This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if
it is, it’s not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble.
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words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun!
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“Where are my keys!” She yelled, rushing around the house
like a banshee. “Fuck, this is just what I need.” She muttered, then screamed,
“Bill! Jesus, where are my keys? I’m gonna be late!”
Nothing had gone right today. Rumor had it she was about
to be downsized out of a job, her car hadn’t started when it was time
to leave work, so she’d been late picking up the kids from the daycare.
She got a mustard stain on her favorite shirt, and to top it off, she found
out she gained ten pounds.
Maybe some scream therapy would work. “BIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!”
He came bounding down the stairs. “The kids are in bed, hun.
You need to relax.”
“I NEED to get going. Where are my damn keys!!?” She fumed,
flitting from one place to another, panicking.
Bill chased her down and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Kim.
Sloooowwww down. Take a deep breath. Your keys are right there on your purse.”
She jerked toward her purse. “Uh, not yet. Look at me.” She had the
freaked out look of a deer in the headlights of a semi.
“Bill, I gotta get…” It was as far as she got. His
lips closed over hers blocking out the rest of her words, slowing her mind.
He kissed her sensuously, his hands on her shoulders, kneading out the tension
present. His lips traced hers; his tongue explored her mouth slowly,
as though he were counting her teeth.
That made her smile into the kiss, as he pulled back. “Now, where
do you need to go so badly?” watching to see that jacklit look in her eyes
disappear.
“I’m supposed to be at a voter’s meeting tonight.” She sighed heavily.
“You aren’t presenting, right?” He looked at her questioningly.
“No, I’m not. But I should…” She started to sputter.
“You should relax. They aren’t going to miss your vote.
You’re staying here, so you can get some relaxation therapy.”
She smiled wanly. In the earlier years of their marriage, that
is what she’d called it. Her stress relief. Now, she was lucky
to get the time to breath. Bill had actually been very good about it
lately. She knew the lack of intimacy had to be hurting him as well.
She slid up against him. “You’re right, we have been neglecting each other.”
He smiled. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.”
She kicked off her shoes, taking a deep breath. She wandered
into the living room and sat down, facing the fireplace. There was
a chill in the air, so Bill had started a fire. When was the last
time I sat and watched flames? She watched the colors mix, the tawny
yellows and rust oranges. She felt her tension release some. After
a few moments, she felt Bill’s hand on her shoulder.
“Close your eyes.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
She complied, and felt him reach for her hands, pulling her up and leading
her away. She smiled, wondering what her inventive husband had up his
sleeve. She thought she was near the bathroom.
“Keep your eyes closed now.” He released her hands, and began to unbutton
her blouse. Gently, he moved her hands back down to her sides when she
reached to assist him. She felt the humidity in the air, the scented
steam of her favorite bath salt. Bill unbuttoned her skirt, and helped
her to step out of it. He carefully pinned her hair up. When she was
totally nude, he lifted her in his arms, and placed her in the tub full of
warm soothing water.
“I’ll be right outside, if you need anything,” he told her. She opened
her eyes. The bathroom door was indeed shut, and Bill was not there.
Candles were placed at the corners of the bath, flickering in the rising steam.
A glass of wine was placed on edge of the tub. Kim smiled. When
was the last time I took a bath? When she thought Bill hadn’t forgotten anything,
she heard the strains of Enya’s Watermark come through the speakers
of their sound system.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” She called out softly.
“Nope, this is for you. I’ll be here to thank when you get out.”
Kim sank deeper into the water, the scent of lemongrass and ginger
enveloping her. The steam made the candles flicker, and she sighed deeply.
The water eddied around her body, the currents making whisper soft touches
against her skin. She felt the tension begin to leave her body, her
legs and arms slightly floating in the buoyant water. The water made
soft gurgles as her body shifted slightly.
She let her body soak, until the once hot water turned tepid, then
took the large bath sheet hanging nearby and wrapped it around herself as
she stood up. She let the water out, just as Bill opened the door.
“How are you feeling now?” he said softly, as his hands took
the towel, and slowly dried her off.
She sighed. “ Much better. Thank you. I don’t remember
the last time I did that.” She leaned up, giving him a soft kiss. He
returned it, before lifting her up.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” He asked.
Kim squirmed in anticipation, wondering what was next.
