Talk to Me
| Bathtime
God what a Monday! Lighting two candles he stepped into the hot water of the tub and laid back. Rehearsals were demanding and he was exhausted. All he wanted was to relax and get some much-needed sleep. Forcing all thoughts of music and dance steps from his mind he finally began to feel his body relax.
Good GOD what a day. A stereotypical Monday. Coffee spilt on her silk suit. Yelling matches instead of board meetings. The asshole with his hand on her knee. Her lunch under cooked and her dinner was practically burnt. And come 6am tomorrow she would get to repeat the whole thing over again. Just peachy! At least she remembered to pack her favorite candles on this trip, she needed them. Lighting them around the tub, she slid off the terry robe and stepped into the steaming water. Reaching up she rubbed her neck and shoulders letting out an audible sigh as she tried to let the hassles of the day melt away. Closing her eyes she was met with a pair of dark blue eyes staring right back at her. Brining her eyes open she turned to gaze at a candle flame and thought why not? After the day she had she was entitled to her daydreams.
He felt almost weightless in the near to over-flowing waters of the tub. His arms floated to the surface. He could feel the warm water surrounding him and the sensation was fairly erotic. Maybe that was why he always enjoyed baths so much? He could feel himself drifting off.
Closing her eyes again this time she saw a face to go with those blue eyes. A face she knew, not from reality- not her reality, a face she knew only from her dreams. He had a handsome face with a strong brow, straight nose, and very full lips. Lips that she wished could be kissing her right now. She licked at her lips wishing once again that it was his tongue instead of her own touching her. Drawing her hands in she ran them across her belly and tickled her fingertips up the underside of her breasts. Using the fingernail of each of her index fingers she traced circles inwards around her nipples before dragging her nails downward over them causing them to harden in response. God, if only that were his mouth. His teeth. She imagined she was doing the same to him. Imagined she was dragging her nails across his broad chest. Loving the feel of the muscles beneath her hands.
His upper body felt a chill in the air, even in the steamy air of the bathroom. Subconsciously he slid deeper into the water. As the edge of the water moved over his nipples in his mind it felt suspiciously like a woman’s nails scraping at them- they puckered at the sensation. Brining his hands in to rest only on his chest at first, he soon began a slow up and down movement over his chest and stomach. Inhaling and exhaling deeply with each movement made him more relaxed and more aroused. He missed having a woman to hold, the softness of her breasts. His large hands ached to cup them, thumb the underside of them. He licked his lips, then bit at his bottom lip wanting it to be her was biting at, that special someone. Wanting to touch her and bring her nipples his mouth, to nip at, to suck on.
Flattening her hands to her chest she relished in the feel of her nipples in the palm of her hands, his hands. In her mind he knew just what to do, just where to touch, just how to use his tongue. She moaned at the thought. Sliding one hand down her body, along the inside of her thigh, and then back up letting her finger stop right over her clit. She began making slow circles with her finger while alternately increasing and decreasing the pressure. Her daydream, her fantasy, he would make all the worries of her day disappear with his magic touch.
The swirling of the warm water around his body felt like the silky smooth skin of a beautiful woman lying next to him, moving next to him. His dick quivered from the sensation. Bending his knees he drug his fingertips up from his knees along the inside of each of his thighs and traced along the underside of his balls. Sliding the palm of his hand along them he inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth. Circling the base of his dick with his hand he began a rhythmic pushing and pulling with his hand; a rhythm he soon began to meet with his hips.
She wanted to please him so much, wanted to be pleased by him. She wanted everything. It was her fantasy, why couldn’t she have it? She wanted to see him when he came. To look up into his blue eyes as they darkened with ecstasy. Imagined she was positioned between his legs, she threw her head back against the tub in enjoyment. Placing two fingers inside herself, she moved them in and out at an increasing pace, meanwhile using her thumb to resume pressure on her clit. She rocked her hips against her hand and continued using her thumb to stimulate her overly sensitive bud. She wanted him in her mouth so much she could almost taste him. Bringing her other hand up to her mouth she placed her two middle fingers in her mouth in yearning, imagining she was sucking on him. Drawing him in and out of her mouth, from his base to the tip and down again, tracing her tongue along the underside and around the head. Imagining she was bringing him to the edge of pleasure right along with herself. Imagining he was the one that was giving her pleasure, making her scream, and making her muscles spasm over and over around her fingers as warmth flooded her from head to toe.
He reached behind his head and grabbed the back of the tub. His movements had reached an almost frantic pace. His hand tightened around himself and he swore, with the movement of the warm water he could actually feel her mouth on him, her tongue sliding over him. He opened his eyes to make sure it really was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Looking down at his hand he looked down and saw two very clear aqua eyes staring up at him. That was all he saw before his jaw dropped, his eyes closed, his hips jerked violently one last time, and he furiously pumped his release over his chest and stomach. Dragging in a ragged breath he opened his eyes to find only himself in the dimly candlelit bathroom that now had water splashed all over the floor.
TUESDAY MORNING
“Nick, where the hell are you? It’s time to leave already! Get you’re ass in gear. I swear the tour hasn’t even started yet and…” Nick didn’t let Kevin finish. He just hung up the hotel room phone, grabbed his backpack, and ran out the room. Monday had been a long and tiring day. The only good thing to come out of it had been his bath and his “fantasy” lover. Wouldn’t the fellas tease the hell out him over that one if they ever found out?
Running out into the hall he ran smack into someone else rushing into the hall knocking her and her belongs onto the floor. “Excuse me. I’m sorry.” He started. Bending down to help pick up her things.
“Jesus! Not again? I distinctly remember looking at the calendar and it said today wasn’t Monday.” She was muttering. “Doesn’t anybody look where they are going anymore?”
“I said I was sorry.” He snapped. Then a little quieter, “Any way, are you okay? Did I hurt ya?” He asked standing up and handing her some of her papers he had gathered.
She continued to mumble and ramble, “No, no. I’m fine. Late but fine. Don’t worry about it. Sorry I snapped at you. It’s just that yesterday was a horrible Monday and…” She apologized reaching out to accept the papers and looking up into very familiar blue eyes the rest of the what she was going to say escaped her thoughts.
Looking down Nick had an overwhelming sense of de’ja vu. Looking down he smiled as he saw a pair of very clear aqua eyes looking up into his own.
Karina 2003
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