Author's Note:
This story was inspired by and written for:
ROCKINGHAM
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She met him on the Literotica web site. They co-wrote stories together, sometimes cybered off-site. Once in a while exchanged e-mails. Never having met, the relationship was purely fantasy; she planned on it staying that way. She was wrong.
Several evenings ago, he mentioned casually that he would be out of town for ten days. She felt sad but knew real life often interfered with the fantasy world they had formed on LIT. She also knew her feelings had been growing stronger with each of his posts, her body reacted physically to his words, as though he were truly touching her, taking her, claiming her as his.
Being a highly passionate, imaginative woman, she believed the feelings to be one sided. Never would she mention her feelings to him as she felt them in real life, or her strong reaction to him. The power he felt wielded behind his written word moved her as no other had, either in real life or in the written fantasy world of their shared web site.
He had been off-line for two days now, but it seemed an eternity to her. Work had been long and stressful, she could not wait to get home and sink into a hot bath. Closing and locking her office door, she thanked God it was Friday.
She stopped by the grocery on her way home, purchasing the few items she would need to sustain her over the weekend, including a bottle of her favorite sweet wine. The candles were all set and ready, waiting around her garden tub. All she need do was run the hot water, light the candles and pour the wine. She sighed at the thought of it, loading the groceries into her little car.
The grocery stop took a little longer than expected since it was Friday and everyone else apparently had the same idea. The house was dark when she entered. Normally she would have left a light on, being alone she did not like walking into a dark house but she had not planned on being home after dark.
The house was fairly secure, although set far off the road and secluded. Not many knew the house was here and if one did not know the actual address, they would never see it. It could not be seen from the road. The driveway was even hidden, being gravel and small, snaking through the woods a long while before reaching her house.
She only bothered with the small light over the kitchen table. Her heart was heavy, wondering how he was, what he was doing and if she were truthful with herself, who he was with. A small sigh slipped from between her down turned lips as she made her way to the master bathroom.
Lighting the candles around the tub lightened her mood a little. The wine was helping as well, a sweet white wine. Smiling to herself, she remembered his words. A girly wine, he had called it. She ran the water, not quite scalding but very hot. It nearly overflowed the top edge before she turned the spigot to the off position.
Gratefully, she slipped out of her professional clothes. First removing the dark blue top, unbuttoning each of the buttons slowly, in her mind it was his hand popping each button open with great care. The side zipper of her slit skirt was next, making its way down her hip, the sound of the zip release sending a chill through her belly as she once again imagined his hand there.
Beneath she wore the matching dark blue bra and panties, even the thigh highs matched nearly perfectly, hugging her strong thighs as a lovers hand might. Her dark blue pumps added a soft curve to her shapely calves but she was unaware of the picture she made, standing in the candle light. Her mind on him, wondering again if he might be thinking of her, if only a little.
Bending, she drug her hand through the hot water, adding her favorite scented bath salts to the bubbling froth. She drug her hand back and forth through the blueness created by the salts, her back to the door, her hips lifted into the air.
Finding the water perfect, she slipped out of the pumps and rolled down the thigh highs before removing the matching bra and panty set. She did not bother glancing into the full length mirror; her thoughts were not on her but on him, completely and totally on him. Wishing she could reach out to him, touch him, feel his skin against hers.