Desires (8 page)

Her day was, get up, quick shower, coffee, breakfast,
work till it got dark, home, maybe an hour of television, then bed. She
couldn’t even remember the last time she’d even had a long soak in the…

“Dan, is it okay if I have a bath?” The big Jacuzzi had
suddenly flashed into her mind’s eye and the thought of a nice long soak in hot
bubbly water was very appealing.

“Of course, I’ll run it for you.”

She watched Dan stand up and walk toward the bathroom.
Stacie had serious doubts about Desires. The only thing keeping her there was
Dan. It was time she admitted it to herself, she had the makings of a serious
crush. He was adorable. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone for years. If
anything she feared him, scared of what his thoughts about her were. Did he
think she was pathetic and naïve?

“Your bath is ready,” he told her, popping his head
around the door.

Stacie entered the bathroom. Dan was standing proudly
beside the steaming Jacuzzi. He had lit the candles she’d noticed before and
the fragrance of vanilla filled the air.

“This is lovely.”

“Good,” he told her, checking the water temperature.

“Oh,” she said, turning and heading back to the bedroom,
rummaging in her bag for her car keys.

“What’s the matter?”

“I left my overnight bag in the car.”

“I’ll get it,” he said, snagging the keys from her hand
and heading to the door.

“You don’t have to,” she said but he was already off,
coming back quickly with the bag. Stacie pulled her clothes out of the bag, and
laid them out on the bed. She set her makeup on the dresser, and then took her
beauty products into the bathroom, arranging them on the side of the Jacuzzi.

The steamy room smelled of a mixture of vanilla and
orange blossom, which emanated from the bubbles piling up in the Jacuzzi. She
placed her hands on the sash of her robe, then hesitated, looking at Dan.

“Is everything all right?” he asked.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” she replied. In a rush, she
slipped the robe off and let it drop to the floor, turning her back to Dan as
she climbed into the bath. The temperature was perfect and she couldn’t help
letting out an, “Mmm,” of pleasure as she slid down into the enfolding warmth. She
gathered the bubbles together to hide her breasts, before daring to meet Dan’s
eyes. He raised his eyebrows and she felt silly for feeling embarrassed.

Dan moved closer to her and knelt at the side of the bath.
He gazed deep into her eyes and then deliberately looked down at where her
breasts were hidden under the cover of bubbles. His mouth was inches from hers.
She could just lean forward and kiss him.

“How would you feel about playing with yourself in the bath?
You could use your shower gel to soap up your breasts to start.”

Stacie looked at him, stunned, and glanced at the bottle
of shower gel.

Well that wasn't
quite what I had in mind
.

Stacie looked back at him. Was he waiting for her to
begin? “With you watching?” she said, just to clarify.

“Yes, of course. I need to keep an eye on you. I have a
feeling if I don’t keep watching, as soon as my back’s turned you’ll forget why
you’re here.” His tone was teasing.

The idea was intriguing.
What the heck? Why not?
She raised her upper body up and slowly
brushed off the bubbles so her breasts were on show to him. They gleamed from the
water, and steamed slightly as they came out into the open air. Her smooth pink
nipples crinkled and shrank in protest.

She watched Dan watching her breasts. His eyes flicked
up and he gave her a smile, not abashed in the slightest. This close up, she
could see details in his face she hadn’t noticed before. His lips were perfect
and kissable, his cheekbones high and well-shaped. There was a slight scar,
thin and about an inch long, on his right cheek. Stacie wondered how he had got
it. His nose was elegant and his eyes looked like pools of chocolate framed by the
kind of thick, dark eyelashes girls paid far too much money for. His gelled
hair was styled in rough spikes and his stubble just cried out to have fingers
rubbed over it. He was delicious.

She closed her eyes and dunked her head under the water,
coming back up with her hair shiny and slick, plastered to her head. She felt
like a mermaid. She ran her hands over her head and gazed at Dan, deliberately
catching her lower lip between her teeth as she’d seen other women do. She
didn’t want him to just be doing his job. She wanted him to
want
her.

