For KB, my friend, per your request...
She reached up, placing her hands on the "rainfall" shower head, and aimed it directly at her face, letting out a surge of warm air from her mouth. The scent of bamboo shower gel filled her nose as the nearly ice cold water rushed over her face and down the front of her body. Thoughts of "that weekend" with him filled her mind. She could feel his hands touching her, his lips on hers, his body pressed against her, and she was taken back to the time they were together, not so long ago.
Her heart and private areas raced with expectancy as she walked to the hotel room door, looked out through the peep hole and discerned the man standing outside in the hallway. He had retrieved the room number from the desk clerk, found the room and knocked. She opened the door, smiling, almost seductively, pleased at the man who was standing before her for the first time. Their eyes met. He was way more than she had actually expected. His short, dark hair was flecked with tiny sparks of silver. His eyes were absolutely hypnotic. His smile, bewitching. His body sent impure thoughts racing through her mind. It was in the way his jeans fit, or maybe it was the white T-shirt stretched against his taut arms, she wasn't sure. It could have been the portion of the tribal tatoo peeking out from under the right sleeve. All she knew is that she never expected him to look that good, that delicious, that mouthwateringly delectable. He smiled brilliantly and pulled her close to him for a hug. She felt peaceful, yet nervous, and felt like she could stay there in his muscular arms forever. Her legs went weak without him noticing. She had gone such a very long time without the touch of a man, no less, a real man. Yet, here she was. She felt a wave of uncontrollable torridness rush from her toes straight to her head. She felt dizzy.
Hugging her arms around her underneath the water, she yearned for that moment, yearned for those arms to be holding her again.
They drove in his truck to dinner and talked, sharing stories of their lives. She sat beside him, hanging on every word he spoke. It was just like the times they had spoken before, the one difference being they were actually face to face. She wanted to know everything there was to know about him that she didn't already have knowledge of, which was very little.
She smiled to herself as she let the coolness of the water run down the back of her neck, thinking about those nights when they talked for hours on the telephone, all the secrets they had shared with each other, what turned each other on, etc. She heard the song playing in the living room, "So Far Away" by Staind, and a fierce paroxysm shot through her, just as it had when he had taken her in his arms. Maybe not the words, but the title was appropriate for the moment.
Arriving back at the hotel room after dinner, she took a shower. She had braced on hand on the wall of the shower, slid her hands between her legs and began to do what she had done for so many months before. She stopped herself just before she reached her peak. She didn't want to ruin it. She wondered if he knew what she was doing.
They watched a movie together. They lay on the bed together, side by side, thousands of thoughts coursing through her mind. Should she make the first move? Did he want her to be aggressive? Should she let him initiate things? She was so confused in thought, but so sure of what she wanted. She had to have his hands on her body. She had to take him in her mouth. She had to feel him slide inside of her and pound her into oblivion. She knew at that moment she would take the initiative.
