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a friend of mine wrote this for me It was just another long day: one more commute home at the end of a inhumane schedule to another quiet evening in front of the television, with great anticipation of the lonely night in bed. It had been a tough week. Thank goodness it was Friday. The dreams of arriving home to someone anxiously waiting had staled long ago, but sometimes she still liked to prepare for her entrance, as if things weren’t going to be exactly the same as she left them before heading to work. She wanted to float inside and breathe in the bouquet of an expensive bottle of wine, relax in a soothing bathtub with a gorgeous suitor who would then coax her from the water into the bedroom and make love to her tenderly. She wanted to feel like a woman, if only for a little while. To be taken care of and nurtured, to be desired and wanted. And to crave in return. But, she’d have to settle for a cheap bottle of opened wine, a shower, and a vibrator. Most likely, though, she’d probably just undress and go to sleep. She didn’t want a headache in the morning, a shower sounded like too much work, and she doubted she could even muster the enthusiasm to give herself pleasure. The house was warm from a sunny day after a week of rain, which prevented her from doing what she wanted: to bundle up on the couch with a blanket. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, but there really wasn't any relief. It seemed her work was not over. It was time to bathe. She pulled herself from the couch and padded to the bathroom, reached inside the curtain, and started the water. The water would be hot in moments, and while waiting she slowly undressed her tired body, glimpsing herself in the mirror as she did. She looked at herself for a moment, pondering what men looked at when they stared at her. She was overly critical of her naked body – what woman wasn’t? – but it was hard not to appreciate the flattering glances of her male associates. She wished she had the figure of her younger days, but age was now added to her sides. She tried to be a likeable person, and while she knew much of the attention she received came from friendly interest, there was also the occasional glance downward, or the comment about her hair, or eyes, or something else physical. She did love her eyes. Even if one was lower than the other. She ran her fingers through her hair, slightly massaging her scalp. She slid her palms from her belly upwards, lifting her bosom as her hands climbed, trying to imagine the touch from another right then. She longed for it. It wasn’t just pleasure she wanted. It was the warmth of another body, of a man, loving her, touching her, inside of her. She wanted to share. The shower beckoned so she dropped the thoughts that were sure to eventually depress her and stepped inside. The water was magnificent. It beat against her tired muscles, warming her outside to in. Of course, it physically cleaned her, but felt as though it had the power to wash away the emotion of the day. Worry, concern and pain all dripped from her body and swirled down the drain. The stream of water against her nude form invigorated her, and she was glad she decided to bathe. The soap’s fresh aroma lingered in the steamy air as it glided along her skin, stripping the stress of the day and calming her with each pass. Arms and legs were renewed, neck and shoulders relieved. She washed her chest, actually hoping to feel something exciting as she slowed across her nipples. She didn’t, but when she rubbed the insides of her thighs and refreshed her femininity, she felt a glimmer of the warmth she aching for. There was no intensity, certainly not enough, at least yet, to bring her to genuine excitement, but it was something. Like the feel of an unexpected back rub. And as she took just a moment with her fingers between her legs, standing alone in the shower, eyes closed with a heavy stream of water beating against her back, she felt pleasure. However small, it was pleasure. And that might just be enough. Her mind began to respond, and willingly ransomed her fantasy from where reality had stolen it. Her identity began to fade, life disappeared. Her wanting desire quickly sketched the personification of her version of sexy. And then he was there with her, stepping into the fog through the curtain, a man who wanted her. Now. He was taller than her, strong but not bulky. He was in shape but a little overweight; she couldn’t stand the look of frailty on a man. She graciously accepted a little belly, too, since she knew there was pleasure in creating it. His neck was beautiful, eclipsed by broad shoulders that led to toned arms, not to be outdone by his well-built legs. After taking in the view of his body, she settled on his kind eyes, which peered right into hers. He was reading her thoughts, and evidenced by a thickening below his waist, was doing so effectively. She turned to face the water as he stepped toward her, taking the soap and applying a firm cleansing to her back. He located the tension and commanded it away, his strong fingers applying perfect force to correct her body. Thumbs swirled magically between her shoulders, forcing the toxic day through her skin and away from them. Traveling down her spine, his hands communicated with each segment of her back, responding with a press, a rub, a squeeze, or caress. With her head down and hands on the wall, she allowed him to frisk her, inhaling with each anticipation. His palms found her hips and traced the outline of her body down the middle. They came to rest on her behind, and she could hear his fingers express their desire through their touch. His chest was against her now, his body conforming to hers, and his hands reached forward. She was anxious for his intimate touch. And there was no delay. His hands found her belly, just as she did in the mirror. They rose against the stream of water, bring heat and longing with them, climbing upward slowly, until they reached her breasts. Then