dnommo
01-24-2002, 11:09 AM
The early morning sun shines through the seam of the shade leaving warmth on his face. He awakes blinking quickly to adjust his vision to the arrival of morning. He reaches for the clock sitting on the nightstand.
“7:18…I’m late,” he thinks as he attempts to lift his fully rested frame from the comfort of the bed. Still groggy, he reached for the remote to play his favorite CD. The sounds of Ella play quietly as he rests his feet on the floor sitting up on the side of his bed. He scans the room and thinks about what to wear today. He rises from the bed and enters the bathroom. The floor sends a chill through him as his steps barefoot on the cold tile. He turns on the shower and begins to prepare to take his shower. A cloud of steam covers the room as he enters the stall to wash. In the midst of his shower the door opens. He is startled and surprised for he lives alone. “Who in the hell is in my house?” He thinks as he realizes he is in a very vulnerable position. Outside the shower door he sees a silouhette moving towards him. Suddenly the door opens and a slender built woman climbs in with him. He hugs and kisses him as she grabs the soap and begins to wash. He, looking confused, attempted to figure out who is this woman?
“Was she in my bed?” He thought as he studied her intently watching her every move. As she finishes lathering herself she looks back at him and smiles. Taking two steps backward, she begins to rub her freshly lathered body against his, sending chills through his no longer rested frame. As he still attempts to figure out who she is he finds himself being aroused by the soft body rubbing seductively against him taking her hand full of soap and lathering his back and shoulders as she kisses his chest. His questions of identity quickly transform into thoughts of seduction as he places his hands in the small of her back. She lets out a slight moan and leans restfully into his arms. She squeezes his biceps, pulling him closer to her as she leans back against the wall of the stall. She reaches down and lathers his once rested frame and pulls him closer. A surge of intensity runs through him by her touch and he grabs her, turns her around, and lays her hands on the wall. She leans her head back with a look of surprise as he places one hand around her neck, and slightly bites her ear. She lets out a moan of excitement with each movement of his frame towards her and a sigh filled inhale as he enters he without warning. They continue until the hot water turns cold.
He returns to the bedroom to find clothing for the day. As he stand in the closet, she walks up behind him and embraces him, placing her hands on his chest.
“Good morning,” she speaks with a tone of joy and fatigue, “Thank you for everything.”
“You’re welcome,” he replies still wondering who she is, “Did you enjoy yourself.”
“Mm-hmmm,” she moans as she rest her head in the center of his back, “You were wonderful. I just don’t understand how she could get married to someone else and not you. I would love to thank her personally.”
“Marriage? How did she know? That was last week?” He thinks even deeper as to where he would have met her and how they ended up in such a situation. “Why can’t I remember her name?”
“Baby, I must get ready for work. Call me later?” She asked as her moves to the other side of the bed.
“Sure. What time must you be there?” He asked hoping her answer would bring some clarity to his day.
“10:00. Mt shift starts at 11:00 but I wanna go in early.” She replies as she picks up her freshly ironed uniform from the door.
“The diner? Oh no…no, not the girl from the diner?” He thinks horrified about what he had done. “So I guess I am what you want?” He asks her just to be certain.
“Why do you keep asking me that? If you weren’t then I wouldn’t be here now. Yes you are what I want. The question is, Am I what you want?” She looks at him awaiting his reply.
He stops looking for his clothes and turns around. He leans against the door and stares at her; this slender built beauty standing across the room from him. This woman whose name he still doesn’t remember and yet he just had sex with; this woman who wants to be with him. This woman whom he trusted enough to share his feelings with and yet he is still asking himself if she is what he wants.
He paints a look of anger across his face and motions for her to come to him. She smiles, drops her clothes and moves towards him. As she gets closer he reaches his hand behind her ear and pulls her to him. He kisses her with intensity, allowing all his fears and question to fall away. She, a little surprised by his aggressiveness, pushes away a little but soon surrenders to his emotions. He lifts her up over his head resting her legs on his shoulders and begins to kiss her inner thigh. She lets out a moan as she grabs the ceiling trying to find support for his kisses leaves her wiggling from the intensity. He senses her discomfort and lowers her enough to carry her to the bed. He lays her down and continues to kiss from her knees inching towards the center of her thighs. He stops short of his destination looking into the eyes of his mate who has become limp in his embrace and he smiles at her a sinister grin.
