I feel her body tense up as I bring her to orgasm. Her moans are sweet music to my ears and all the encouragement I need as I slow my fingers and tongue to very gentle strokes. Her hands fall from my head and her knees start to buckle. I quickly stand up and grab a hold of her to keep her from sliding down the shower wall.
When I’m sure her legs will hold her up again, I lay gentle kisses along her neck and collarbone and let go of her, turning and grabbing the bar of soap. As I lather up my hands, Erin winds her arms around me, her chest pressed up against my back and rests her head against my mid-back. She sighs heavily, feeling completely relaxed. I love the feel of her body pressed firmly against mine.
As I turn around, I grab her arms and start to lather her up. I use long, firm strokes with my hands to massage the soap into her skin. “Oh my God that feels so good. I used muscles last night that I didn’t even know I had.”
I laugh as she rolls her neck from side to side. I start kneading her neck with my fingers which earns me another delicious moan. I fucking love that sound.
I start to wash up my body as Erin washes her hair. There’s something sensual about watching her cleanse herself in the shower. I’ve taken a few showers with women before but never actually paid close enough attention to the actual act of showering. It’s erotic as hell. But, maybe it’s just her.
Once she’s finished, I give my hair a quick washing. After all the soap is rinsed, I shut off the water and grab a couple of towels. I wrap the first one around Erin, using my big hands to swiftly dry her body. Once she steps out of the shower, I grab another towel and dry myself off.
Back in her room, I realize I’m going to have to put back on yesterday’s clothes. Not that I wore them very long since I put them on after work last night. “Hey, Erin. We’ll run by my house so I can change into my uniform and then head uptown for breakfast.”
“Is that a question or a demand?” she asks with a slightly raised eyebrow.
I sigh dramatically and decide to rephrase. “So, how about we stop by my house so I can change, and then we’ll run uptown for breakfast? How does that sound?”
“That sounds great,” she says with an appeasing smile.
It doesn’t take me very long to get dressed. Since Erin still has to finish getting dressed and do whatever it is that girls do in the bathroom to get ready for the day, I decide to head downstairs and check my phone. “Hey, I’ll head down and wait there, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll only be a few more minutes.” I don’t believe her for a second. What girl ever only takes a few minutes to get ready?
I settle on the couch and flip on the television while I wait. While watching Sports Center, Miss Whiskers comes in and rubs against my leg, purring loudly. I’m not really a cat guy. I see myself more as the big dog kind of guy. I try to shoo the cat away, but she’s not having it. She jumps up on the couch and makes herself comfy on my lap. Great.
About ten minutes later, Erin comes down, ready to go. Ten minutes. Who knew? “Aww, I see Miss Whiskers has made a new friend,” Erin says with a smile as she enters the living room.
“Your cat is bothersome,” I tell her, fretting annoyance as I give her a gentle shove off of my lap.
“She is not! Miss Whiskers is a sweetheart,” she says, picking the cat up off the couch and placing a kiss on the top of her head before setting her down on the floor. “Besides, she’s usually a better judge of character,” she smarts off, fighting to keep her smile at bay.
“I guess I’ll just have to prove, again, how good of company I can be,” I reply before taking her lips with my own. I pull back after only a few seconds, not wanting to get too wrapped up in the kiss - even though there is nothing I’d rather be doing right now. But I know that we need to eat before I head to work so I grab both of our coats as we head out towards my truck.
On the drive to my place, Erin is telling me about the upcoming City Council meeting that she has to attend to give her first month’s City Library Report.
“I’m a little nervous. I’m not a fan of getting up in front of people and talking. Plus, these people ultimately write my paycheck, set my budget for each year, and make decisions on how I spend certain chunks of money and apply for grants.”
“You’ll be just fine, darlin’. I’ve been to a few council meetings and they’re no big deal. Most of the people there are the council members themselves. Those meetings don’t exactly draw a crowd.”
“I know, but I’m still nervous.”
“Well, don’t be,” I say as I pull into my driveway. “Wanna come in while I change?”