It was hot. She’d been gardening most of the afternoon. Sweat ran down between her breasts and down her spine. Everything stuck. As she stood up from the last herb bed, she thought she heard a sound. Looking around, she saw nothing. She picked up the bucket of weeds and headed for the compost pile.
As she dumped the bucket, there was a sound again. Like someone walking on the garden path. The crunch of gravel. She turned, but there was no one there. She sighed and headed off to put the garden tools away.
Kicking off her shoes, she walked to the bathroom. Her hair was plastered to her head. Her shirt and jeans peeled off, the sweat having left huge damp spots. Her bra and panties were more problematic. They reminded her of taking off a wet swim suite. They ‘splocked’ as they hit the floor. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she cooled off waiting for the shower to reach the right temperature.
She stepped into the shower and sighed as the water cascaded over her skin. It tingled as the salt and dirt washed off of her body. She ran her fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. She glopped shampoo in her hand and began to wash her hair. The scent of mango filled the shower. Soap slid down her body. She cupped the bubbles and massaged them into her skin. Adding a bit more, she washed her body as well and then rinsed off.
Her nipples tightened as she rinsed. Running her hands over her breasts and down between her legs elicited a moan. Leaning back against the shower wall, she indulged in a sweet, short orgasm. Her body shook with pleasure and then she knew she had to get out of the shower before she just melted to the bottom of the tub.
She opened the shower curtain and went to grab her towel. It wasn’t on the edge of the sink. She looked at the floor. It wasn’t there. She stepped out, wondering if she’d only thought she’d grabbed a towel. Opening the cupboard to get another towel, she realized that there was only one towel left. Puzzled, she began to dry off. Wrapping it around her, she headed for the bedroom.
He stood watching her reflection in the mirror. He’d smiled when she’d been confused about the loss of her towel. He’d watched her in the garden too, and almost lost the element of surprise. He didn’t know she’d put down gravel. Now he waited for her to come all the way into her room.
She thought she smelled aftershave. She looked around, but saw nothing. As she passed the bed, he stepped out of the corner and wrapped his arms around her. She screamed.
“Shush. It’s me, Luv.” He let go of her and spun her around so that she could see how it was.
“You bastard! You scared the hell out of me! Was that you in the garden?”
“Why didn’t you say something?” She didn’t know whether to be happy or furious with him. It had been weeks since he’d been home.
“I just wanted to watch you for a bit. I’ve missed you.” He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.
They fell to the bed, and his clothes followed her towel. Hands traced skin. Lips kissed and tasted. His fingers slid between her damp thighs, and nestled between her lips. She moaned and arched upwards as he swiftly stroked her to orgasm. As she peaked, he moved and slid between her thighs. His cock thrust forward without hesitation until he was firmly in place.
“So. Not. Fair. I didn’t even get to taste you,” she gasped.
“Couldn’t wait. I want to be inside you. All the way.” He slowly began to thrust in and out. His own moans melded with hers as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He increased his tempo until his balls slapped against her mound.
“Oh! Ohhhh!” Her body tightened as her orgasm built. She grabbed his arms and arched towards him. He thrust a few more times and then his orgasm boiled up his spine and seemed to explode. He gasped as he just kept coming. Underneath him, she shuddered with her own orgasm that clasped his cock deep inside, rolling him again and again. Finally after what seemed like eternity, they melted to the bed.
She looked at him as he rolled off of her. “Welcome home.”
He smiled, pulling her close as they drifted off to sleep.