Charlene sat relaxing in her favorite chair, a comfortable black cushioned papasan with a dark brown wooden base, resting her feet on its matching foot stool. Her laptop sat atop a nearby black storage ottoman as she read a spicy erotic couplings story on one of her favorite websites – Literotica.com. As she read, Charlene felt tingles of arousal stirring between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, putting varying amounts of pressure on her clit as she could feel the moistness developing inside her panties. Coming upon a particularly lascivious part of the story, Charlene leaned over closer to the screen of her laptop, her eyes widening with excitement as she read about the story lovers' hot, dramatic climaxes. Charlene began rubbing her braless hardening nipples through her silky teal and black dress, her black thong panties completely soaking now. Charlene moaned quietly as she massaged both of her size 38D breasts and ran her hand gently over her clit through her clothing while she re-read the sexiest parts of the story. She was going to need a major release and very soon.
Charlene arose from her comfy chair and walked out of her sitting area then went through the short hallway to her bathroom. She rotated both the cold and hot water knobs turning on the faucet to her bathtub. She leaned over and ran her left hand under the tap to check the water temperature. It was just a little too cold, so she twisted the hot water knob just a bit to the left, increasing the water temperature slightly. She checked the water with her hand again, satisfied this time that the water was warm enough. She turned the shower knob then, letting the shower run for a few seconds as she stripped herself.
She glided the satiny dress over her head then slowly slid her wet thong off, letting her clothing fall to the floor. She'd let out another soft moan as the slip of fabric rubbed her engorged clit as she'd pulled her panties off. She ran her right hand lightly over her mons and outer lips, teasing herself. She removed her hand from her sensitive areas, shivering with delight from the sensations she was experiencing. Then she pulled her shower cap over her hair, pushed back the shower curtain a little more and stepped into the heavenly shower spray, leaving her black flip flops behind on the bathroom floor. She relished in the feelings of the water, spritzing her entire body and stimulating her already pebble hard nipples. She grabbed the massaging shower head, removing it from its stationary stand attached to the tiled wall. Slowly, Charlene caressed each part of her body with the shower spray. She languished long moments as the water flowed seductively over her neck, then her breasts, trailing a spray down her back, then over her butt.
Charlene continued to tease herself, using the massaging shower sprayer on her calves, then on both sides of her feet. She felt her pulse quickening and her breathing become shallower as she felt the delightful sprays of water on each of her inner thighs. She used her left hand to spread her pussy lips open as she finally felt the first waves of the shower water hit her sensitive clit. She let out a very audible moan, sighing and closing her eyes as she moved the shower head back and forth to simulate a licking sensation on her aroused nub. She was really enjoying the steadily building pleasure when suddenly, Charlene thought she heard a noise coming from somewhere inside her apartment.
Caught off guard, Charlene's eyes flew open. Since she lived alone now, she had a habit of taking a shower and bathing with the bathroom door open specifically so she could listen for her cell phone ringing, someone at the door, etc. She stood silently, straining her ears against the sound of the running water that was now aimed at the bathtub itself. She kept listening for about a minute, but didn't hear anything else. Panic seizing her whole body now, Charlene stepped out of the shower, leaving the massaging shower head quietly in the tub. She left the water running so as to avoid alerting any possible intruder that she was aware of his presence. She moved as quickly and as quietly as possible, putting her feet directly into her flip flops. She wrapped a towel around her wet, naked body, tucking one edge of the towel in near her right breast to secure it. She leaned over the tub and reached up to the bathroom window and removed the small heavy plumbing pipe she kept there to keep the window securely closed. Then she walked stealthily throughout her apartment looking around to discover where the unidentified noise had originated from.
Looking around each corner carefully with her heart beating faster than ever, Charlene didn't see anyone else or anything unusual throughout the apartment. Her place was a decent size and every area couldn't be seen from any single location. So when she arrived at the entry to her kitchen, the last spot she needed to check, she leapt into the room with the pipe raised to strike, clenching it tightly in both of her hands. Charlene wasn't really even sure why she half-expected to see some deranged psychopath who'd broken into her home. However, what she found instead was a sack of rice that due to gravity as well as its precarious placement too close to the counter's edge, had toppled over and fallen onto the kitchen floor. Charlene breathed a huge sigh of relief and now realized that she had been holding her breath most of the time since she'd first heard the strange noise. She chuckled a little, feeling silly. "Man, I'm too damn paranoid. I've really gotta calm down." Charlene chided herself lightly aloud, shaking her head.
Yet Charlene was still feeling shaky and apprehensive from the adrenaline continuing to course through her veins. She returned to her bathroom and kept the door open. She got back into the bath tub, returning the pipe to again secure her bathroom window. Then she retrieved the shower head from where is was still spraying water directly on the tub. Charlene was feeling quite anxious and quickly washed herself and got out of the shower, unable to really enjoy the experience now. She noticed too that her senses were heightened and she'd spent a great deal of her shower time straining to listen for any unfamiliar noises emanating from her apartment.
Charlene dried all her skin thoroughly with her big fluffy blue towel then wrapped it around her body and secured the towel in place by again tucking a corner of the towel into itself. She removed her blue shower cap and still feeling jittery knew she needed to decompress. She went directly into the kitchen and washed herself an over-sized wine glass. She reached into her refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of well-chilled red wine. It was a sweet blackberry merlot that she really liked. She took the protective outer foil wrapper off the top of the new bottle, twisted the cap open and poured herself a glass. Charlene put the clear glass up to her full lips and took a long sip. As the wine reached her stomach and the alcohol began to spread through her blood stream, she immediately felt calmer. Charlene stood in the kitchen sipping her wine for a few minutes. She wasn't thinking about anything really, she was just standing there, kind of staring off into space while enjoying her wine. Charlene was fully called back into the present when she went to take another sip of the sweet elixir and realized her glass was empty. She refilled her glass, then grabbed it along with the entire bottle of wine and headed back to her main living area.
She held her large wine glass in her right hand and sipped out of it periodically as she walked slowly, with the left hand firmly grasping the tapered neck of the frosted glass wine bottle. She was taking a long swig, tipping her glass up in front of her face and barely paying attention as she walked into her living area. As she lowered the glass, swallowing the dark berry-colored liquid swirling around in her mouth, she nearly choked and almost dropped everything she was holding. She looked over to see her ex-husband sitting on her black and tan Asian character covered futon. Her face must have been a strange muddled, mangled mix of shock, horror and familiar recognition as she stood staring at him. "Did you miss me?" he asked sarcastically, twisting his handsome facial features into a cruel smile, his cold green eyes piercing into her own soft brown ones.
"H... how... how'd you get in here?" Charlene stammered.
"Through there," he said nodding in the direction of her two large front room windows.
Charlene didn't know what to do. She hadn't seen him in over a year, but she knew from previous confrontations with her now ex-husband that she couldn't out run him. He was far too athletic and fast. She wasn't stronger than him and he would easily be able to over take and subdue her if she tried to struggle against him in any type of a physical dispute.
