It had been such a long day for Tessa. First, she overslept and was almost late to work. Of course her boss, a. k. a "The Total Bitch From Hell Almighty" was waiting at her desk when she got there, already prepared to ream her out and decide to treat her like she had been for the rest of the day anyway. Next, everything she attempted to do took twice as long as it should have, and the barrage of phone calls she suffered as a result would have tried a monk's patience. Finally, she ended up caught in the mother of all traffic jam on the drive home, the kind that made her seriously leaving the fucking scrapheap she called a car by the side of the road and just walking home; the piece of shit almost overheated anyway.
And the icing on her cake, the thing that really made her want to ram her head into a wall, was the call from Sara. The only thing that had kept her sane all day was the fact that Sara was coming home tonight; so of course, just as she was preparing to join what would soon be a shitstorm of an evening commute, Sara rings her to tell her that she was snowed in in Detroit and wouldn't be able to get home until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Son of a bitch, she thought pulling into her space in front of the apartment. Isn't 3 weeks long enough to sleep alone?
Throwing her keys on the table next to the door, she decided a bubble bath is just what she needed to unwind - that and a bottle of scotch! Stripping off her clothes as she walked through the house, she grabbed her favorite CD of disco songs on her way to the bathroom. Sara hated it, but she'd been stupid enough to get herself snowed in after being away for so long so Tessa decided to treat herself.
Speaking of treats, she decided that the perfect thing to go with the steaming bath and soothing bubbles wasn't scotch but ice cream. She looked at herself in the freestanding mirror and wrinkled her nose. She looked like a school teacher with her long dark hair piled on top of her head. She was full figured, maybe a little more buxom than a lot of women, with dimples in her thighs and behind her knees that creased deeply when she exerted herself. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, sighing as the blood rushed into them and made them swell seductively.
"Fuck Sara," she grumbled as she padded into the kitchen.
Her breasts swayed heavily and her thighs brushed against each other, sending little sparks through her and pushing her irritation out of her mind momentarily. Opening the freezer, she felt her nipples stiffen even harder when the cold air hit them, making her sigh again.
After rummaging around for a few moments she located the carton she'd been searching for, a decadent pint of ice cream with rich swirls of caramel laced throughout. She looked down at her generous hips and reconsidered; Fuck it, she'd earned a little bit of pleasure after the day she'd had.
Back in the bathroom, she sank down into the water, feeling it flow warmly across her skin, caressing her in unseen places. She scooped out a huge mound and practically inhaled it, relishing the first creamy sweet bite.
The combination of fragrant bath oils and sweet ice cream had an oddly erotic effect on her. She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips, and settled deeper into the tub, the discordant falsetto of "Staying Alive" carrying her to a happier place. Her muscles began slowly unknotting and she the carton slipped from her grasp, falling to the tiled floor with a mushy splat.
She jolted upright, her first thought that Sara was going to have a cow about the mess. Then she remembered that Sara wouldn't be home tonight and she fell back, dejected. Naturally, the more she tried to push Sara and her disappointment out of her mind, the more she thought about her.
