Deloris, are you all right in there'? Alan's voice snapped me out of my trance. Had I been in the showering that long? Had I allowed my slight arousal from the constant beat of the water carry me away? I lifted my face to the stream. The day rushes back to me. I shake it away along with the water. My arousal subsides soon after the water is off. Drawing back the shower curtain, I see my crumpled outfit on the floor. It had served me well and now discarded. Wrapped in a towel I step from the shower. I swipe of my hand and my reflection is visible in the mirror. The day rushes back to me again. I don't push it away.
The day had started like any other. The shrill alarm startles me from my sleep. Of course Alan is off running, jumping or skipping, whatever he did to maintain to his powerful body, If just once he would sleep late, I would give him a workout he would not soon forget. Alan was having none of it. I had asked him several times what he was saving it for. These days I had given up and hope of having a regular sex life. If I ever meet the man that invented energizers, I may just give him some. Staggering like a drunk, I made my way to the bathroom. It's one of those days that I wish I were a man. I know the seat is cold, but I desperately need to relieve myself. The seat warms just as I finish; not even the toilet seat is willing to give me any pleasure. It is going to be one of those days I can feel it brewing. My attitude is not interested in being improved at this point. I flush and step in front of the mirror. Removing my nightshirt as I went. One quick pull and it is over my head. Looking at my naked body, my thoughts return to Alan. What was he saving it for? Did he still find me attractive? Granted, I was carrying an extra ten pounds. I was nearly forty give me a break. I survey my body, not bad for nearly forty. My breasts were not perky, but they weren't on my knees either. They weren't huge, but I got plenty of attention. My rear was not bad either. I can still hear Alan's goofy line "baby that is not a butt that is a bootaa" I think it was the Huggy Bear impression that got me. He could always make me smile back then, it seemed like he wasn't even trying now.
As soon as the hot water hit me, I felt the urge to touch myself. My body was in need of some serious attention. That familiar warmth started to work its way through my body. My subconscious whispered a dose of reality. You are going to be late, it pleaded. Quiet; just let me enjoy this moment. I turned around and placed my hand on the wall. The water found its way down my back and over my behind. I spread my legs and bend over slightly, giving the water full access to me. Reaching down I parted my lips, to expose my now swollen clit. I was on my way. The water provided all the moisture I needed. My hand knew exactly where go. They were well versed in the art of self-love. That's right Dee, small circles. I didn't need much coaxing. Two fingers now, right on that spot. The first spasm ran down my legs. With one hand on my breast, squeezing the pleasure out of me. The spasm brought my moans, over the sound of the water. My fingers needed no further instructions.
My body was responding to every action now. My fingers sliding deep inside, releasing my flow. Almost there, I let my moans fill the air. The spasms came more frequent. My head thrown back as I sing into the air; mmm...right there; that's it. I am long past any modesty. I am shaking now the release is so near. It comes, accompanied by my near screams of pleasure. My heart pounds in my chest. My breathing is strained in my throat. Slowly it subsides. I reach for the wall to steady myself. The water temperature is dropping fast. I have to hurry and bathe before it turns into ice water. Bathing I cursed Alan for not being here. No time for that now I am late I can feel it.
The rest of the day went downhill from there. It went a little something like this. I get on the road; of course the traffic is backed up. The extra time in the shower saw to that. So I am sitting in traffic and I get that feeling again. I reach for the phone of course my battery is dead. True to my luck, I spend an hour next to some guy that wanted me to show him my breast. He had is own man teats; I don't know why he was so interested in mine. My little escapade in the shower made me late for homeroom. Of course my favorite person Mrs. Davis was filling in for me. I could hear her dried bones creak as she walked past me. Did she just call me a bitch under her breath? If she weren't so old I would have spun her around to face me. That would have been all I needed, for her to have a heart attack in front of all the kids. My better judgment won out. Next came that bratty Mitchell boy. For some reason I felt he was trying to look down my shirt. What did he know about breast at nine-years-old? His daddy probably left his dirty magazines lying around.
This boy was always touching the girls in the wrong way. Today was not different. With the exception of, today I caught his nasty butt. Of course he tried to deny it. I was in no mood, I sent him straight to the office. Did he just call me a bitch? What next, oh yes, Wendy let the hamster out. Little Scotty threw up on Alice. Mrs. Davis waited for the last minute to remind me that I had lunchroom detail. The cafeteria was the last straw. Everything was going just fine. All the little kiddies were gabbing away about Pokemon, N'Sync and all of the latest trends. I saw the Mitchell boy, but I didn't pay him any attention. I was walking towards Sharon to get the latest gossip. The next thing I know something cold and wet hit me between my shoulders. The entire lunchroom erupted into laughter. Children were falling out of their seats with laughter. Before I could react Sharon had me by the shoulder and was escorting me to the ladies room. The mirror revealed a fresh chocolate pudding stain. If Sharon hadn't held me back, I would have killed that little brat. My day was over after that. I Sharon volunteered to cover my class, and I left. Thankfully the drive home was uneventful.
I needed a drink. I needed a drink and I needed to listen to some Jill Scott. I need a drink, Jill and a night out. I immediately went to the phone to call Alan. I got his voicemail of course. I left a message even though I was tempted to hang up. Where was that brandy? Sing for me Jill, please. The first swallow took my breath away. I joined Jill in a couple of lines even though my throat was burning. OR MAY BE WE COULD JUST BE SIIIILENT. That is right girl sing that song. I took the second swallow a little easier. I tried Alan's cell phone. I spoke out loud to no one. Alan what is the point of having a cell phone if you never answer it. I cursed him again. That was it; I had made up my mind I was going out. First I was going to spend the next few hours pampering myself. I wanted to give Alan a chance to talk me out of it, but knew he would not call me back. I turned up the music a little bit louder than I should have. One quick refill, larger than it should have been. This was definitely a Victoria Secrets bath oil day. I closed the door and let the warm fragrance sooth my senses. I sat on the toilet very near to tears. I was mad at Alan for not being here. The drink was making me want a cigarette. Alan had convinced me to quit two years ago. You will feel so much better. He nagged. Finally I had given in and I had to admit I did feel better. I still wasn't into that whole workout thing. If he would sex me more I would probably consider it.
One more refill and a restart of the CD and I was ready to soak. I let the fragrance and the warm water surround me. With my eyes closed, I let my mind drift. I went back to when Alan and I first met, how passionate we were. He seemed insatiable back then and I loved every minute of it. We were a perfect fit. There was no such thing as stop.
