My online lover shared with me secrets about her hot shower yesterday afternoon, and it brought back memories of the last time I remember taking a hot midday shower. It's been 5 years, but I remember thinking very clearly then that a steamy shower is so much better when shared.
I lived in Florida then - I did for 6 years - and was the Marketing Director for a small software company which made medical educational software. There was one significant competitor, out of Houston, and the main market was teaching hospitals, of which there are only 200 or so in the US. Really, most of the schools had at least some of both companies' software, so we weren't true competition, and there weren't that many potential users, so I got to know my cohort there pretty well. Her name is Lisa Jamison, and to this day, even though both of us have moved on to other companies, we stay in touch in a very unique way.
Lisa is 5 years older than me. She is quite attractive, though she has unusually wide hips and doesn't get all the attention she probably would otherwise in today's "only slender models are attractive" society. Not at all fat - she's run several marathons - just an exaggerated set of curves, especially in the hips. From the time we had met, a couple of years earlier in Boston, I found her to be striking, and her intelligence, gift for communication, and gorgeous face were the focus of my attention. She has very dark brown, almost black, hair, long and straight, cut slightly below the shoulders normally, silky and perfectly framing her face and its cute, straight-with-a-little-bulb nose, full, always-moist lips.
She has a radiant, disarming smile. She is about 5'5", her shoulders are of average width, maybe slightly wider than average, either way overshadowed by a large-but-perfect chest, the kind of chest that I'm sure even the straightest woman looks at in admiration or envy, or maybe even a little bit of lust. Later, I found out that they are every bit natural, firm, and are topped by thick, dark-pink nipples which pop out - as if begging for a good sucking - when Lisa gets the slightest bit excited.
When we had first really got to talking about more than the usual work chit-chat, in 93, Lisa was going through a divorce. She had married a guy, sort of like you described, that was a nice guy but not her intellectual equal, not into his career as she had become, sort of a small-town southern guy, and they were growing apart. They had not had any children and, with nothing to keep them together, she filed for divorce after 5 years of marriage. In 93, I was engaged and living with a very attractive, very distrusting woman.
We had been engaged for more than a year, and she didn't want to set a date - thank God, I would have. She would always ask me where I'd been, who I was with, convinced that I was out fucking half the town, I suppose, sort of ironic as she was the first girlfriend I'd had that I really cared for and never even thought about cheating on. So Lisa and I would talk about these relationships, and she was a great advice-giver, and in the spring of 94 her divorce was final, and my relationship was over, and we ended up staying out late the last night of a trade show in Anaheim, getting drunk and toasting "new horizons", "better luck next time", etc. There wasn't a hint of sexuality that night, though I had certainly thought about it, and she must have, too - the next morning my phone message light was flashing.
It was about 9:30, I had a noon flight out of Orange County airport, I was hungover. I got up, showered, dressed, packed, called downstairs about the message..."you have a package at the desk". I went to check out and get the shuttle to the airport, and they gave me my receipt and a brown box, ribbon around it. I sat down and opened it...there was a handwritten note and something else. "Remind me to show you what to do with this. Kisses, Lisa". Under the paper, all wrapped up, was a green bottle of Bubble Bath gel. You can probably imagine I had a hard-on the rest of the day, all through the long trip home, about 1! 0 hours of bulge-in-my-jeans erection, thinking about the things she wanted to do to me, after knowing her a couple of years and never hearing a hint of a sexual overtone out of her.
A couple of weeks later she e-mailed me, asking where I would be staying in an early summer meeting we would both be attending in Galveston, Texas. I told her, and wrote "thanks for the gift. Hadn't had a bubble bath since I was a kid. Works wonders". She never acknowledged the comment.
So mid-June rolled around, I hadn't seen or heard from her in more than a month. It was very hot and sticky in Galveston...I had thought it would be a break from the early Florida summer, but it was about the same, the kind of stickiness where you step outside and start sweating right away. I got in around 11 at night, and my message light was flashing. Lisa had left voice mail, saying "going to bed early, but why don't we run tomorrow at 6AM...too hot any later. Call me at 5:30 if you want to join me." I asked the front desk for a 5:15 wakeup call.
The next morning I called her right at 5:30, she said "I hoped you would come along, can you do 5 miles in this humidity?" "Sure, let's go, meet in the lobby in 5 minutes?" "ok, I'll stretch here...be ready to sweat!" she said.
