It was a warm summer night as she sat on the second floor porch in the hammock overlooking the oceanfront boulevard, letting the soothing sounds of the nearby ocean surf wash over her. She had opened all the windows in the house to help air out some of the day's stuffiness and let some fresh air in for a little while. Truth be told... she loathed running the AC in favor of lower living expenses and better ways to spend her hard-earned money. Stars twinkled in the sky above the duplex as she sipped on her wine enjoying this rare occasion that she had the apartment to herself. Her son had left for a trip north to Virginia in order visit her Ex and his family for the weekend, and the younger girls were gone as well visiting either friends or family.
Given the sparse traffic on the oceanfront boulevard and the growing nighttime calm, it occurred to her that the midnight hour must be drawing close. Reluctantly she pushed herself up and out of the hammock and headed off into the house. While she turned down the fresh sheets she had placed on the bed the familiar sounds of the nighttime insects filled the room and helped her acknowledge many such past nights gone by in reflection ... as well as fond memories of camping and various other adventures accompanied by those sounds.
The relative age of the apartment dictated that the main bathroom was downstairs, so down the stairs and to the rear bathroom she went to wash her face, brush out her hair, and to use the commode one last time before turning in for the night. Last, she brushed her teeth, chuckling briefly to herself at 'how' she had ever become such a devotee of late to dental strips and floss. But with a 'smile'... she had to admit to herself that her 'pearly whites' had never looked better!
Back up the stairs and into the master bedroom, she went to the bed and the satin sheets she had put on the bed just this afternoon... having splurged on them for her own comfort, which pleased her again by their coolness to her touch as she pulled back the flat sheet. She had purposely left the comforter off earlier even though most of the daytime heat and humidity had dissipated through the nighttime air.
Standing at the foot of the bed she started to shed her clothes. First came off her skimmer cargo pants and boy short panties, then her scoop neck cotton tee and 32DD bra. Standing in the night air for a minute she decided to indulge and sleep nude tonight. Crawling into the bed she pulled the flat sheet up and let it fall against her body, the coolness arousing her nipples. Gazing out the open screen door to the upper porch, the gentle swaying of hammock along with the sound of the nearby surf totally relaxed her and quickly lulled her into sleep.
Her body surrendered to sleep with ease as slivers of light from the nearby boulevard streetlamps washed over her body in the bed. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the amber light as she wiggled a little to get comfy. Gentle rays highlighted the crests and curves of her body through the sheen of the draped satin sheet upon her form. Her soft silky blonde hair was fanned across her pillow like strands of spun silver. This was the picture of slumber found as he quietly eased himself out from underneath the bed to briefly stand watch over her.
He patiently watched her for about ten minutes to see if she would stir before he would proceed with what he prayed somewhat irrationally might be a lesson taught to her... and understood better by her over time. He stood staring down at her as she slept, his frustration returning at the thought of her past willful independence and stubborn pride, but tempered somewhat by more recent memories of his heart's continued longing for harmony between them.
As long as he lived he would never be able to forget watching her move across the dance floor... or any room for that matter! Her grace and beauty really were the 'stuff of dreams'... and still cherished by him this day. He'd been following her for some time now; watching her at home during the evening hours, for what he supposed would be his best opportunity to act. Looking at her again... the hair, long silken eye-lashes that hid striking pale-blue eyes, and her classic curves... he had to admit were all what first attracted him, but it was also the way she carried herself that made it hard for him to let her go.
Delightfully petite for a woman she stood just over five feet, two inches tall. Her long blonde hair hanging down to just below her shoulder blades, which accentuated such a graceful neck and shoulders. Her body could only be described as ripe with perfect and ample firm breasts, a narrow waist and curvaceous hips. She was the very definition of Eve... and even her scent was feminine. Light and airy even now, as he caught it on the faint nighttime breeze. In sleep she seemed all that more vulnerable and indescribably beautiful. Her hair was spread out beneath her on the pillow, one hand resting above her head while the other pressed lightly against her stomach. Her body clearly outlined by the satin sheen left only a little to the imagination, but still he yearned to pull it from her body and explore every inch of what lay hidden to the eye.
It had been about thirty minutes earlier, when he'd waited outside, biding his time in the dark shadows across the street until she left the duplex alone to walk her 2 dogs quickly around the block for their relief, always a part of her nighttime routine. He'd watched her, his frustration coming back as she moved down the sidewalk along the oceanfront boulevard, eventually turning around the corner through a nearby condo parking lot to cover the loop around her apartment via the street one block off and behind her place. He'd spent much time lately outside her home watching her nighttime patterns for opportunity and timing, and with her disappearing into the cover of darkness and adjacent homes, he moved on this small window of opportunity, most likely no more than 10 minutes... his only chance to enter her home through the unlocked front door.
Her house was just as he remembered it to be. Stained wood paneling and flooring, and dark furniture, offset by the warm colors of fabrics and throw pillows, and touched off with light paintings and accent rugs. Her scent lingered in the air and had grown stronger as he quickly made his way upstairs to her front bedroom. The master bedroom was dominated by a large, queen-size sleigh bed and matching tall chest-of-drawers. It was definitely a woman's room and it looked like she belonged here.
He had yet to see her bring home another man... somewhere deep within himself, he hoped that she had no real desire... or time to replace him that quick, what with the demands of 3 children and 2 jobs, as well as what he hoped was necessary time for healing over their differences and breakup. But the prospect helped to steel him... for he was here to take what rightfully belonged to him. Fragile though it may be, and short-lived as well, he sought that perfect moment, where total surrender and submission was jointly offered and accepted by her and him. Slowly, his frustration gave way to righteous anger within and with a trembling but determined hand he slid the sheet from her body revealing proof yet again for him that her nude form was indeed the crown of God's creation. In that timeless moment, it seemed to him that she was every bit as breathtaking in her beauty as cherished in his memories. For a split second, frustation and need gave way to an almost Holy sense of awe... but then it came roaring back. Her breasts were high and full – and as if highlighting her classic shape – magnificently full and round. Her delicate nipples were puckered into buds ripe for taking as result of the cooling night air.
