Miss You

mf

She hated being alone, hated the trips he had to take for his job. Any
separation was bothersome, but this one had been especially long, and she
missed him. The scent of him, the sound of his voice in her ear, the magic
of his touch. But he would return tomorrow evening, he had promised. This
time, there would be no delays.

She had tomorrow evening planned. A quiet dinner at home, and then a long
back massage to ease his tired muscles, followed by some serious lovemaking,
and then sleep in his arms. She was smiling at the thought as she stepped
into the hot shower, the water cascading down her tired body.

Tomorrow. 24 hours. Less, really, she thought, since she would pick him up
at the airport and bring him home. She picked up the bar of soap, worked it
into a good lather, and began rubbing it onto her skin.

Across her neck and shoulders, down her arms. The soap made her skin
slippery, her hands rubbing down across her breasts, her nipples leaping up
at the attention. If only it were his hands touching her, she thought, her
slick fingers massaging the tender nipples into little peaks. His finger,
yes, tweaking and pinching her nipples like this, or his warm tongue sliding
around them, his lips closing around them, sucking them to his heart's
delight.

Shuddering, she stopped her massage, taking the loofa sponge and scrubbing
at the soap on her arms and shoulders. Down along her sides and across her
stomach, finally across her chest, the scratchy sponge feeling so good
against her aroused and sensitive breasts. Almost like the rough
scratchiness of his chin when he hadn't shaved for a few days. She loved it
when he ran his whiskers across her body, along the ticklish undersides of
her breasts, or even the inside of her pussy lips. She shuddered again,
rubbing the sponge in circles on her nipples. Oh, how she missed him.

Dropping the sponge, she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes,
letting the warm water pour across her body, rinsing the soap away. Cupping
her breasts, she squeezed them together, then ran her hands down her sides,
over her hips and around her ass. Taking the bar of soap in one hand, and a
razor in the other, she carefully soaped the outside of her pussy, shaving
off all but the one small patch of dark hair, the way he liked it.

Dropping the razor, she rinsed the soap away, her finger slipping inside the
bare lips to touch the warm wetness inside. She craved his touch, and she
admitted it freely, her body quivering as she thought about him touching
her, about him stroking her clit, thinking that it was fingers that slid up
inside her, or better yet, his hard cock sliding in and out of her.

She moaned, her fingers working faster, sliding on something other than
soap. With her free hand, she played with her nipples, letting the warm
water run across her, down the slopes of her breasts, past the fingers
plunging in and out of her pussy. "Oh, honey," she cried out loud, wishing
more than ever that he were here.

"You should let me do that," he said, stepping into the shower with her, his
hand covering hers, his fingers reaching to massage her. Her eyes flew open
in surprise, her mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out.
"You looked like you were having so much fun, I wanted to join in," he
whispered.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, then cried out as her orgasm ripped
through her, his fingers buried deep inside of her. "I came home early," he
said, then he kissed her. "I needed to feel you, and smell you, and," he
raised his fingers to his lips, licking her juices from them, "I needed to
taste you. I missed you."

She pressed up against him, warm and wet, her head resting in the hollow of
his shoulder. "Oh, honey," she purred, feeling his arms go around her, "I've
missed you too!"