It had been a night that crept slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, by. It's always like that when the workload is light. Each minute felt like ten and the more often she looked at the clock, the slower the progress of the hands appeared to be.
Finally, as the pale morning light at last filtered through the blinds, the end of her shift arrived and she was able to look forward to a hot shower and her welcoming, comfortable bed.
There were relatively few cars on the road at that pre-rush hour and despite each set of traffic lights appearing to conspire to delay her journey she arrived home at last, weary and relieved.
Once in her apartment, she headed straight for the bathroom, jerking out of her coat and kicking off her shoes along the way. In the bathroom she wriggled out of her jeans and pulled off her top, leaving both in a heap on the floor. Her creamy white bra and panties quickly followed, before she turned the shower faucets on and stepped under the steaming torrent of water.
For a few minutes she simply stood motionless and allowed the water to pour over her...washing the weariness from her mind and the tired ache from her limbs. She often found that after her shower she would no longer need to sleep immediately and would instead have a bite to eat or watch some TV. Today though was the last day of her two week stint of night shifts and she felt ready to sleep for days!
She poured some shower gel into the palm of her hand and began to slowly massage it into her body...gently caressing her aching shoulders, her arms and then her stomach and thighs. Next she cupped her full breasts, fondling softly as she spread the creamy suds over them. She closed her eyes and thought of the last time she had made love to her boyfriend. She recalled the way he had gently held her, how he had kissed her breasts, how he had so tenderly taken her nipples between his lips.
Then, as she squeezed her hardening buds between her soapy fingers, she imagined he was with her again, flicking his tongue over each nipple, suckling them, teasingly grazing them between his teeth as she ran her fingers through his short hair.
She felt a familiar tingling between her thighs. It was a sensation that he prompts and nurtures so well, tending it with his skilful and selfless attentiveness. She thought of his lips and tongue giving her pleasure. She recalled his teasing, tormenting play and how her body burnt with desire. She remembered the feeling of his fingers inside her, as hers inevitably were now, how they knew exactly how and where to touch her.
The water cascaded over her aroused body as she recalled his soft kisses and erotic caress. Her fingertips drifted over her awakened clit and felt the creamy texture of her juicy labia. She wanted to feel him inside her again...needed to feel his desire for her.
She let out a sigh, frustrated and a little saddened. She wanted the warmth of his body and the tenderness of his touch, just as much, if not more, than the sexual release of an orgasm. She turned off the shower and reached for a towel. Patting herself dry, she smiled inwardly. There was no need for her to get upset. Her relationship with him was going from strength to strength. After only a few short weeks it was clear they were serious about one another. They spent every weekend together and last week he shocked her by giving her the key to his apartment. She felt obliged to reciprocate, even though he said it wasn't necessary, and she was surprised at how good it felt.
She padded naked from the bathroom to her bedroom. She never bothered with a bathrobe and would often walk around the apartment naked or in her underwear...her apartment wasn't overlooked and this gave her a sense of confidence and freedom.
The morning was only just beginning to conquer the darkness of her bedroom. The weak light created a grey-blue hue that only dimly lit the minimal furniture. But there was enough light for her to notice immediately that her bed was occupied!
Her shock was almost immediately replaced by delighted surprise with the realisation that her boyfriend was asleep in her bed. She had little idea what had possessed him to spend the night in her apartment when he knew she was working nights, but presumably he'd wanted to surprise her. He had certainly achieved that aim! A few weeks ago she could never have imagined being charmed by his uninvited appearance, but despite herself she found she was thrilled to see him lying there in her bed.
Her heart was pounding as she quietly entered the room and approached the bed. She didn't want him to wake yet. She just wanted to look at him for a few minutes as he lay there. Despite the dim light, she could see him clearly enough laying on his front. His arms were both raised; the left to around shoulder height while the right was hooked higher above his head. The duvet had been pushed low, leaving his back exposed to the cool air and hinting at the swell of his buttocks.
She knelt beside her bed and softly ran her fingertips over his shoulders and was surprised at how cold his skin was. He must have pushed the duvet away some time ago and, she mused, it was a wonder that he could sleep in such a chill. She allowed her fingers to follow the line of his spine...between his shoulder blades to the small of his back. She could feel the firmness of the muscles than protected his spine, though he was not a muscular guy. His back was slim, but not skinny. Indeed, as her fingers brushed across his hips to his waist, she could feel the gentle swell of his love handles. She smiled as she recalled him explaining this was reluctant evidence of his edging into middle-age.
Her fingers continued their exploration, deftly slipping the duvet further off his buttocks. She liked his bum. It was quite small and rounded, but didn't have the hard tightness that comes from working out or frequent sports. She liked that...she liked a little softness on a man...smooth curves rather than hard lines.