carefully he fondled them, gently exploring her skin, reaching for and circling their peaks. She moaned slightly, and then inhaled through parted lips as he caressed her bosom. And as his hand continued to stimulate her, its partner began to fall, leaving a wanting nipple, sliding below the curve of her breast, past her stomach, and to her thigh. And with a moment his fingers began to reach for her. She parted her legs in invitation, and his slender fingers obeyed. Rubbing silently against her thigh, they rose and bumped her. Nothing extraordinary, just the pressure of a rising hand, but she was ready, and verbally confirmed it with a gentle sigh. He stroked her gently, directing the focus of her body to her middle. The waterfall of feeling dripped from her shoulders to the spot where he touched her, surrounding her thighs with craving warmth. But he distracted the migration with a kiss on her neck, and then her shoulder, and then her back. Kisses fell upon her lower back and bottom, and then she felt the pressure of him expecting her to turn. She gave in immediately, looking down at the head of hair approaching her groin. She wanted to collapse as his tongue joined the lovemaking. But it was only a tease, for moments after his mouth began to taste her, he rose, kissing her body along the way. He suckled each nipple briefly, then kissed her neck, opened his lips against her throat, and then paused at her mouth. And as she held her lips parted and eyes closed, the fantasy kissed her. They embraced as their mouths mingled, but her yearning could not be satisfied by a kiss. He knew this, and was already backing away to exit the shower. As he did, she viewed his full erection, feeling the satisfaction of having caused it without a touch. They dried, and as she watched him remove the remaining drops of water from his body, she could hold herself back no longer. She pushed him against the counter and kissed his nipples. Her tongue dropped along the middle of his chest, where her lips pressed against his waist. Completely on her knees, her hands explored his legs, and then reached for the hard member that was before her. And as her mouth fell around the head of his penis, she made the first sound from his throat a gasp. His hands dropped to her bobbing head as she pleased him with her lips, watching her hold him and place him inside her mouth. He was clearly aroused, and while she wouldn’t have thought it possible, she was sure his erection grew as she performed on him. When his body began to shake, he pulled her from his member and brought her to a standing position. He kissed her just once, then led her to the bedroom. She was amazed by the way he hovered over her body, excreting warmth without touching, causing her to become overwhelmed with excitement without stimulation. She started to imagine what it would feel like when he finally penetrated her, but she shook off the future and concentrated on nothing but his sweet agony. He bent his arms to give her a kiss, and while she wanted to savor his mouth still more, she quivered in anticipation as he began his journey south, spreading kisses on her skin, licking and sucking as he dropped lower each time. And when he dropped his chin between her legs, she felt nothing but hot breath, which only made her squirm still more as he tortured her with delay. Her relief came with a moistened tongue pressing into her, the feeling radiating to her fingertips and toes. Then, so slowly one could not chart its progress, he drew it upwards, reaching the base of her folds, then slipping between them, driving upwards, harvesting pleasure with the run of his mouth. No request could come from her lips, nor was it required. He continue preparing her in this fashion, endless, profound licks, lapping heavily with loving affection. Soon, she felt her body spread as he inserted a finger inside of her, then two, and she could barely hold still as they slid in and out of her while his face was nestled between her thighs. Again her mind wandered forward, she wanted him to rise, to put himself inside of her. He obeyed. He began climbing her body, pausing at her breasts and rising still further to kiss her. It seemed almost choreographed, a fluid motion that changed from oral sex to the moment of his penetration. The beginning of their copulation was almost unclear, since his body, once kneeling as he gorged between her legs, simply dropped toward her, and just as effortlessly as he kissed her nipples and touched her waist with his hand, his erection slid into her, gentle but consistent, filling her with him, and for every millimeter that entered her in the drive, she lost in breath. And so their bodies began to move, each of their organs dripping with lubrication and mingled saliva, rising and falling together as they performed the steps of a dance they’d never practiced together. And with each heave of delight, they drove closer to the crescendo, to the peak of pleasure, to the goal of their sex, and while there was no desire to end the event, neither could keep from grinding for it. It seemed like an eternity from the moment she knew she would orgasm until the eruption began. Even her hair felt it, as every cell participated in bringing her into ecstasy. Fingertips and toes numbed to allow their energy to travel toward her center, nipples hardened and shot their power downward, muscles clenched, mouth hung, and as the wave of heat and light and energy converged on their lovemaking, she felt the pulse of his climax. There could have been no better timing. Grinding their bodies together, lungs emptying with unabashed cries, he drove himself into her, and she received him with pulsating squeezes. She felt him erupt, over and over he pumped himself into her, and she couldn’t stop. And when the orgasmic waves finally began to ebb, they fell into each other, panting in recovery. |
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so hot girlfriend,i'm hooked! Rainbow kisses,Tara. 
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