“Yes you are what I want.”
<To be continued>
“7:18…I’m late,” he thinks as he attempts to lift his fully rested frame from the comfort of the bed. Still groggy, he reached for the remote to play his favorite CD. The sounds of Ella play quietly as he rests his feet on the floor sitting up on the side of his bed. He scans the room and thinks about what to wear today. He rises from the bed and enters the bathroom. The floor sends a chill through him as his steps barefoot on the cold tile. He turns on the shower and begins to prepare to take his shower. A cloud of steam covers the room as he enters the stall to wash. In the midst of his shower the door opens. He is startled and surprised for he lives alone. “Who in the hell is in my house?” He thinks as he realizes he is in a very vulnerable position. Outside the shower door he sees a silouhette moving towards him. Suddenly the door opens and a slender built woman climbs in with him. He hugs and kisses him as she grabs the soap and begins to wash. He, looking confused, attempted to figure out who is this woman?
“Was she in my bed?” He thought as he studied her intently watching her every move. As she finishes lathering herself she looks back at him and smiles. Taking two steps backward, she begins to rub her freshly lathered body against his, sending chills through his no longer rested frame. As he still attempts to figure out who she is he finds himself being aroused by the soft body rubbing seductively against him taking her hand full of soap and lathering his back and shoulders as she kisses his chest. His questions of identity quickly transform into thoughts of seduction as he places his hands in the small of her back. She lets out a slight moan and leans restfully into his arms. She squeezes his biceps, pulling him closer to her as she leans back against the wall of the stall. She reaches down and lathers his once rested frame and pulls him closer. A surge of intensity runs through him by her touch and he grabs her, turns her around, and lays her hands on the wall. She leans her head back with a look of surprise as he places one hand around her neck, and slightly bites her ear. She lets out a moan of excitement with each movement of his frame towards her and a sigh filled inhale as he enters he without warning. They continue until the hot water turns cold.
He returns to the bedroom to find clothing for the day. As he stand in the closet, she walks up behind him and embraces him, placing her hands on his chest.
“Good morning,” she speaks with a tone of joy and fatigue, “Thank you for everything.”
“You’re welcome,” he replies still wondering who she is, “Did you enjoy yourself.”
“Mm-hmmm,” she moans as she rest her head in the center of his back, “You were wonderful. I just don’t understand how she could get married to someone else and not you. I would love to thank her personally.”
“Marriage? How did she know? That was last week?” He thinks even deeper as to where he would have met her and how they ended up in such a situation. “Why can’t I remember her name?”
“Baby, I must get ready for work. Call me later?” She asked as her moves to the other side of the bed.
“Sure. What time must you be there?” He asked hoping her answer would bring some clarity to his day.
“10:00. Mt shift starts at 11:00 but I wanna go in early.” She replies as she picks up her freshly ironed uniform from the door.
“The diner? Oh no…no, not the girl from the diner?” He thinks horrified about what he had done. “So I guess I am what you want?” He asks her just to be certain.
“Why do you keep asking me that? If you weren’t then I wouldn’t be here now. Yes you are what I want. The question is, Am I what you want?” She looks at him awaiting his reply.
He stops looking for his clothes and turns around. He leans against the door and stares at her; this slender built beauty standing across the room from him. This woman whose name he still doesn’t remember and yet he just had sex with; this woman who wants to be with him. This woman whom he trusted enough to share his feelings with and yet he is still asking himself if she is what he wants.
He paints a look of anger across his face and motions for her to come to him. She smiles, drops her clothes and moves towards him. As she gets closer he reaches his hand behind her ear and pulls her to him. He kisses her with intensity, allowing all his fears and question to fall away. She, a little surprised by his aggressiveness, pushes away a little but soon surrenders to his emotions. He lifts her up over his head resting her legs on his shoulders and begins to kiss her inner thigh. She lets out a moan as she grabs the ceiling trying to find support for his kisses leaves her wiggling from the intensity. He senses her discomfort and lowers her enough to carry her to the bed. He lays her down and continues to kiss from her knees inching towards the center of her thighs. He stops short of his destination looking into the eyes of his mate who has become limp in his embrace and he smiles at her a sinister grin.
“Yes you are what I want.”
<To be continued>