Although this story can stand on its own, there are a few references to a previous story -- The Rose Garden - that may leave you wondering at times. So, you may want to start with that story first. Both stories are about Paul and Dana -- a loving, middle aged couple who are gradually discovering the pleasures of sex beyond their own bedroom.
I hope you'll also read the Cycling Odyssey -- only a couple of stories, so far - that I've written about Paul's bicycle trip across Denmark -- an experience later in their marriage. Eventually, I'm hoping to weave this all together into one larger work.
I appreciate all constructive feedback. However, I especially like comments from my target audience - women. If you are a man reading this, please pass this story on to your wife, or partner, for her reading pleasure.
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"What time's our reservation?"
"Six. You've got plenty of time".
I stepped into the large, glass enclosed shower and turned on the water. The cool water felt refreshing. The day had been hot and humid -- a sultry, exciting day.
I had enjoyed being alone in the city doing what I fancied -- at my own pace - while Paul attended a workshop. I had spent the morning wandering through the Art Gallery of Ontario where I had enjoyed the attention of a tall, handsome man with a weathered face and dark hair. He had stood close beside me in front of the "Purple Garter" -- a female nude.
"Beautiful" he had commented to me smiling and nodding at the picture.
"Yes, they're lovely colours" I replied.
He had looked back in my direction just as he was leaving the room. He had grimaced -- embarrassed at being caught. Later, I had been flattered by comments made by female passers by. One women had remarked on my hair. Another had said that she loved my outfit -- a floral loose-fitting blouse which I had considered too revealing when Paul bought it for me. I guess he had been right after all.
I had lunch at an outdoor café in Yorkville where I had basked in the sun as well as the attention of several well-dressed men. They had smiled at me as they walked by when I had caught them looking. I hadn't noticed, until my food was delivered, that one too many buttons were undone on my blouse. Aroused by their attention, I had left it unbuttoned for the rest of the day.
I remained standing under the shower, daydreaming -- my body still stirring. Water flowed through my shoulder length blonde hair and down the curves of my body. My thoughts shifted to this evening. Paul and I had talked about doing this for months. The talk alone had been exciting and had led to some passionate romps. Finally, we had decided to do it. I had left it to Paul to arrange.
Should I put on that dress I bought today, I wondered? I remembered the stares when I had emerged from the change room. The plunging, sweetheart style neckline had barely held my full breasts while the deep cut armholes had revealed a small part of their firm round sides. Unaware of others looking, I had run my hand down my side and over my wide hips. I had admired the way the subtle yellow and green floral-patterned cloth had hugged my body accentuating my curves.
The young sales woman had walked by and abruptly stopped. She had looked back at me.
"Wow, that's stunning!" Her mouth had remained slightly open and her eyes had widened.
While standing in front of the mirror, I had noticed a young man sitting behind me. He had quickly sat up straight for a closer look. A smile had broken out on his face. I had decided to turn side wise -- just slightly - to give him a better view. I continued to watch him. His eyes had devoured me.
The young man's attention had made me stand straight -- proud. My breasts had pressed forward. He hadn't noticed his girlfriend come out of her change room. She had caught him totally engrossed in me and playfully pushed him in the back of the shoulder almost shoving him off his stool. I had chuckled. She had then looked over at me, and given me one long, slow look up and down.
She had exclaimed excitedly "You've got to buy that dress...seriously! It looks great on you."
The water from the shower head had become too cool and woke me from my thoughts. I adjusted the temperature, then reached for the soap. I began to wash, starting with my face. I rubbed my arms with the soap bar in my hand. The warm water and slick lather served to heighten my excitement.
I put down the soap bar and started washing my upper body. I did circles around my breasts. I started to wonder what men feel when caressing a woman's breasts. I felt their firmness and weight. My nipples stiffened in response to the sensation of my hands repeatedly sliding over them. Each time they passed over, my nipples snapped back upright.
I stopped washing myself and watched the soapy, white water run, around my nipples, down my breasts. That scene on the dance floor suddenly popped into my head. I squeezed my breasts tightly. I shuddered thinking of him.
We had met unexpectedly -- for a second time - at a lifestyle couples and singles dance where he was selling tickets at the door.
"Nice to see you again" he had said as he shook my hand.
Later in the evening, while we had been on the dance floor, he had approached me from behind. Paul had turned me around to greet him. I had stood between the two of them -- so close I was able to smell his leather based after shave. As I had spoken with him, Paul had held my arms gently behind my back forcing my breasts forward, closer to him -- almost touching his tight stomach. He had bent down to say something in my ear over the loud music. His left hand had lightly cupped my breast as he spoke.
"Enjoying yourself?" he had asked.
"Very much!" I had replied.
Paul's hands had tightened around my wrists as Clapton's "Layla" had begun to play -- a song I had stripped to in front of Paul a few months ago. My body had begun instinctively to move with the music. I had felt Paul's fingers pull the strap of my dress off my shoulder while his other hand continued to hold my wrists tightly. My left breast had bounced out of my dress as I danced seductively in front of this man who I hardly knew. Paul had switched hands and pushed the strap off my other shoulder exposing both breasts. I had continued moving seductively to the music enjoying being the object of his attention -- secure with Paul.
He must have sensed that Paul was offering me up to him -- something that Paul had admitted to later. He had looked up in my eyes, smiled and begun to squeeze my breasts gently with his rough hands. Paul had pushed me closer sensing my excitement.
The bathroom door opened suddenly.
"You're taking your time!" Paul remarked lightheartedly.
"Oh!" I quickly let go of my breasts and bent over to wash my legs hoping that Paul hadn't noticed me fondling myself.
"What time is it?" I asked as innocently as I could without looking up.
"It's five. Still lots of time!" Paul took his razor and closed the door.
Hearing the door close, I exhaled. I remained bent over washing my legs enjoying the tingling sensation I felt between my legs. I rose and reached for the soap. I rubbed the bar in circles through the hair between my legs until a thick, white foam had formed and begun running down my thighs. I replaced the soap bar on the stand and spread my legs. I reached down with my hands to help rinse my pubic hairs and noticed my swollen mound. I should shave myself, I thought.
I reached for my shaver and began removing the light-coloured hairs framing my outer lips. I stopped just above my hood to let the water wash my hairs and lather away. I ran a finger over the cleanly shaven area to confirm I had gotten everything. It felt so soft. I'll just trim the bush above, I thought. It will be a nice contrast.
"The shower's all yours" I shouted to Paul as I stepped out.
Paul came into the bathroom and stood behind me. The fog on the mirror had just started to clear. I watched his hands reach around me and grab my breasts. He pulled me up against his bare chest.
"Geez, you're lovely!" He kissed me on the neck and began to tug on my nipples.
"OK! You don't have much time left" I said as I wriggled out from underneath his grasp. He playfully reached out for me.
"Paul, seriously! We don't have much time left."
Paul turned and stepped into the shower as I began to dry my hair. I chuckled to myself. He hadn't noticed I'd shaved between my legs. He always took that -- rightfully so -- as absolute confirmation of my excitement. Totally focused on my breasts. Typical!