Dan’s eyes were fixed on her. The candles in the room
flickered in the damp atmosphere. Stacie took a bath puff from the side and
squeezed a generous amount of shower gel onto it.

She lay back in the bath, bringing out her left leg from
the water. Steam evaporated from her leg and she let Dan gaze at it for a
second before leisurely applying the bath puff to her gleaming skin. She ran it
down her thigh, then bent her knee, bringing her knee up to her chest and
smoothing the bath puff down her calf, pointing her toe the whole time.

In her peripheral vision she could see Dan watching her keenly.

She repeated the process with her right leg, enjoying
the golden glimmer the candles and water created on her limbs. The flickering
light reflected tiny rainbows off the tiny bubbles sliding over her skin.

Stacie lowered her legs back into the water to rinse the
soap off. Her breasts rose out of the water like iridescent islands. Her
nipples were quiescent and flat. She ran the fingers of one hand around the
nipple area of one breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple itself. Even though
she hadn’t touched it, her nipple rose and hardened in response. Dan’s eyes
were huge in the candlelight, fixed on her breasts. His breathing was audible
in the silence. She lifted her breasts and pushed them together. Water drained
away in shining rivulets.

She picked up a glass from the side of the bath. She dipped
it into the water and poured it slowly over her boobs, jutting her chest out as
much as possible, so the water ran over her breasts like a waterfall.

She placed the glass back and cupped her boobs in both
hands, pushing them together and kneading them until her slick flesh squeezed
out of the gaps between her fingers. A gasp escaped and she threw her head
back. Not taking his eyes from her breasts, Dan reached for the shower gel and
passed it to her. He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted.

Stacie reached out to take the shower gel. Dan didn’t
let go, caressing her wet fingers with his before releasing the bottle. She shivered
in delight at his touch then, flipping the lid open, she lay back in the bath. She
held the bottle high above her chest and squeezed, watching the liquid pour
out. The gel was cool as it hit her skin.

Stacie put the bottle back on the side and placed her
hands where the gel had fallen at the top of her boobs. She began to spread it
around, inscribing deep circles around her entire breast area, her fingers
sliding on her glistening soapy flesh. She still didn’t touch her nipples, eager
to stretch out the anticipation. She lifted her breasts to bounce them in the
water, feeling an answering thrill in her pussy. She looked at Dan, unable to
read his expression. He was watching her avidly. Was his cock thick and hard
within those blue jeans? She couldn’t see. The panel of the bath was between
them. Would this be the time he couldn’t resist?

She tipped a small amount of gel into the palm of one
hand, then rubbed it against the other so both palms were coated. She placed
her hands directly onto her nipples, massaging in circles, feeling the buds
tighten under the skin of her palms. She began to pinch and tease her nipples,
letting out a little moan, looking at Dan to test his reaction.

She pushed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage,
flicking her fingers over the ultra-sensitive buds. Graham would have loved
this. When it was her time of the month and he couldn’t have sex with her, he
would slather lube all over her boobs and give her a titty-fuck, always aiming
his cum at her face to finish. It had never done anything for her, but if Dan
had suggested it right now, she’d be up for it in a second. She imagined him
sliding his thick cock between her breasts, her licking the salty tip on every
thrust.

Why won’t he touch
me?
Stacie’s pussy throbbed with need.

She turned her head to her left, staring at Dan. His
eyes were firmly fixed on the entertainment. Stacie smiled, seductively she
hoped.

She sat up, reaching for the glass, and rinsed the
shower gel off her breasts. Her nipples were erect and achingly tender. Just
the feel of the water on them made her inner muscles squeeze involuntarily.

“Squeeze and twist your nipples,” Dan said, his voice
husky.

