Chapter 2: At Home
"I'm home!" called Sharon as she wearily opened the front door.
"In the kitchen," came the reply.
Sharon made her way to the kitchen where Laura greeted her with a kiss. Laura was wearing her blue, oriental silk dressing gown and her long auburn hair was damp. She had obviously just finished taking a shower. "Bad day huh?" asked Laura as she opened the fridge and removed a bottle of wine. She poured the wine into a glass and handed it to Sharon. "Hungry?" she asked, to which Sharon shook her head. "Well then sit down, drink this and I'll go and run you a bath."
Sharon watched Laura depart, marvelling again at the circumstances that had brought them together. I nearly didn't even go to that party, she thought as her mind wandered back to when the two of them had met.
Picking up her glass, Sharon opened the back door and went to sit in the garden. Taking a long sip from her glass, she rummaged around in her pockets until she found what she was looking for. Cigarettes in one pocket, lighter in the other. She removed a cigarette from the packet, placed it between her lips, lit it and inhaled deeply. She exhaled with a sigh and took another sip of wine, slowly feeling the muscles of her neck and shoulders relax. It's definitely been a bad day, she thought to herself as she took another draw on her cigarette.
"Bath's ready!" she heard Laura call from inside. As she made her way to the bathroom Laura called out "Just leave your stuff on the floor and I'll put it away."
"Thanks," replied Sharon as she started to undress. With hardly a care left in the world, Sharon climbed into the tub and sank up to her chin in the hot, bubbly water.
Laura popped her head round the door. "Everything OK?"
"Just fine," came the dreamy reply, "but I could do with a refill." and Sharon held out her glass.
A few minutes later Laura returned and deposited the glass on the edge of the bath. "Want your back rubbed?"
"No thanks, I think I'll manage."
"Well when you're done I'll give you a nice rub down. How's that sound?"
"Heavenly!"
With a chuckle Laura turned and left Sharon to enjoy her soak. Sharon could feel the last of her tension draining away as she started to wash herself down. A warm feeling began to take hold of her as the sponge was played over her breasts. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed the lather into her breasts and rinsed them down. Under the water her free hand searched out between her legs. Sharon's inner fire burned even higher as she ran a finger between her lower lips, all slippery from the bath and her own juices which had started to flow. One hand slid across the skin of her breasts as the other hand worked its way between her lips. She teased a nipple between her thumb and finger and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as she suddenly climaxed.
Overwhelmed by the suddenness of her reaction, Sharon lay back and luxuriated in the warmth of her orgasm, the day's problems well and truly forgotten.
As time passed Sharon reluctantly realised the water was getting cold. She stood up climbed out of the bath, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Hmm, she thought, Still not too bad as she slid her hands over her flat stomach and up over her full breasts. Sharon had a very good body and she knew it, although she despaired at the slight dimples on her thighs. Still, can't have everything, she thought as she pulled on her dressing gown and made her way to the lounge.
The curtains in the lounge were drawn and the room was lit by a few of Laura's aromatic candles. Laura was sitting next to a soft rug with her tray of massage oils in front of her. Standing up, she crossed over to Sharon. Holding her as tight as possible she kissed her fully on the lips. She could feel Sharon's melting response. Laura gently slipped Sharon's dressing gown from her shoulders until it fell to the ground then beckoned her to lie on the rug in front of the fire.
As Sharon lay down, Laura opened one of her oil bottles and poured a little onto her hands. Gently she started to rub the oil into Sharon's shoulders and down the backs of her arms. With long slow strokes, her hands caressed her lover's back.
Sharon was murmuring dreamily as she surrendered to ministrations of Laura's hands. She rolled over onto her back to allow Laura to work in the front of her shoulders and neck.