Many thanks to my wonderful editor the_thinker97.
This is my first story hope you enjoy it.
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Let me give you a little description about both Jamie and myself before I start the story fully, just so you have an idea what we are like.
Jamie is 27 years old. He owns his own company in property, is a little over 6ft tall, big build, not fat but solid with broad shoulders, dark brown hair which he keeps short on the back and sides and spiked on top, beautiful blue eyes surrounded by thick black eyelashes any girl would be jealous of. He has a slightly above average cock size in both length and thickness. It's not porn star size but just perfect for me.
My name is Charley. I'm 25 and I work at a dementia care home where my Nana now lives. I'm 5ft 6 and some would call me chubby. I'm a UK size 14 with 38E breasts, big brown eyes, and brown unruly hair that never does as I want.
Jamie and I have been together for just over 10 months. Things have been going really well and about two weeks ago we brought a house together. When we aren't working, we're spending time in bed or christening our new place. The sex is incredibly hot. I feel lucky to have found someone who is into the same things as I am and has the same high sex drive.
During the week, I usually get home from work about an hour before Jamie. This gives me time to organize dinner, then pop upstairs, get out of my work clothes and have a shower. I enjoy that hour of down time just to unwind from work which, at times, it can be upsetting.
As it so happened, yesterday was one of "those" days. I had gone into work early and was in the process of doing my morning rounds when I found Mr. Leroy, one of my patients, unresponsive. The doctor arrived shortly after and pronounced him dead. After that, the rest of the day was hard to get through and I couldn't wait to get home, take my nice hot shower, and lay in Jamie's arms to forget about the day. But luck wasn't on my side and there was a major accident on the way home. Traffic was diverted and by the time I got home, I only had 30 minutes before Jamie arrived. For once, I didn't mind; I just needed him there. Mr. Leroy's death had obviously hit me harder than I thought. I flopped on the sofa, picked up the phone and dialed my favourite number.
"Jamie speaking."
"Hey babe," I replied sadly.
"Oh sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing... just that one of my patients died today. I know it's part of the job but Mr. Leroy was so full of life yesterday. I'm just feeling a bit forlorn. You wouldn't mind picking up some comfort food on the way home would you? I just don't fancy cooking tonight?"
"Of course I don't mind. How about I pick up some Chinese, a couple of bottles of wine and some chocolate for later. You find something on Netflix. I'll leave work now, Malcolm won't mind finishing up here tonight."
"Thank you babe. I love you" I replied feeling more upbeat.
"Love you too baby girl. See you soon."
I decided to skip the shower until later but changed into jogging bottoms and one of Jamie's T-shirts. Walking into the kitchen I turned on the IPod, set it to shuffle, and poured myself a glass of RosΓ©. With classical music filling the room and the wine running through me, I sat in the kitchen with my feet up feeling myself relax. I closed my eyes and let the music and wine envelop me.
I hadn't heard Jamie's car arrive or him walk up behind me, but I did feel his warm lips on my neck as he breathed me in. His hand ran down my arm to my hand where he took the glass of wine and placed it on the table. He set the food and wine down, grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Wrapping his muscular arms around me, he just held me tight. It felt so good to be in his arms at last. We stood there for a few minutes just embracing. Eventually I looked up at him and he lowered his head and kissed me softly while his hand stroked my cheek. I wrapped my hands around his head trying to pull him in for a harder kiss but he pulled back and looked at me smiling.
"We need to eat before it gets cold," he said. "Pour the wine and I'll dish up."
He winked, took the bags off the table and laid the food out on the counter. I refilled my wine, poured another for Jamie and took them both into the lounge. While Jamie filled our pates, I chose a film on Netflix; an action film starring Morgan Freeman.
After dinner I laid in Jamie's arms while we finished the second bottle of wine and watched the movie. For the second flic, he chose a sci-fi movie which has never been my cup of tea, but I was quite content just lazing here with his hand stroking my hair. Halfway through the film I realised I still hadn't had my shower, so giving Jamie a quick kiss, I dashed up to the bathroom. I stripped and put my clothes in the laundry basket. Feeling a bit tipsy, I looked in the mirror and saw that my cheeks were crimson red. My mum had always called them my drinker's cheeks. I turned around and flipped the shower on; this was an old house and it took forever for the water to warm. I sat on the toilet and waited.
After a few minutes, I saw the steam rise from the shower but I wasn't ready to move just yet. I leaned back against the toilet and closed my eyes, the cool air in the bathroom swept across my skin. I took a deep breath, felt my nipples harden and goose bumps coat my skin. I opened my eyes as Jamie walked in.
"Are you getting in the shower babe?
"In a minute, I'm just feeling a bit merry from the wine. Why?"