He carried her back into the living room, and laid her down on the
soft quilt he placed before the fire. Off the hearth, he took the glass
cruet of warming oil. She quietly rolled over onto her stomach, her head resting
on the pillow he provided. He dribbled the vanilla scented oil down
her spine. He placed the cruet back on the hearth, close the fire.
Then the phone rang. The first ring jarred them, by the second, she
was pushing her torso up with her hands.
“Kim, don’t get it.” He pleaded.
“It’s probably the committee.” She sighed heavily.
“Fine, I’ll get it.” He jumped up before she could reply.
He answered it on the third ring. “Hello? …Yes, she’s here…” He looked
at her naked form on the floor, “No, she can’t come to the phone…Yes, mmmhmmm.
No, she’s a bit under the weather. I’ll let her know.”
Bill hung up the phone and quietly moved back to her side. “What
did they want?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing important; I’ll tell you
tomorrow.” He whispered in her ear. She leaned up to argue, then thought
better of it. She was getting spoiled, why mess with that?
His hands were back on her back, long strokes on either side of her
spine. She sighed softly, as she felt her lower back roll under and
release. His hands rolled back up, rolled in fists, his knuckles pressed into
her tense muscles. Bill shifted, so that he was straddling
her thighs. With the better angle, he worked out more and more of the
tense spots in her back. Kim mewed softly, her body softening beneath
his touch.
When her back was soft, pliant and relaxed, Bill moved lower,
and began to massage her buttocks. Her feet began to turn outward, eyes
closed. “Watermark” faded out, and “Book of Secrets ”
started. The music flowed over her, as the oil and Bill’s hands followed.
The tone was seductive, middle-eastern; dark and smoky. His hands followed
suit, and warm kneading became soft sensual touches. The warmth licked
at her sides, down her thighs, between her thighs.
The smoky light from the fire made her skin glow. Bill sighed
softly. His fingers moved gently over her thighs, teasing, testing.
She moaned softly as his fingers dipped between her thighs. She felt
him lean forward, felt him press a soft kiss onto the small of her back.
Slowly, sleepily, she rolled over.
“Hi” she whispered softly, her eyes at half-mast, smiling up at him.
“Hi yourself.” He smiled back at her. She raised her arms to
him, and he took her silent invitation. The first kiss was sensual,
lingering. Her fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, teased
it. Her chest moved of its own volition, rising to meet his.
They fell into each other gracefully, lovers who knew each other, and had
no need to rush.
His hands stroked her hair, kissing down along her collarbone, smiling
when he felt her shiver.
“Cold?” he questioned softly as he shifted down to her chest, grasping
a nipple and suckling it.
“Hell, no, it’s downright tropical.” She laughed shakily. He
watched the color rise on her chest, and as always, thought how beautiful
it was; the slow pink of her arousal rise from her center up her chest to
her neck and face; like watching the rising of the sun.
He dipped into the sunrise, meeting the line of pink as it crossed
her diaphragm. His tongue dipped lower, swirling around her navel.
Kim sighed softly, her fingers wrapping through his hair, alternately pulling
him closer and pushing him lower. He took the not so subtle suggestion,
and trailed downward, where he dawdled. First he kissed her inner thigh,
then licked the apex where it met her groin. The smell was heady, of
vanilla, ginger and what was uniquely her own scent. His nose nuzzled,
teasing her, as her body began to move against him sinuously, her legs still
held captive by Bill’s. She moaned softly, almost in time with the music,
when he finally touched her center with his tongue. He placed his hands
on her hips, as his tongue flicked at her in time to the music. The
sounds, the scent, the touch, all wrapped her in a sensual haze.
Kim’s body writhed beneath him, unable to focus on anything except
the feel of his mouth and fingers teasing her. She felt the wave building,
the tension she’d be holding tight behind the dam of her emotion. Her thighs
tightened around Bill’s head, her bottom leaving the floor as her back bowed
with tension. Suddenly, the dam burst and the tension died down in wave after
wave of bliss.
Bill lightly stroked her thighs as she came down from her zenith. Her
body occasionally spasmed, the residual tension dying back, leaving her body
slack and limp. As reality seeped back in, Bill asked her softly, “Feel
better now?”
Moaning softly, she answered, “God, yes. I love you.” Her hand moved
softly toward his body clasping his hardened manhood with a smile, “But I
don’t think all the tension is gone yet, do you?"