It was March. She was on her drive home. It was raining cold and she was soaked. She had to run to her car from the hospital loading bay. The rain was refreshing on her face after wearing a mask all day, but it had seeped through her sweatshirt, her scrubs, and her sports bra. Kayla had the heat up to keep from catching her death. Her nipples were as stiff as slate.
She looked forward to seeing her husband Samuel. He had weekends off and had most likely cleaned the house shortly after he woke up. It had been about a week since they had done anything in their bedroom you could call sexual. She assumed tonight would be it. Sometimes sex felt clinical or as if she had forced herself to commit to it.
Prozac had fucked her up pretty good. So had life. But hey? Anything was better than feeling buried.
She got to the apartment door and fumbled for her keys, it was still raining, there was no awning over their unit. She was completely soaked. She stepped inside and took her work sneakers off at the door. It was a long day and she hated being essential.
Her grey cat milo greeted her at the door with his signature "brrrrrp."
Samuel was in the kitchen tidying up from making coffee and toast. He always slept late.
He looked up to meet her gaze. His smile was pure oxytocin, after the day she'd had.
"Hey sweets, you want me to put the kettle on?" He asked, seeing her damp hair and clothes.
"No, I'll just get a shower. I wanna wash this day off."
She couldn't even hug him after the day she'd had. The things she'd seen.
She stood in the hallway and peeled of her sopping periwinkle scrubs, her hoodie, her socks, and last her wet bra and panties. She stared at her curves in the hallway mirror. She was 28 but was already noticing her body somewhat aging. It was still beautiful in the sense she felt all bodies were beautiful. She turned the faucet knob in the bathroom. She always kept the door open for some reason.
Kayla turned back to the mirror. She ran her hands over her thick thighs and breasts. She admired her hands, even some of the cellulite on her ass. "Everyone has it." She said in her head. "Time takes everything." She thought to herself. She learned that lesson anew every day. It was killing her. She needed release.
Kayla startled as Sam popped his head in and furrowed his brows and jesting, said "you gonna shower, or not?"
He smiled. His smile was so fucking contagious. She wanted to cry.
"You wanna join me?" She asked. She knew he would say no.
"No I want to get dinner ready."
Kayla nodded, got in and closed the curtain. The two of them had been very affectionate everyday, but a part of her felt like they should fuck a little more often.
She washed quickly and throughly. She washed her pussy and ass first. She washed her hair. She ran the bath pouf over her breasts and stomach, and thick thighs covering them in thick lather and scrubbing as she did so.
After her shower she put on a pair of small fit cotton underwear. She never shaved her armpits or pussy. She liked the natural look of her body and didn't really have much arm or leg hair to speak of. She toweled off, and put on button up pajamas.
The dinner Sam had made was ultimately just for Kayla as he had eaten an hour before her return. Eggs and broccoli. A common easy meal in their home. Sam was basic with cooking skills but anything was appreciated. That was his love language. He liked doing things for her. He made her life easier and that was his testament of passion and commitment. He was a quiet man.
She finished eating and sat with Sam on the couch. He was laying down watching one of their shows. She put his long legs over her lap. Sam smiles his toothy smile, excited to see her after a long day.
Kayla wanted more than cuddling, or a quiet night watching tv. She looked to Sam her grey thick lidded eyes boring into his. She placed her hand on his lap over the grey sweatpants she had bought him, so she could admire him walking around the house. Her had moved softly over his pelvis.
"Oh?" He said. His smile quickly faded into small grin, his eyes welled with anticipation.
Kayla grinned and stretched her shoulders, half shrugging, half seeking better vantage to touch his growing bulge. He was firm, but not completely hard. Kayla pulled at his waistband gesturing for him to give her more access to him. Fuck he was cute. Sam gently slid his sweatpants and underwear down just past his balls. His dick sprung from the fabric, and Kayla's eyes moved to it. She spit on her right hand and ran it along the length of Sam's pink shaft. His breath hitched as her hand went over the head of his cock. Kayla looked pleased. She massaged his right leg across her lap through his sweatpants while she worked his cock with her right hand. Sam started to stretch and moan.
