had done. Giving her all for them. But, she didn't do it for appreciation. She did it because it needed to be done and what was more, she did it because she loved them.
As her morning progressed, she felt the dullness of her situation. The monotonous weight of complacency that she had accepted for her life. The repetitive tasks that she completed day in and day out. If she would have allowed herself to, the melancholic misery of it all would have overwhelmed her with total depression.
To treat herself for finishing all of her tasks, she stopped at the little cafe to get a drink before returning home. It wasn't much, but the drink was cool and refreshing, and the more significant part to her was the flowers. One of the tables that was placed outside was near a lovely flower garden. The plethora of colors and smells were absolutely wonderful. A cool, gentle breeze slipped in subtly that possessed a particular note of freshness that calmed her spirit and rejuvenated her resolve. It was quiet, except for the occasional sounds of nature. The birdsong and the light rustling of the breeze between the leaves of the nearby trees.
There were few people enjoying the cafe. Besides herself, there was only one other person enjoying the delights of the cafe outside with her. Just a middle-aged man in a business suit staring off into nothing. She didn't even notice his presence as she was so determined to shut out all other distractions and focus on absorbing the beauty and peace afforded her.
Truly, this spot was one of the few gifts in her life. With so many frustrations and disappointments, this little locale provided her with a singular escape for joy. She wondered idly, how she would get through her life without this little cafe and its quiescent garden. Speaking of which, she remembered she still had things to do at the house. Checking the time, she quickly finished her drink and then closed her eyes to breathe in the myriad scents of the flowers. She let it flow through her body while she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly to feel the calming sensation permeate through her entire body. If only she had someone to share it with her.
Getting up she returned to her vehicle and began the drive back to her house. Again, her thoughts briefly tickled with the pleasing sensations of his touch. She wondered how happy she would be if he could sit with her at the cafe. They could talk and laugh and even let their fingers touch across the small table. Maybe, he would even kiss her, deeply, affectionately, lovingly. She let her thoughts drift through the little fantasy until she returned home.
Once inside, she began her tasks, her daily routines. She pulled some things out of the freezer to begin thawing in preparation for the evening meal. As she went about the house, she picked up toys, clothes, and other scattered objects, and without thinking placed them back in their designated places. She also cleaned as she went, removing messes, cleaning off surfaces, dusting, vacuuming, there never seemed to be an end to the filth. By the time she made it to the laundry room to begin folding and ironing the clothes, she had performed a small miracle by doing a literal home makeover. The house looked nothing like it did after everyone had left in the morning. But when they returned, would any of them notice the changes or acknowledge her hard work? She knew they wouldn't, they just took it for granted, and if she missed anything, she knew they would be sure to point it out to her.
She lived with being unappreciated and she wore the cloak of being unrecognized. She knew that to her husband and children, she was just there to fulfill all their needs and to make sure everything went as it should.
Walking upstairs with the basket of folded laundry she tried not to dwell on those feelings too much. It was not as if anyone would do anything different if she pointed it out to them. Oh, they would thank her, tell her how much they appreciated and loved her, and how she was the best. But the next day, they would forget and go back to their normal lives.
She stacked up the laundry on their beds in each of their rooms, then put away hers and her husband's clothes. Walking back down to the laundry room to put away the basket in its designated place, she glanced around the house, from room to room, making sure everything was done and complete. Walking back to the living room, she headed over to the attached den. It was originally intended as an office, but she added bookshelves and proceeded to fill them up with all her favorite books.
Glancing at the time, she noted that she had plenty of time to read a story and enjoy herself. She selected the last book she had started and smiled shyly to herself. She always felt a little promiscuous and a little guilty for taking time for herself in this manner. She had read these kinds of books for years, but every time they still gave her a sense of having a guilty pleasure.
She walked upstairs to her bedroom and proceeded to remove her clothing. As each article slipped off of her body, her senses came alive and became more excited in anticipation. The soft textures brushed lightly against her skin, and it helped her to adjust to the mood. Each piece of clothing represented some frustration of her life. As they came off, so too did her frustrations and stress, letting her slip further and further away from the real world worries and concerns.
She laid down on top of the bed and closed her eyes, letting the comforter hold her body lightly as she sank down slowly and relaxed. The last of her troubles were forgotten and she escaped into the fantasy world that she had come to know so intimately. She opened her book and began reading...
The look on his face portrayed his undying lust for her. As his sensitive eyes wandered over her exposed body, she saw no hint of repulsion, only desirable attraction. Even the pose of his large-framed, muscular body told her how badly he wanted her. Not to mention his long, naked arousal standing at attention for her viewing pleasure.
He leaned down slowly and cradled her chin with his strong fingers. Parting her lips she received his slow, sensual kiss that he feathered over her lips. She could taste his mouth as he exhaled and she detected a hint of peppermint, probably from the candies he enjoyed. Then, his lips plastered themselves over hers and his tongue began the adventure of exploring her mouth, lips, and tongue.
Their kiss twisted back and forth, tugging and nudging, moistened tongues probing and grazing until her head fell back in an exasperated moan of an exhaled breath. The steam of their body heat caused a thin, slick sheen of sweat to coat their skin, small beads accumulating together to run in small rivulets down their bodies.
