This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its 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. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at 
asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! 
Let me know what you like! 
Oh, and I work hard on my writingso guess what? Its mine. That's right boys and 
girlsits copyrightedso if you want it? Just ask- we'll talk. 
 
Dryad  
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Panic Attack 
 
"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 luck 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 of 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 flickered, 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. 
"Its 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 phoneYes, 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.  Its 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 bad.  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, its 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 she 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?"

Fin
 
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002 http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad
