FIVE DAYS...

He was gone… for the first time since they had been together….. he was gone. Planned ages ago, she had put it out of her mind, trying not to think of the approaching date. They hadn't been apart EVER, since they had found each other. He had left his life behind to start over, come to her… they were inseparable. But his work was now taking him away from her. She had put him on a plane this morning, bravely smiling as she kissed him goodbye and watched him walk down the gangway to the plane. She had dashed off to work, trying not to think of him flying away from her, busied herself all day long until the call came that he had arrived. She had purposely worked late to avoid as long as possible going into an empty house. Five days before he would return… the emptiness was overwhelming.

Walking into the house after work, the silence was deafening. He almost always got home before she did, and he would be waiting with a glass of wine and a smile. He would be in shorts and a T-shirt, and he would follow her into their room and sit by the bed and watch her undress. She would make a game out of it, dancing and undulating as she shed her clothes. He would chuckle and sip his drink, usually becoming aroused because she knew just how to make him respond. Sometimes he would grab her and throw her down on the bed and make love to her…and sometimes she would press him back into the recliner and kneel between his legs, kissing and tasting him until he was ready to feed her. And sometimes she just undressed and they returned to the sunroom and enjoyed their drinks and shared their day with each other.

He preferred that she not wear clothing in the evening or on weekends and while it was so awkward for her early on, she had come to enjoy the feeling of freedom her nakedness brought her. He would sometimes remove his clothes, which helped her feel less self-conscious. She loved that he followed her every move with his eyes and she stayed in a perpetual state of arousal because of it. The only exception to their nudity was during meal prep when both would don an apron for ‘safety’. This always caused them both to giggle. In the colder months, she would wear socks and one of his shirts….. never anything more because he always wanted to be able to touch her bare flesh, slide his hand over the curve of her hips, or slip it between the warmth of her bare thighs.

But tonight…. silence when she opened the door. She dropped her purse and keys on the hall table and leaned back against the door, reaching behind her to fasten the bolt. She stood there a moment, listening to the sounds of the old house, and then headed for the bar to pour a glass of wine. She passed thru and into their bedroom to slip off her skirt and jacket. She hung them up and then unfastened the single button on the back of her silk shell and slipped that over her head, tossing it in the ‘dry cleaners’ bag. Next went the bra (felt sooooo good to have that off!) and finally her thigh high nylons, which she dropped in the bathroom sink to rinse out later. No panties - she never wore them unless she was wearing slacks, which was seldom. She stood there naked, almost at a loss as to what to do next. Well she couldn't’t just stroll around the empty house in the nude …. that was too weird. So she slipped on a little cotton sundress that was soft and billowy and perfect for lounging around. Nothing underneath in an effort to stay cool….. and the dress DID create a little breeze when she walked. She glanced at the clock… 8:00… he was five hours ahead of her so he would be asleep by now, trying to sleep off the jet lag so he could hit the road running in the morning. Well crap….. she said aloud with a little smile. She picked up the wine glass and paddled barefoot back to the bar and filled the glass half full. Then into the kitchen to figure out what to eat, tho she had no appetite at all.

Hell with dinner….. she took a chunk of cheese from the refrigerator and cut off several thin slices and put them on a plate; then she grabbed a few strawberries from a plastic container, washed them and put them on the plate. She twisted a fistful of dry crusty bread left from last night, and finally popped open a can of almonds. She grinned at the plate and thought, hell yeah – I’m gonna have a pity party tonight and she picked up the plate and wine glass and headed for the porch.

She put her plate and glass on a small table and grabbed a cushion from a rocking chair, tossed it in the swing and sat down, her back against the cushioned armrest on one end…. one foot up on the back of the swing, and the other on the armrest at the other end.

Between sips of the cold wine, she pressed the glass against her forehead, her cheeks, her throat… enjoying the coolness on her skin. She flipped her skirt up, exposing herself in the darkness to the night air. The movement fanned her scent towards her face and she smiled at the aroma of her musk…a combination of her signature vanilla soap and the perspiration that trickled down her legs. She was actually damp all over and she smiled at the thought as she again pressed the cold, sweaty glass against her throat.

She dropped her foot to the floor and gave a little push, starting the swing in gentle motion… and she smiled at the ‘breeze’ the movement created. She leaned her head back against the support chains and closed her eyes.

The night was hot, humid……. So like the day but dark…… the air conditioner was whining, running non-stop to try to keep up and losing…ceiling fans turning in every room, keeping the air moving… a little help ……..sultry – the only word for it, and it wasn’t even the dog days of summer…. Summer was only a week old!

She felt for the plate without opening her eyes and her fingers found a cold strawberry… picking it up, she brought it to her lips, inhaling that distinctive scent and smiling… then for some reason, she lowered her hand and pressed the berry against her mound, the coolness sending a shiver thru her. Holding it there for a minute, she smiled again, and pressed it harder, between the soft folds of her labia, until it was touching her clitoris. She fought the soft moan that started in her throat, but pressed harder until she was sliding the fruit inside her damp sex… letting her head fall back against the pillow and gripping the glass tightly for fear of dropping it. The cold rough texture made her shiver and her eyes flew open, as if to look around to see if anyone was watching. But there was no one there to watch……. Only the distant sounds of insects, animals settling in for the night, leaves rustling gently in the trees… and a blackness everywhere. With a grin, she brought the strawberry to her lips and closed them around it, caressing it with her tongue before biting the fruit and sucking the juices into her mouth. The wine was making her a little giddy but what was the harm, she reasoned? A Monday night, home alone, wrapped in the privacy of darkness, aching…. aching for him, for his touch, his scent, his breath on her….. the sound of his laughter, his ‘bloody’ adorable accent. Little push again to get the swing moving as she slid her left hand down to her inner thighs, the glass of wine against her cheek as tears filled her eyes… tracing her fingers across her soft skin, lightly touching her lips with each pass…… involuntarily arching …fingers caressing her hardening, throbbing clitoris… spreading her lips open with two fingers as her middle finger caressed her sex… a soft whine escaping her lips… needing him… wet… moving her hips with the movement of the swing…. Moaning, whispering his name… finger plunging innnnnnnnn……..godyes……. needing him…. curling her finger back… there……….. oh goddddthereeeeeeeeeeeeee ….. the rough little spot…… hips thrusting upppppppp ……. The cool wine spilling over her breasts, nipples throbbing – not caring……. The CRASH as the glass hits the floor and her orgasm begins…… hips up… up…. finger… fingers now deep and caressing….involuntarily clamping as she silently screams his name, her orgasm beginning, washing her fingers, the warm trickle escaping her vagina, seeping slowly between here cheeks and puddling there, on her lil soft sundress…….. ahhhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddd … tummy muscles hard, contracting, clamping her fingers as she releases over and over… sweet cream, sweet… he loves that… loves to lap it with his tongue ………. there, there is it… DO IT! Ahhhhhhhhhhgod …. eyes tightly closed she feels his presence as her body goes limp… breathing slows… smiling…. yes…. there…. taste me… taste what you do to me…she feels him there…… he’s never far away… four and a half days…. counting the minutes…. sighing….. yes…. oh… yes…the swing barely moving in the darkness, one foot on the floor again, toes curled… lil push… swinging… closing her eyes…. four and a half days….