She was fed up to the limit with her day. It was just one of those where you wanted to strangle everyone around you if you thought you could actually get away with the act of murder. On the way home, her brand new vehicle was rear ended. She tossed her things onto the couch and headed toward the bedroom. New Year's Eve and an empty bed. Great! Just another item to add to the growing list of a shitty day. Laurel's friends had offered invitations to numerous events but they just weren't the same if there wasn't anyone to kiss at midnight. She figured she was gonna be lucky if she made it to midnight. She stepped out of her black heels and disrobed from her stuffy business attire. She was too lazy to put it where it should go and ended up heading for the bathroom adjoining to their room. She tested the temperature of the water. Anything liquid and boiling hot could relieve the stress her day had brought she figured as she stepped in under the steaming jets. Ahhh. Relief. What a feeling. She lost herself in the intensity of the pulsating water because it felt more like the masculine strength of two very familiar hands melting her cares away. She tilted her head sideward to find the dazzling emerald orbs smiling upon her. If this was a dream God don't let it end.
He silently continued his ministrations. Softly his lips found the base of her neck, working gently across her shoulder and lifting her arm slighty over her head. She was far too lost in her mind to believe this was actually happening but then again she did have a very active imagination. She felt the sudsy loofah sponge circumfrence her generous but firmly rounded offering of flesh. She felt the soap follow it's path around the other before drifting downward toward the moistened mound of curls. She quivered as the sponge played over it too numerous times to mention. He silently lathered the sponge once again and continued against her back. Over her shoulders, the irredescent glow cascaded over the mythical dragon on her left shoulder and the expression filled theater masks on the right. She felt herself slipping further away from reality as the bubbles fell down into the small of her back over the ironically placed angel wings. His hands traveled with expertise over the well curved proportions. He duplicated his path as he rinsed off every inch of floral essence now covering her body. She turned and hungrily engaged the fevered pitch of his mouth. She fought for control but she would never find it tonight as he pressed her against the midnight blue tiles. His arousal easily slid into place with the lubrication of the cascading water. They were the perfect fit. Her sultry, slender frame portrayed feminity at it's finest as they moved together against the beating rhythm of the pounding jets of water continued flowing over their bodies. Soon he felt her need for release constricting around the growing urgency that could no longer be contained. The rapturous flow of warmth coursed within her depths as she let herself no longer be denied.
All she could remember the next morning was turning the water off until she rolled over against his lifeless form. The black satin sheet landed on his lower back as she pressed her silken skin against his.
He turned to find her wearing nothing but a smile. "Happy New Year Kev Baby,"she glowed. So it hadn't been a dream. |
