Months had passed since our first call, and in that time our conversations had become bolder, more explicit. I'd slowly fallen into the role of his submissive -- his good girl -- and he effortlessly took it on with a perfectly balanced combination of strict and soft. Even then, we were determined to keep at least our first meeting as vanilla, to know each other properly before we pushed our boundaries. He'd confided to me weeks before that this would be his first time for, well, everything. It wouldn't be mine but I was hardly experienced either. We were friends before anything else, after all.
I checked the clock on my office wall every few minutes in the vain hope that hours had passed without my notice; alas, excited anticipation forced the hands to move infinitesimally slowly, and the subtle click of the second arm teased me with its slow, inevitable beat. I could barely concentrate on my work -- my legs bounced restlessly, and as the end of the day drew closer, my hands began to shake slightly. My blazer sat long forgotten on the back of my chair and the window had been open all day as I prayed for the cool air to relieve my flushed skin.
It really didn't help that he'd been teasing me. His trip down had involved a circuitous train ride which gave him ample time to text me -- some gently rebuking me for being so distracted, others were promises of passionate kisses and teasing caresses.
Never before or since have I shot out of the door of my office so quickly as that afternoon. It was a pleasantly warm day with bright blue summer skies marred only by mere whispers of cloud. The gentle breeze that stopped the heat becoming overbearing lifted tendrils of unruly hair that had escaped from my appropriate-for-work ponytail. The trees were in full summer bloom, a riot of green and rich mahogany. This beauty, I ignored, so anxious was I about the next few hours.
I arrived at the station with maybe 10 minutes to spare. My skirt's hem teased my thighs as I paced, biting my lip, fiddling with my phone -- anything to ease my racing mind. The disembodied mind the gap voice announced the arrival of his train and, a few minutes later, a familiar man stepped through the turnstiles. That shock of dark hair that I was aching to run my fingers through. Beautiful blue eyes. I waved him over and bit my lip to stop a stupid grin plastering my face.
"Hi," I was slightly breathless.
"Hi," we stared at each other. I had the unnerving feeling of simultaneously being completely comfortable in his presence and utterly clueless.
"Shall we, um," I said, gesturing at the station door. We walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, neither sure how to break the ice. By the time I was fumbling with my house keys, however, we were chatting away as we usually did.
My key clicked in the front door, that satisfying noise so familiar to getting home from a long day. And Goddess had it been a long one.
"Do you want a hand?" I asked as Nathan carried his hefty duffel bag up the communal stairs and down the magnolia corridor to my front door. I got a slightly sarcastic smirk in return. I rolled my eyes and opened my door, hanging my bag in its usual spot and shrugging off my blazer.
I heard a clunk and a relieved sigh as Nathan dropped his bag on the cold wood floor.
"Put things stuff wherever. I need a shower, won't be too long though. Get comfy," I smiled. I grabbed my towel off the back of the bedroom door and headed into the bathroom. I heard the creak of my living room floorboards and background chatter from the telly. Flicking the shower button, the bathroom began to steadily fill with warm steam. I stripped completely naked, luxuriating in the feeling of my breasts being released from their tight confines.
I glanced in the mirror to see that my make-up had smudged slightly, the black mascara giving me panda eyes. I pulled my long hair out from its ponytail, the dark waves falling below my shoulders in an unkempt mess. I had a quick glance around, making sure I had everything, but I was missing a hair towel.
In my rush to get in the shower I'd left my hair towel in the bedroom. Cursing, I wrapped the large towel around myself, somehow still shy about showing anything off. My legs were bared to mid-thigh, and the towel gaped down at the back, showing my skin down to the tops of my ass.
"Sorry!" I called, "Won't be long!"
I caught a vaguely embarrassed glance down the hallway before shutting the door firmly.
I dropped the towel and stepped into the hot water. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as the muscles in my shoulders instantly relaxed. Working on autopilot, I shampooed my hair and began rubbing coconut shower gel into my body. I worked slowly and methodically, rubbing each muscle group until I felt the knots release. The combination of hot steam and my now-relaxed muscles had made me slightly sleepy, almost drunk on my tiredness. It had been a long week at the office. Once I'd washed off the soapy lather, I began rubbing deliciously soft in-shower moisturiser into my skin.
This time, I wasn't so methodical.
My hands drifted from ankle to calf and up to mid-thigh. The feeling of my own hands on my heat-pink skin caused a fluttering in my stomach, and I knew I was arousing myself. Before I got too carried away, I began rubbing the cream into my arms. The backs of my hands brushed my nipples. The fluttering turned into an insistent throb and I felt a rush of wetness to my pussy. I shifted my attentions to my soft belly, allowing my hands to tease my breasts and the tops of my thighs in gentle circles. I wouldn't touch my wetness just yet... that was Nathan's job. I blushed at the thought.
When I decided I'd had enough of the teasing, I turned my shower into a blast of freezing cold water. My nipples became painfully hard and the cold made me gasp, but the little adrenaline rush was just what I needed to wake me up a bit.
Wrapping myself in the towels, I exited the room. "Shower's free!" I called.