Desperate to obey his order, Stacie pulled hard on her nipples,
clasping and twisting. The sensation sent shockwaves down to her pussy. She tugged
her nipples again, making her body jerk, and cried out with pleasure. She knew
without touching that her pussy would be moist and ready, begging to be filled.

She stood up in the bath, standing before him nude,
water streaming off her. She imagined herself a modern-day Botticelli Venus,
wishing her hair were long enough to twine round her body. In the mirrors
around the room, she could see her body shining in the candlelight. She ran her
hands up and down her waist then up to her breasts, taking her hands slowly
over her breasts, making her rose-coloured buds send spasms down to her pussy.

Stacie placed her hand down her body, gliding them
across her tummy and down to her neatly-trimmed pubic mound. The idea of having
a Brazilian flitted across her mind. Graham used to try to persuade her to try
one, but she’d always refused. She’d consider doing it for Dan, though. She
continued, her right hand sliding between her thighs. When she touched her
clitoris, pulsating with desire, Stacie wailed aloud, the delicate mound bursting
with sensitivity.

She sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi facing Dan, her
feet still in the water. Dan’s face was expressionless, his eyes almost black
in the dim light. She knew she had his full attention.

Stacie closed her thighs together, sitting straight up,
keenly aware of the drop behind her. She stared at Dan. His eyes were fixed to
her body. She ran her hands slowly from her knees up to her pelvis, then spread
her legs and rose up onto her toes in the water unashamedly showing him her
pussy. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the rush of desire and excitement robbed
her of breath.

Desperate to touch her pussy, instead, Stacie took hold
of her breasts, squeezing them together. She brought her right nipple up to her
mouth, darting out her tongue to lick it. It tasted wet and clean. She did the
same to the other breast, flicking her tongue from one nipple to the other,
wishing it were Dan.

Only when she could stand it no longer did she drop her
hand to her crotch. She placed her fingers onto her clit, feeling her whole
body erupt. Every nerve ending jerked, sending electrifying pulses around her already
twanging body. Her pussy was awash. Stacie took her two longest fingers and
began circling around her clit, closing her eyes, trying her hardest to
remember what Dan told her earlier.

Stacie began to rub the tiny nodule from side to side,
teasing it, throwing her head back as she lost herself in the wonderful
sensation. Astounding how this tiny protrusion of flesh could produce such
pleasure. She rubbed harder, slitting her eyes so she could watch Dan watching
her.

She dipped her fingers into her eager awaiting hole,
covering her fingers in her juices, and used them to lubricate her clit. She
felt the climb begin, concentrating hard on her pleasure, her free hand
spasmodically grabbing at her breasts as she worked her way to the pinnacle.

Stacie was torn between wanting to hold the feeling as
it built more, and wanting to be there at the top. The build up intensified, her
body jerked. She felt it coming fast and hard. Her nerve endings were throbbing
to the rapture, sending her into eruption. She cried aloud as she felt the
spasm, thrusting her hips forward, and feeling her juices spilling. Her head became
light and her body throbbed and jolted with the aftershocks. Once quiescent, she
slid back into the bath, trying to calm her breathing.

She turned to look at Dan. He raised a smile.

“How did that feel?”

Stacie couldn’t answer at first. How had she missed out
on such an amazing feeling for so long?

“That was mind-blowing,” she said eventually, wrapping
her arms around herself.

He leaned toward her, placing a kiss on her left cheek.
Stacie froze. Her mind was kidnapped.

“You’re improving so quickly, Stacie.”

She responded with a smile, not daring to tell him the
truth that it was his company making her so hot and horny. On impulse, Stacie
moved her head so their lips touched, but Dan pulled away. He stood up, heading
to the door abruptly. Stacie was left baffled and upset, her heart bounding
with disappointment. That bloody no feelings rule. Of course, he wasn't
allowed, but she had expected…what?
What
did you expect, Stacie?
she demanded of herself, angrily.