A Quickie

There had been this tingling in Jenna's lower belly all night.

She started feeling it as Chris was leaving to the gym. She watched him haul his gym bag out the glass front door and studied the tension in his arms. She suddenly wanted those arms around her but she couldn't stop him from leaving. He was a busy man and lived on such a strictly timed schedule. But everything about him seemed so much more enticing as he walked down the walkway towards the little silver Porsche parked in front of their hibiscus patch.

She sat quietly in the living room, a glass of cheap red wine on the coffee table by her leg. The television was off and she sulked in the dull yellow light emanating from the artificial torches on the walls round the room. The tightening in her abdomen grew tighter as she waited, silently. A quick glance at the grandfather clock reminded her that there were still eight minutes separating her and Chris's return. Even then, it took him roughly 30 minutes to freshen up and head to the bowling alley for his weekly practice. When he came back, he would return to his paperwork until bedtime. Jenna hated how precise he was.

At 8:03 pm, right on cue, the violet fog-lights of his roadster turned into the driveway. The engine died and she heard the door slam. She closed her eyes and let her ears pick up every vibration. The jangling of keys as he fumbled with the lock. A quick wipe of his running shoes on the welcome mat. The squeak of the soles against the polished hardwood flooring in the hallway. She lifted herself out of the chair and glided over the carpet noiselessly.

"Feel good?", she asked, just as she did every time he came home from the gym. She poised herself against the edge of the arc dividing the living room from the hallway.

He swept a gaze over her, visibly  surprised that she was in a bathrobe.

"As good as possible", he replied the exact way he did every day.

He flashed her an innocent smile, oblivious to what he was secretly doing to her. His skin shone a heavenly bronze in the ember lighting, the sweat giving him a polished look. She swallowed hard as she drank in his appearance. The wife-beater he sported displayed his flawless arms in expert fashion. His thick pectorals and abs shadowing through the material. Her gaze followed the contour of his slimming waist upwards towards his chest and up to his chiseled jawline. A light shadowy beard lingered; the result of his recent abstaining from daily shaving. He ran his shocking pink tongue slowly over his tight dry lips. The motion chipped away significantly at her stability.

"I'll be in the shower" he said, drawing her back to Earth.

"Okay", she smiled. "I'll be there with the wine"

"Wine?", he giggled coyly. "Guess I might be stopping at your glass before I leave then".

"You're invited", she smiled and retreated to the couch slowly.

She sank into the plush leather couch and let out a heavy sigh, her breaths slightly short and raspy. What was this feeling eating her insides up? Heavy footsteps bound up the stairs two at a time. The bedroom door slammed shut and images of him undressing invaded her mind. Her lips tightened as the vivid imaginations played across her thoughts. The leather squeaked as she squirmed in her seat. After a few moments, she found herself venturing up the stairs, following the sounds from the bathroom. Slowly, she cracked the door open wide enough to peep in. The thick glass of the cylindrical Delta shower was frosted over but left just enough of Chris visible to help her affirm her decision. The knot around her waist came loose in her fingers as she undraped the bathrobe from her shoulders. She strode in confidently as the cotton fell away from her frame. A cold draught ran across her, alerting her nipples to the situation. They, in turn, stood at attention in apprehension. Chris spun around in shock as she opened the door and stepped in.

"JENNA! What the hell are you doing?"

That couldn't be anger in his voice, could it? She was honestly too horny to care.

Being this close to his nakedness created this electric sensation in her. The hot water flowing over her skin heightened the sensuality of the situation. The wine had gotten to her and she was a bit light-headed but she knew exactly what she wanted. She ran her palm down the flatness of his belly.

"I really don't have time for this, you know?"

His body was telling a different story however. He seemed to want this more than he knew, as his organ was responding to her touch. She wrapped her hand delicately around his hardness. He opened his mouth to protest but he was cut short by her index finger.

"Shhhh...", she whispered almost inaudibly, already stroking his shaft slowly.

"It'll just be a quickie"

* ... to be continued ... *