She was lying on her stomach on the bed when he came back from the shower. Her right cheek lay on the pillow, her hair was mussed up, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. The t-shirt that was all she wore had ridden up to her waist, and the blue cotton sheets were tangled around her legs. Because of the way her left leg was bent, he had an almost perfect view of her pussy as he stood at the foot of the bed. He saw the slight glisten of moisture on her smooth lips as the morning sun bathed her in liquid light, and felt the answering stir of arousal beneath the towel slung low over his hips.
But before he could implement any of the possible plans that filled his mind, her alarm clock broke the spell. She groaned, her hand reaching out to smack the snooze button, turning her face into the pillow. Pushing up with both hands, she stretched her back like a cat before pushing herself up further, onto her hands and knees. He loved the way she did that. She knelt there for several seconds, not moving. Finally she reached up and opened the blinds of the window at the head of the bed. Suddenly she collapsed back down into the bed and said, her voice mostly muffled by the pillow, "Let's stay home from work today."
Still standing at the foot of the bed, he laughed. "You'll feel better once you've had your shower, baby."
"I don't need to feel better; I feel fine. It's a lovely sunny day, and I want to spend it with you - not cooped up in that damn store."
"Well, I have a meeting at ten o'clock; I have to go in. I'm sorry, baby."
She sighed, moving to sit on the side of the bed. She pushed her hair away from her face, then pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Sitting naked, completely oblivious to his growing excitement, she lifted her foot to the edge of the bed and clipped the toenail that had scratched them both last night. This accomplished, she quickly made the bed, tossing the pillowcases and her t-shirt into the laundry basket. He leaned against the closed closet door, watching her. As she moved to go into the bathroom, he reached out and touched her arm. She moved easily into his arms, her naked body molding to his, the towel falling to the floor. Her hand caressed his hardness with the softest and briefest of touches before she slipped away and went into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her.
As he began to dress, he listened to the sounds of her in the shower, imagining the water as it cascaded over her body. He pictured the drops of water dripping from her large, full breasts. He nearly groaned out loud as he imagined her soapy hands slipping over her silky skin; between the soft lips of her pussy; down the crack of her ass.
He pictured the scrape of her razor, her soft fingers searching for missed spots; the fall of hair that curled around her shoulders and clung to the back of her neck. The throbbing of his erection grew almost painful as he pressed his ear to the bathroom door, trying to hear each drop as it fell from her body to the shower floor. When he heard the groan of the pipes as she shut off the water, he reluctantly walked away from the door.
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