Part I
Thank God, she was home at last!
She sipped her drink while she lit the candles on the counter and adjusted the shower spray; reaching for a bar of the bath soap she had gotten for her birthday, she held it to her nose and inhaled deeplyā¦Hmm English roses⦠such a luxurious, smellā¦
She stepped under the shower and closed her eyes as the steamy clouds of water surrounded her. She slowly soaped her body enjoying the ripe scent of and old English rose garden as it twined itself around her. She washed her hair and rinsed it; then sat on the ledge to lather and shave her pussy; enjoying the feel of the smooth, freshly shaven skin under her fingers. Carefully, she removed every last trace of unwanted hair from her body. Then she stood spread eagle under the showerhead; her fingers locked behind her neck, and smiled as the hot needles of water washed the last traces of soap from her body.
She continued to smile as the blanket of water enfolded her; cascading down her hair⦠her shouldersā¦around her breasts. Her nipples hardened from the pleasure of its caress. She stood that way for long delicious minutes, perfectly still, shrouded in steam, allowing the water to ripple over her⦠then slowly, she turned her body under the spray, savoring its touch⦠she imagined the tiny rivulets were HIS fingers⦠teasing their way slowly down her body.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tiles allowing the thick delicious steam to wrap its arms around her. She indulged herself further in her fantasy; one hand stealing down between her legsā¦slipping into the velvety place she guarded so carefully ā¦
āMmm⦠Yes, that feels goodā she breathed as her fingers came back from their explorations slick with desire. A secret smile of pleasure stole across her face. It always exited her to discover the liquid evidence of her arousal. The wetter she found herself, the more aroused she became⦠a wonderful sort of Catch-22.
Her inquisitive fingers found the hard little button hiding between her thighs in the dampness and stroked it slowly. She imagined his mouth there⦠hot against her crotch; her fingers were his tongue; licking softly and she drew a ragged breath as a delicious shiver danced white hot into her belly.
A noise broke through her steamy fantasy bringing her jarringly back to reality. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and reluctantly turned the water off. She stepped out of the shower alcove grabbing a towel, and wrapped it around her standing quietly and listening, but she heard nothing.
She crossed to her bedroom closet and caught her reflection in the oval mirror, her shoulder length brown hair was wet from the shower and lay tousled around her face. She unfastened her towel and paused for a minute to admire her firm muscular body in the mirror as she dried her hair.
She reached for the glass of wine waiting for her on her dressing table and drained the glass in three swallows as she studied her reflection. She smiled again as she felt the warmth of the wine blossom in her stomach and contemplated her empty glass thinking about pouring herself another⦠āWhy the hell not?ā she thought, āIām not driving anywhere tonight!ā
She slipped on a silk bathrobe, belting it around her waist loosely and proceeded to the kitchen pausing a moment to turn on her computer. Some fruit and cheese would go well with the wine, she decided, and she hummed softly to herself as she arranged everything on a tray.
She sipped her wine and nibbled a cracker as she waited for her e-mail to download and then spent the next several minutes deleting message after message and feeling mild irritation at all the junk that flowed into her inbox.
āGarbage and more garbage!ā She grumbled, āOne boring message after another! Porn⦠adds for Viagraā¦whatās this?
āWait⦠how did he getā¦ā she broke off and leaned forward to read the following message.