Eyes closed, her face tilted upwards, directly into the cascade of hot water, Laura tried to draw a line under the internal debate she was having about whether inviting Dave round had been a good idea. It was almost irrelevant, because good idea or not she knew that she wasn't cancelling; but nonetheless the arguments and counter-arguments were still chasing each other around in her head.
Ben, her husband, was in Prague on a stag weekend and the children were staying at his parents. This was a very rare opportunity to do something she might regret. Or even something she might not.
Laura pulled her long red hair into a pony tail with one hand and squeezed out the last of the shampoo with the other. Streams of water carried the bubbles down her back, over the curve of her ass and then the perfectly smooth skin of her freshly shaved legs. She rested the palms of her hands against the tiles, lowered her head and shuffled her feet back so she was bent forward, just a little. The water massaged her neck and shoulders, but not as well as "he" did. She leaned forward a little more until her forehead was almost pressed against the tiles. She was thinking about being in the shower with Dave, in the hotel, the morning after they had spent the night together. She rewound her memory back a few hours before that, to the office where they had been working late, to their first kiss, to how she knelt in front of him like she had always imagined; and then how she had sat on the edge of his desk, leaning back on her hands while he fucked her. The hotel was directly opposite their office and it had only taken five minutes to get to their room and then one minute more until they fell into bed together.
She remembered waking up next to him the next morning with no regrets, no guilt. There had been shards of daylight forcing their way through the poorly drawn curtains, and as she rode him, if she leaned back just so, a bright ray of sunshine had drawn a line across her breasts. She thought about how she moved slowly, sometimes leaning forward to kiss him, sometimes arching backwards, one hand playing with her clit, one hand running over her body. Then he had taken her by surprise, wrapping his arms around her and rolling her onto her back. Then he had fucked her. She had never taken it as hard as he had given it to her that morning. They had both needed some time to recover; and then they had both needed a shower.
Alone now, Laura slid her right hand across her left thigh, until her middle and index fingers found her clit. She carried on playing and even allowed herself an audible moan, after all, there was no one there to hear. She was getting close. Thinking about Dave, even thinking about Ben. She wondered sometimes how good it might be if they both had her at the same time; or whether it would turn Ben on just to watch her getting fucked. Her body started to tense; she was so close. She murmured both their names under her breath, but it was only Dave's name on her lips as she came, her body shivering.
She looked up and let the water rush over her face once last time, then she turned off the shower. There was no clock in the bathroom and she had no idea how much time she had left to get ready. It was no great shock when she had barely taken two steps out of the shower and the doorbell chimed. Maybe he was early, maybe she was running late, it was the same disaster either way.
Her plan was to end up naked, but she hadn't been intending to answer the door naked. Laura grabbed her bathrobe and slipped into it as she skipped down the stairs, leaving wet footprints on the carpet. She paused on the last stair to knot the cord. The bathrobe reached a little more than half-way to her knees. Even as she reached for the door, she noticed that she hadn't pulled it particularly tightly across her chest, leaving the curve of both her breasts very visible.
She opened the door, feeling a little anxious. Somehow in that second there was time enough for her to imagine him getting her naked right there in the hall; bending her over the little table which displayed a photo from her wedding day; fucking her from behind as she looked into the mirror that hung on the wall above the table. In her fantasy he didn't even bother to close the front door.
"Sorry, I'm a little early," Dave apologised, "the traffic was much lighter than I thought it would be."
She waved him into the house. "Don't be sorry, I'm glad you're here." She closed the door after him and pointed to her hair, "I was just getting out of the shower," she explained, "obviously!"
He didn't miss a beat. "I wish I had been ten minutes earlier then, I would have caught you just as you were getting in."
Laura rolled her eyes playfully and he handed her the rather expensive bottle of wine he had spent an age trying to select. She didn't like being called fussy but she was definitely particular.
"You wouldn't believe how long I spent trying to find something you would definitely like."
"That's sweet of you. It needs to go in the fridge for a bit though, I'm not drinking it warm!"
She led the way to the kitchen. There were two rooms in the house she was particularly proud of having renovated; the kitchen and the master bedroom. Her kitchen was ultra-modern: a contrast of black marble worktops and gleaming silver appliances, including an over-sized fridge into which she placed the bottle.
"Can I get you something to drink while I go and finish getting ready for you to arrive!"
"Sure," Dave replied. "A beer? Whatever you have in your tiny fridge!" Laura laughed and he continued, "then you can give me a quick tour of the house? It really is lovely."
