I'm waking up with the moonrise. Either I'm up very early or very late. I look at the clock. 10:17 PM. Late. I've successfully slept through most of Saturday. Wow.
I stretch out my arms and hit the wall. I'm laying sideways. Why? I rub my eyes and feel the weight of sleep lift off of me. I'm starting to remember.
Friday night. Sign in as a chaperon. Open the youth building. 9 pm to 11 pm paintball. herd kids around field. Run more than I have all year. Change out of grass stained pants. 1 am to 3 am talent show. Judge. Give awards. Drink seventh cup of coffee. Herd kids more. Stop make out session. Run obstacle course. 5 am. Cook giant batch of eggs while Stacie makes pancakes. Show movie. Wait till parents come. 8 am. Drive home. 9 am. wait for caffeine to wear off. 10:25 am. Fall asleep.
God, did all of that happen in one night? I'm sore all through my back and arms. I can feel a bruise on my right shoulder blade and my mouth tastes like stale soda. I pull myself up and sit on the edge of the bed and try to clear the fog surrounding me. I make a mental note to take off my jeans next time I collapse into bed, since mine are muddy and half down my hips thanks to my sleep-time movement and an undone button. I stand up, feeling muscles protest to their early (late?) morning exertion. I feel better and better as I move more, letting my limbs stretch out and feeling new energy pour into me. I check for damage in the mirror above my dresser. Not too bad. I actually look pretty good after a night of physical exertion. My muscles are large from overuse in the paintball game and my whole body looks pretty nice. At least something came out of a night of corralling kids. I see my discarded shirt on the floor, putting a nice mud stain on the carpet. I sigh and bend down to pick it up before I get in trouble.
White petal.
A white flower petal lying on the floor. A pristine and fresh white flower petal. On the ground.
My scrambled mind is having trouble making sense of this. I'm useless at identifying flowers, so I have no clue what this delicate little shape belongs to. But it's new. And not alone! One... two.... a whole trail of petals.... Hmmmmm....
I stand up with some effort and look at this new puzzle. A trail of flower petals. In my room. My muddled mind concludes that S. must have done this, because I sure didn't and I don't think anyone else was here. I also figured the most productive thing would be for me to follow the trail.
I walk out into the hallway, where the trail snakes like an elegant pathway across the simple carpet, transforming it into a new and exciting wonderland. I follow it into the entryway for our guest bedroom. A big red bow is in the middle of the closed door. I open it slowly. And I'm not an idiot. By now I know S. has done this for me, and I'm eagerly anticipating some scene. It plays out in my head: I open the door to find S. lying on the large guest bed. Her arms spread out with her fingertips lightly grazing the white sheets. One leg straight, the other knee bent up. Her eyes just oozes sensuality. I walk to the side of the bed, and from there sink into a long night of lovemaking. Perfect.
I open the door to a very different scene.
I'm first struck by the three very large blowups of some nude pictures I had taken of S. They hang from the wall behind the head of the bed, tacked into place. They're black and white and filled with elaborate poses to emphasize all my favorite angles of her. The bed above which they hang is pristine and very empty. No S. At least, not here.... I can make out a muffled giggle from the bathroom door. A little shower action sounds lovely right now. I chuckle and make a move to cross to the door and open it into the aforementioned land of milk, honey, and sex. My phone, still in my pocket, buzzes.
"not yet. gttng ready."
I send a reply.
"how long???"
"ull see ;)"
"so i just get to wait here?"
"yep. i made the bed 4 u. lie down and relax and ill tell u when im rdy :)"
I figure I should do as I'm told. Not just because this has potential to be some enormously hot surprise, but also because I ate the last piece of cheesecake two nights ago while S. was out with some friends, and this could be some kind of payback. Time to play good boy, at least until I can declare the area safe.
I sit cross legged on the foot of the bed facing the sexy posters. If I have to wait, I'm going to wait with boobs to look at.
After a small pause, my phone vibrates.
"white or black?"
"white or black wht?"
"ull see ;) white or black?"
"ummmm eenie meenie miny white"
"k! only a few more minutes till u get an AMAZING night!"
So it's not about the cheesecake. Sweet. Inner high-five.
Five minutes more pass. I memorize the first picture and am working my eyes over the second when I hear three knocks on the bathroom door. I get up and walk slowly and quietly to the door like I'm about to enter a bank vault to steal money, slowly turn the knob, and enter.
S. is leaning against the wall with her hips cocked like an old-school burlesque star. She's wearing one of my shirts, a long sleeved white button-down that I wore three days ago and left in the laundry room. She said it was at the cleaners. Clearly I'll have to take it myself if I ever want it to myself again. When S. claims clothing, it is hers for life.
It hangs loose around her frame, the bottom just skimming her thighs.
My heart races. Her eyes are drawing me in like a starving man to food.
I feel my pulse race and butterflies build up inside.
My inner animal is coming out.
My legs lightly flex, ready to spring.
My shoulders are iron, my arms bronze.
My eyes match hers for a minute as we stand still, breathing heavily with the atmosphere of lust swirling in the hot air. I look across the room. Candles burn in tucked away nooks and crannies of the room. White petals are scattered evenly across the floor. More float on a freshly drawn bath. Opposite the tub, our glass panoramic shower is opened and dripping. I suspect S. let the water run to warm it. Our sink that sits on the far wall between the two is cleared of all hygiene products. No shampoo or soap bottles clutter the shower either. Everything is cleaned off and devoid of anything everyday and ordinary. In their place are a few items: a magic wand-style vibrator by the sink, a smooth clear suction cup dildo on the shower rack, two large glasses of wine and a bottle of water on the edge of the tub.
The wine is a nice touch.
I walk closer. She beacons me in. I step again. Her finger says "come here". Step. Step. Step.
I can smell her. It makes me dizzy. She smells of soft perfume and smooth skin. My hand finally reaches her shoulder, I step, she moves, we're kissing.... tighter.... longer.... harder..... moans.... caress.... press.... intertwine.... I know this dance well.
She pulls away an inch. I look at her face, my hands on either side of her head, my body pulsing against her against the wall. "Tub," S. whispers huskily, "and get those pants off."
Hard to argue with that offer.
I'm sitting up to my chest in water. S. straightens her leg horizontally in front of my face, dropping her toe into the water slowly, forcing me to salivate over her thighs. How many times have I felt that skin as soft as silk? Doesn't matter. I'm never going to grow tired of that sensation. Her foot slowly touches the bottom of the tub on my left side. Her other leg repeats that gloriously sensual move to come to rest at my right. I lean back and relax. Whatever happens next, I'm pretty sure I will enjoy it.
S. slowly bends her legs. The shirt is expertly positioned over her crotch the whole way down. Damn, she can tease me. Her body slowly comes down to rest on my lap. She leans down to kiss me softly, her hands on my chest. My cock is hard against my boxer briefs, which are skintight from the water. She kisses me harder, her hair falling to my shoulders. I moan a little bit, and she takes the hint and thrusts her hips straight down into my lap.
Fireworks. All the anticipation releases like flames leaping. I lose sight of the world for a moment as intense pleasure rakes my body. Between being teased all evening and having gone over 48 hours without an orgasm, my body is ready for her.
Her hips begin to circle. I lean my head back and moan, which makes her circle slower and more firmly. Her grinding is driving me wild, and I reach down to stroke her thighs. My fingers slide over her slick and wet skin, moving towards her hips, towards that gateway to pleasure. Her circles stop and she carefully lifts my head to meet her eyes.
"Do you want me?"
"Yes...." I half moan.
She smiles wickedly,
"Then take me."
To be continued...
-A.
P.S. Part two is HERE!!
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