It had been a long, hard day at work and I was ready to just relax. I left this morning particularly frustrated because you had left me in the horniest state possible, and by the time the day was done, I was willing to do just about anything. Much to my disappointment, however, your car wasn't in the driveway when I arrived home. I had gone way above the speed limit to reach you quicker, but to no avail. Slumping, I grabbed my bags, keeping my keys in hand, and hurried to the door, making sure to take in my surroundings as best I could. Ever since I was about thirteen, I was terribly paranoid, and it had saved me numerous times. Rushing inside, I quickly locked the door and closed the curtains to the windows beside it.
Your scent reached my nostrils, the familiarity of home filled me with a sense of security. I felt free and safe when I was here, and even more so when you were beside me. Before trotting into the kitchen for a quick bite, I slipped off my work shoes and put my coat on the hooks beside the door. Nothing appealed to me in the fridge, so I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl we always kept on the table. It reminded me of dirty things, causing me to grin and let out a little giggle. My heart pitter-pattered as I noticed a note on the counter. It read, "Hello love, sorry I won't be home when you get back; there was an emergency that I had to take care of at the office. Wait for me to have dinner, please? I love you." I smiled at the familiarity of your script, the way you even pleaded for things in writing.
Giggling, and still holding the banana in my hand, I skipped upstairs to get out of my work clothes. My attention was drawn to my small collection of bubble bath scents and beads, and I thought about how lovely a shower or a bath would feel, and began to strip. My short black skirt fell to the floor with one swift movement, revealing robin's-egg blue panties underneath; the blue fabric damp from the torture I had undergone during the day from being horny. Next, I unbuttoned the sweater I wore over a blue short-sleeved silk shirt. I unpeeled the banana and took a small bite. The exotic flavor burst onto my tongue and my stomach churned at the knowledge that it was finally being fed today.
Skipping into the bathroom connected to the bedroom to turn on the water, I took one more bite, and stopped chewing -- I thought I heard a noise outside, but decided that it was nothing and went about my business. Living in practically the country, it was not uncommon for animals to wander up to a house. The water gushed out as soon as I pushed the lever up. I shivered at the cold and quickly turned it to practically boiling. After I plugged the drain, I wandered back into the bedroom to choose my flavor bath oil. Gazing over my collection, I finished the banana and placed the peel on the dresser-top. Jasmine seemed nice tonight, since it was such a relaxing scent to me.
I sniffed the bottle, closing my eyes as the freshness reached my nasal cavities. I let out a little moan and imagined you there with me; my fingers dived to touch the swollen, wet flesh between my legs and an electric wave was sent through my body. Coming to my senses, I thought to myself, "That can wait..." and finished removing my clothing; the shirt first, and then my panties. Bras were not something I enjoyed, so I tended to not wear them often. Sitting on the lip of the bathtub, I slowly poured a little bit of the oil into the running water. Again, I heard a noise, but decided to ignore it. Reaching out to turn the water temperature down, I heard a rustle of keys outside. My heart caught in my throat -- I wasn't prepared for you to be home yet. Sighing, I quietly ran into the bedroom and opened the door so that you could easily hear me...
