Caren woke up early. She put on her sporting clothes and her runners, made a quick smoothie with the rest of the fruit she had left along with the last of the yogurt. She realized she had to go shopping today. She started one of her running playlists, and went outside.
She really liked breathing in the freshnes of the morning air, preferably before all the traffic had started. She also liked watching the sun rise. It meant something to her, she wasn't sure what, but it reminded her of a new day, the start of something new, every day. She liked the thought of that.
This was her favorite time of day. She had committed to herself not to think about the day ahead of her, no issues or anything depressing. She just wanted to enjoy her morning run.
Every here and there she met stray joggers, probably sharing the same routine that she was following, some already on the phone, some listening to something, a book maybe. She enjoyed listening to a good book, but not as she was running, she preferred music, strong powerful music, keeping her tempo up.
When she got back home, the city was already waking up and traffic had started to clog up the roads.
She undressed, put her sporting clothes on a hanger, and threw her underwear in the laundry. She didn't mind the smell of her own sweat, but for the courtesy of other people, she stuck to her habit of having a hot shower after her run.
The hot water was pouring over her, warming her, she loved the feeling of it. She shampooed her hair and rubbed herself with a nice showering cream. She enjoyed the slippery sensation as her hand wandered over her body.
She was in good shape, she was very pleased with her own body, and she really liked her own breasts, and they enjoyed being touched. Her nipples stiffened as she was running her hands over them, it sent a lovely tingle all through her body and down between her legs.
She reached down, touching herself, letting one of her fingers slide in between the slit dividing her lips. She didn't do this every morning, but today it felt really nice. She could easily get very horny very fast, and it could sneak up on her when she least expected it.
Her hand slid in and out between her legs as she kept caressing her pussy. One finger in her slit and the other fingers squeezing her lips together around it. So soft. Her clit was very sensitive, and usually she had to get herself started before she even could touch it, this wasn't a problem when she was by herself, she knew what she liked, and how to please herself.
The hot water kept pouring over her head and the shampoo ran down her body as she caressed herself, faster, pressing against her clitoris, letting a finger slip inside of her, two fingers. She increased the pace, pressing harder against her pussy. She recognized the shivers, and her breathing got more intense.
She leaned against the shower wall, with her face and breasts touching the cold tiles. Her breaths echoed against the hard wall as she rubbed herself eagerly. She knew this was spurt to the finish and she kept panting against the wall.
Her knees weakened and twitched under her as her orgasm spread out from her pussy, through her legs and stomach, making her tense her entire body hard, followed by a satisfying state of relaxation.
She didn't know why she always had to look at her fingers after she had masturbated, as if her pussy would have left bite marks or something.
Caren turned the shower off and swept a big towel around her, she didn't really miss having longer hair, she didn't have to wrap yet another towel around her head any more.
It was her day off, and she would have preferred spending it in front of the TV, watching old classics. But today she had an appointment with Steve. He had promised he was going to show up, and finally sign the divorce papers. If he didn't come, it wouldn't be the first time he stood her up, but he had at least made a promise, whatever that meant to him.
She made sure the papers were in her purse, before sinking herself down in the sofa and turned on the TV, after all she had the entire morning to herself.
And she was going to enjoy it.
* * *
In a rather fancy hotel room downtown, Steve woke up.
It took him a while to realize where he was.
A woman he distantly associated with the name Amanda was laying beside him, looking at him. He couldn't remember what happened last night, but he recalled being in a hotel bar drinking. This was probably the same hotel?
"Good morning sleepy head." Amanda addressed him.
"Good morning, beautiful." He assumed he had been having sex with her.
"Who is Sarah?" She asked him, curiously.
"Why?"
"You were calling her name in cold sweat all night." Amanda laughed mockingly.
"What? Really?"
"Don't worry, I'm just screwing with you. You have a missed call." She threw him his phone.
Sarah had been calling him, repeatedly.
"You have picked up." He concluded by looking at the last call in the list.
"Yes, I had to. She wouldn't give up, and I needed to sleep. I had to tell her to stop." She smiled at him again.
"I assume Caren is your wife, or your ex." She continued.
Steve realized that pretty much all of his life had unraveled itself while he was asleep.
"Sarah sounded pretty, she asked if I was Caren." Amanda smiled wickedly.
"If a girl sounds that pretty, even when she's upset, she probably is." She didn't seem to care much.
"What happened last night? Was I drunk?" He knew he had been, his hangover didn't leave him much of a debate about it.
"Yes you were. But don't worry, it was my own fault really." She confirmed.
"Do I owe you anything--"
"You owe me alright, darling." She interrupted him. "But the drinks were on me."
"What? What happened?" He really struggled to remember.
"What do you think happened? We had sex."
"That is, until you fell asleep."
She didn't look very impressed, and she rolled her eyes demonstratively.
