All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge. Everything below the title is exactly 750 words.
A Good Decision
Marsha woke when she heard the bedroom door open and soft footsteps over the carpeted floor. She didn't need to look at the clock to know it was a little after six-thirty. A male body walked past her in a security guard uniform, carrying his shoes, and entered the adjoining bathroom. He flicked the lights on over the sink. Marsha knew that he'd just gotten off his night shift.
She watched him get undressed, and he glanced back at her as he opened his shirt. He saw the bathroom light sparkle in her eyes and smiled softly. Marsha sighed. She glanced down at the floor at the powder blue negligee that Jon have gifted her last night. She squirmed happily, remembering how she hadn't worn it all that long. It was the sad truth about such pretty things. Her matching silky panties lay looped over a small decorative statuette on her nightstand.
He watched her watch him as he slowly undressed, and she could see the desire in his eyes when he blew her a kiss. How had she ever gotten so lucky? She wondered. His body was lean and untanned except for his forearms. No Adonis, to be sure, with a body more suited to work behind a computer than on a construction site, but that didn't matter all that much to Marsha.
It was the way he looked at her. The way he loved her. It had been over ten years since a man had looked at her with such desire in his eyes. She felt like a woman, satisfied and content like she'd never felt before. She smiled as his pants and shorts slid to the floor. Very satisfied.
He gathered his clothes and stepped into the shower stall, leaving the stall door open so she could enjoy the view as he washed his youthful body. A few minutes later, she watched him dry himself, which she never tired of, then step out of the bathroom and kneel at her bedside. "Good morning, angel."
