Breanna bit her lip and absently stared at her reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at here was far from what she was used to seeing. Normally she would laze around the house comfortably in sweat pants and tank tops, hair thrown back carelessly from her face, and fuzzy slippers. Tonight, however was a different story completely. She'd managed to put some effort into it.
Her nails were home manicured and painted a deep red to match her lipstick applied to full luscious lips. Eye brows were recently plucked, shaped into perfect thin arcs, highlighting the soft pink hues applied to her eyelids, framed by dark eyelashes. Her hair fell part way down her back in a cascade of ringlets that curled naturally when not forced into its usually straightened state by a painful tug of a brush. Her legs were soft and silky haven been shaved only hours earlier. Her skin smelled of various bath salts and aromatherapy soaks. To top it off, she was wearing the cutest little skimpy piece of red silk, matching undies covered in red hearts.
Everything together had quite the effect. She looked like something off of the cover of a Penthouse magazine...all primped and relaxed, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her passionate lover on Valentines Day. It didn't matter that she was destined to spend the night alone. Not one bit. Tonight was special, even if it was going to be just her. She had decided long before tonight that Valentines Day was a day to feel sexy and loved, no matter who was there to share it with you. Even if there was a lonely night ahead of her she definitely planned to take advantage of the night for what it was, and what it was meant to be.
Taking one last look she wretched her self away from the mirror and set herself to rifling through the movies she'd rented trying to decide what would best suit her mood. Chick flick? No....watching other happy couples tonight would only depress her, and that was the last thing she wanted to be. She considered the drama only momentarily before adding that to the tossed aside pile. It wasn't going to be action either. Trying to stick with Sexy, right? Her hands found the movie at the bottom of the pile and she immediately threw the movie into the VCR. Who said you couldn't watch adult movies alone?
She placed the remote on the coffee table so it would stay within easy reach and headed to the kitchen to pour her first drink of the night. Using the expensive wine glasses she generously filled it with raspberry Smirnoff. By the end of the movie, she planned on being quite relaxed, and....well...Happy. This was the millennium. Girls can be single and still enjoy a quite night by themselves. With that last thought she tipped her head back drained the glass.
Licking her lips appreciatively she refilled her glass and headed back towards the living room with a warm fuzzy feeling starting in the pit of her stomach. Before the movie, she was going to dance. That called for music. Soft seductive music with somewhat of a beat. Hmmmmmm. She knew just the thing.... Her fingers fed the cd into the player delicately and turned up the volume as the familiar sounds of When a man loves a women filled the room. Perfect.
Closing her eye's, her voice blended with the music as she gently began to sway. As she began to get caught up in the music her moves became more sexier and voice more stronger, and she shimmied and shook for all her worth at the imaginary audience sitting on her couch. Dancing was her passion...almost as much fun as having sex. She spun one last time as the music ended and collapsed on the couch in complete bliss. Tonight, was absolutely going to be one of the best nights.
Reaching for the remote she hit play on the VCR and reached above her head for the switch to dim the lights. As the movie began, she shifted and raised one leg to rest along the back of the sofa and her fingers crept between her legs and began to absently stroke herself through her silk panties. She worked her fingers in slow clockwise motions while absently watching the scenes play out before her and with a sigh, slipped her hands underneath the soft silk. After only a few minutes, her breathing was becoming shorter and she was moving her hips in unison with the heat her hand was slowly bringing to life. She was alternating her motions now from clockwise to a soft up and down. Creeping lower, her breath caught in her chest as her index finger pushed its way inside of her and thrust in and out in sharp motions as though it had a mind of its own.
She closed her eyes only listening to the sounds of the movie now, lost in her own world, of her own fantasy and pleasure. The pressure was slowly building inside of her and urgency overtook her and as she continued thrusting, she let her thumb play absently with her clitoris. A small breath of air pushed through her lips and a breathy moan escaped. She bit her lip and her hand began rubbing and thrusting more vigorously. As the pressure began to build, a sense of urgency overtook her and her body tensed in anticipation. Her hand moved more vigorously and squeezed her eyes shut, focussing only on the feelings being unleashed within. This was her night...and her night alone. Tears squeezed through her closed eyelashes and she cried out softly as the climax swept through her body starting at her tummy, and flowing right down to her toes.
She sunk into the couch and relaxed her hand still lying between her legs, enjoying the after throb of her orgasm. She absently focussed her eyes on the movie that was only a part of the way through, and tried to take deep breaths to rid her of that temporary feeling of exhaustion.
*Fucking Sexy,*
The voice jumped into the air and she turned so fast she nearly fell off the couch. *James!* She went to stand and then curled back into a ball last minute. *I'm not dressed!*
*I see that.* He drawled sexily as his gaze travelled the length of her. She blushed profusely and stared at the carpet. He knelt down and settled himself down at eye length with her. *C'mon. Its not as though I havent seen you in a lot less.* His hand travelled down the length of her pale soft thigh.
Her eyes met his for an eight of a second and she realized he was right. Hed seen her in a great deal less. She launched herself into his arms with a screech and he fell backwards with the impact. They both crashed to the floor in a tangled heap.
*When did you get back into town?* She demanded as her eyes took in the length of him. His hair was longer, definitely in need of a trim, his body was bronzed from the sun, and the flat ripples abdomen of his stomach.........well, that was exactly how it used to be, and exactly the way she liked it. *You should have knocked.* She said when he didnt answer her question right away.
*I did knock.* He told her, flashing that sexy grin she'd come to know and love. *You were...occupied.*
Blush stained her cheeks. Oh god, how long had he been standing behind her? How could she not have heard him? The bulge in his jeans told her all she needed to know and she hid her face in his chest with a groan.
James hands travelled down the length of her back and he inhaled the scent of her. Damn she smelled good. Even though after the cute little show shed put on for him, she could have smelled like a racehorse and he wouldn't have cared. She felt him staring at her and she lifted herself up, giving him ample time to look down the skimpy lingerie she was wearing. *I missed you.* She breathed with new found confidence as she saw the appreciation in his eyes.
He scooped her into his arms and swept her backwards on to the couch and settled beside her. He missed her too. He wouldn't say it, but she knew it was true. Instead he brushed his lips lightly across hers. Butterflies started to flutter around in her stomach. Again she felt the brush of his lips and she was suddenly lying beneath him as his lips travelled down the length of her neck, her chest.... gliding over the skimpy material covering her breasts and across her bare tummy sending shivers through her body. His mouth moved lower yet and just skimmed over her clit through her panties. He paused and looked up at her. She met his gaze. He nipped her gently through the silk with his teeth and she almost arched off the couch and heat swept through her. *So sensitive,* he whispered huskily, more to himself than her and breathed hot hair back up across her stomach and his gaze settled on her breasts. Suddenly, her left breast was set free and she wove her fingers through his hair as the warmth of his tongue flicked her hardened nipple then enclosed it and sucked hard. This time it was HIS hand that crept between her legs. She fidgeted and squirmed beneath him as his fingers and his mouth worked his magic on her that no one shed met had been able to top. Within seconds he had her writhing beneath him like a hot wanton, whore.
