"Hello!" Jason called out as he walked through the door. Not hearing any immediate response, he pulled his keys from the door. Closing the door behind him, he dropped his keys on the coffee table. He picked up the pile of mail sitting on the end of the coffee table and, flipping through it, he walked into the small office just off the living room and dropped his bag on the desk chair.
Back in the living room, he noticed the black heel lying solitarily in the middle of the floor. Jason bent and picked it up on his way to the kitchen. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed the shoe's mate lying in the middle of the floor, which he bent to retrieve as well. Setting them both on the counter, he dug in the fridge for a beer. Taking a long drink from the bottle, Jason turned and headed off to the bedroom. Halfway there, he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. There was something hanging on the doorknob.
A white dress shirt.
Turning the knob, Jason announced his presence by entering the room as noisily as possible. Alex wasn't the biggest fan of surprises. Once Jason had tried the whole Psycho/Janet Lee in the shower thing; for his trouble he walked away with a black eye and two almost nearly but not quite broken ear drums. She definitely had the scream down pat.
This time Jason was assaulted not by flying fists, but by a wall of steam that smelled rather pungently of peaches ... or was it vanilla? Whatever it was, it was one of those intensely girl smells that seemed to have arrived just before Alex's stuff.
"Jason? Is that you?" Alex called out from behind the curtain.
"Nope. Just your friendly neighborhood ax murderer," he deadpanned back.
"Oh, good. Why don't you come on in and join me? You'll have to hurry, though. My boyfriend will be home any minute now." she giggled.
Jason stripped off his clothes and threw them into a pile in the corner. The magic corner. The one that seemed to eat his clothes every night, only to spit them out in his closet, clean and pressed. He loved that little corner of the bathroom. If he and Alex ever moved, he was definitely taking that corner with them.
Pulling back the curtain, Jason stepped into the shower. It was an entirely unremarkable shower in an even more unremarkable bathroom, entirely unremarkable, that is, except for the naked woman standing under the spray. Her back was turned to him as she rinsed the soap from her hair. He moved behind her and pressed his chest against her back. Bending his head, he softly kissed the nape of her neck, right where it met her shoulder. Melting back into him, she arched her back and leaned her head to give him better access to her favorite place to be kissed.
Well, second favorite.
"Hi," Jason whispered into her ear as his arms snaked around her waist.
Spinning around to face him, the water cascading down around them. In Jason's eyes she was a vision. Of course, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that wouldn't call her a vision, all 5'8" of blonde hair and blue eyes of her. Her light brown hair hung to just above her shoulders. The water flowing from the shower head traced the line down her front, past her long, sleek neck to a pair of high-riding firm breasts that were just a little bit bigger than her frame demanded, capped with a pair of half dollar sized pink nipples that appeared to be hard every single day of the year.
As Jason continued his inspection of her neck, Alex stretched her arms behind her and encircled his head. Sighing deeply, she spun in his arms and met his mouth with hers. The kiss quickly turned more passionate, their tongues dueling as if for the freedom of the civilized world. Jason ran his hands softly across her back as Alex's were planted firmly on the back of his head, holding it in place and prolonging the kiss. When they finally broke apart, a smile broke across his face as he saw that her eyes were still closed, savoring the lingering afterthoughts of the kiss. Slowly her eyes opened and connected with his. Jason recognized that naughty little twinkle that a girl reserves for her man.
Jason slid his hands to Alex's waist, resting them on top of her hips. He turned her and pressed her back against the side wall of the shower. Reaching up to adjust the shower head, he directed the spray so that it hit her in the middle of her chest. He then kissed her neck again, starting just below her left ear. Trailing down from her ear, past the top of her shoulder, he finally came to her breasts. Alex loved having her nipples sucked. Really loved it. Jason didn't like to brag, but he did take more than a little pride in the fact that, on a number of occasions, he had brought Alex to orgasm just by sucking on her nipples.
Rather than diving right in, which never seemed to bother Alex all that much, Jason decided to tease her a little. He traced the outside of one breast with his tongue while mirroring the pattern on the other breast with his fingertips. Alex rested her hands on the sides of Jason's neck and arched her back just a little, clearly enjoying the tease. Jason lifted both breasts in his hands, gently feeling their weight. He brought her left nipple almost but not quite to his mouth and lingered over it, letting her feel his breath. After a long moment he sucked it into his mouth as he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and index finger.
