I had decided to start my cleaning right after breakfast. I threw on some sweat pants with a tee shirt. It was finally warm enough to open all the windows and air out all the winter staleness. I first started upstairs. I made the beds, dusted, and sorted all the laundry by color. I cleaned mirrors and windows; then ran the vacuum. I scrubbed the bathrooms from top to bottom. I had been cleaning for so long that I had missed lunch. I went downstairs to see if Erick was hungry.
I found him sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful, almost boyish in his slumber. I tiptoed over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. He stirred briefly but did not awaken. I decided to wait until he woke up to find out if he was hungry. I headed back upstairs to gather up the cleaning supplies and put them away. I was so hot my clothes were sticking to my body. I had turned on the fans but they didn't seem to be helping.
Once I had put away my supplies, I headed for the shower. I peeled my pants off first and then my shirt. I stood naked in front of the mirrored closet. It had been some time since I had looked at myself like this. My height hadn't changed. I was still 5'4", but since I started taking Pilates I stood up a little straighter. My chocolate brown hair had grown past my shoulders and was nearing the center of my back. I ran my fingers through it, luxuriating in the soft silky texture. Erick loved to play with my hair, especially when we were making love. Sometimes he got a little rough and pulled it, but it always felt good no matter how he touched it.
I stared at my breasts. They are still perky and round. They stood proudly on my chest. I traced my fingers over my nipples and watched them harden. I imagined Erick licking and sucking them. He's the only man who has ever been able to give me an orgasm by sucking them. I remember the first time it happened. I didn't realize what was happening to me. I was even a little bit scared, but he helped me to relax and enjoy what I was feeling. Erick has always been so patient with me. That is probably the reason I am so giving with him in bed. He has always taken the time to show me what he likes and lets me know when I am making him feel good. If by chance I'm not, he shows me how. It's a give and take. He is a good teacher and also an excellent student.
My eyes travel further down my olive skin. I stop at my belly. It is toned and flat, with a sexy ring in my navel. Erick gave me a belly ring with a dolphin on it for Valentine's Day. I wear it constantly. Out of all my body jewelry, that one is my favorite. I see the gentle swell of my hips. I have an hourglass shape. Erick likes to say I am thick. I weigh about 120 pounds, but all my weight is in the right places. My thighs are slightly muscular, but not too much and my calves are shapely; like a sprinter's. I have tiny feet. I wear a size six shoe and I love to wear heels. They accentuate my legs and make me look taller than I actually am.
I turn around to look at the other side of me. The one I don't normally see. My back is toned as well, since I began working out a little bit with free weights. My waist is small. Erick's hands almost fit around it, but he is a big man compared to me. My ass is round and firm, not a dimple in sight. I am proud of my body. I work hard to maintain it and it has definitely paid off. I have a fine man, who fucks the shit out of me on a regular basis. Not to mention a great house, car, and an amazing career.
Erick is about 6'3" tall with a body like a Greek god. He works out 6 days a week faithfully for two hours. But he still manages to find to spend with me. I am never neglected, no matter how busy his life becomes. He eats right, doesn't drink, smoke, or do drugs. He is college educated and owns his own architectural firm. He has his own place as well, but spends most of his time at mine. According to him, my house is nicer and cleaner. That's just because I don't live like a bachelor. I can't stand a dirty house. I tend to clean whenever we are at his house anyway, so he gets less of my attention when we are there. I can't relax when the place is a mess.
I hop into the shower. The water is slightly hot and tingles as it hits my skin. I let the water cascade over my naked body. I wash my hair with lilac scented shampoo and follow it up with conditioner. I take my sponge and lather it with the same scented soap. Starting from my neck, I wash my body down to my toes. Paying special attention to all those private places. I leave the soap bubbles on my slick skin for a few extra minutes. I want to make sure my skin is as soft as possible. While I wait I rub my hands over my body, imagining that my hands are Erick's. They feel good, but not as good as his. I rinse the soap off and shut off the shower.
I step out and dry my body with a peach colored towel. I look under the sink for my lotion and body spray. I rub cocoa butter all over my body. I smell like suntan lotion. My man loves the way I smell when I wear this. He can't keep his hands off me, which is exactly what I am hoping will happen later today. I leave the bathroom and head for my closet.
We don't' have anything special planned for today. So I opt for a pair of low-rise jeans and a Baby Phat tee shirt. I leave my feet bare to show off my manicured toes. I add a toe ring for a touch of sexiness. I brush my long hair and pull it into a ponytail. It smells delicious and it is incredibly soft. After a final look in the mirror I head back downstairs to see if Erick has woken up.
The sun is shining across the couch and I see him smile as I walk into the room. He rubs his eyes and sits up. " I was wondering where you were." He says, " You've been gone for a while."
" After all that cleaning I had to take a shower, I guess I took a little longer than usual." I walked toward him and sat on his lap. Kissing his forehead again. I love the fact that he shaves his head bald. He says he does it because he is losing his hair. I don't' really care. I think bald men are extremely sexy. Plus he has the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.
I stare at him for a few moments, feeling giddy with the love I have for him. His eyes fall to my lips. " You are so beautiful." He says.
Normally I disagree with him and point out all the flaws I see in myself. But today I am able to accept his compliment and truly see what he sees. "Thank you baby." I say. His leans in to kiss me and I press my body closer to his.
"You smell so good baby," he says, " like the beach." I smile, loving his compliments. I kiss him longer this time. I run my hand over his head. Noticing the contrast between my olive skin and his vanilla. Erick begins to nuzzle my ear and moves down to kiss my neck. He kisses that one sweet spot and sends shivers up my spine. He knows just how to kiss it, light as a feather, but not in a tickling way.
He slides his hands up my shirt, caressing my breasts through the lace of my bra. My nipples perk up at his touch and I swear my breasts grow to fill his palm. He takes my top off and tosses it to the floor. Kissing my neck again, he unhooks my bra and tosses it to the floor too. He places his face between my breasts and I rub his smooth head with my hands. He cups my titties and licks each of my nipples. " Oh baby, that feels so good. Your tongue is so wet." I whisper.
He continues down my body to my belly. He kisses every inch of it and licks my belly button. Noticing my navel ring, he says," I love the way your dolphin looks baby. It's so sexy." I moan slightly as he touches my tummy. He has such soft and gentle hands. He gets to the top of my jeans and unbuttons my button. "Can you stand up so I can get these off of you?" I do as he asks and stand in front of him. " These jeans are so tight I'd swear they were painted on." He comments as he tries to get them off.
" Here baby, let me help you." I say as I turn my back to him and slide them off seductively. "They are not that tight." I drop my jeans to the floor and step out of them. I kick them towards my top and bra in the corner. Erick comes up behind me and grabs my ass with both hands. He resumes kissing my neck. I feel his stubble against my skin. It seems to make me hotter. He looks so sexy with a shadow of a beard on his face.
