It was a stifling summer day that tested the will power of air conditioners across the city. As Belle walked to the station she was sure she could hear the faint buzz of the straining machines. Pushing the whirring sound from her mind, she made her way up the ramp to the platform. The hot wind whipped her black silk skirt around her stocking covered legs as she stood alone waiting for her train.
Squinting as the bright sun almost blinded her bright green eyes, she looked down the tracks, watching the outdated train speed towards her. The closer it got, a little faster her heart beat, the nearer the time got that she would be home and in his arms once more. Teetering on her stiletto heels the heat from the paved surface travelled up her flesh as the vibrations of the train shook the ground beneath her.
Suddenly the red rattler stopped, perfectly positioned, a door directly across from where she stood. Once it automatically opened she confidently stepped upon the old train. Scanning the interior, seeing the graffiti stained and torn seats she decided to walk over to one of the open windows, to watch the weather, to feel the air against her face.
Looking out the train window, gazing upon the sky she saw nature begin to work its magic, a sudden feeling of peace flowed through her being. The vivid blue hue that was the sky was now darkening to a heavy black. Swift winds pulled the clouds over like a blanket, taking the sky as theirs.
The movement of the train against the tracks jerked her body against the wall of the rattler as she continued her stare into the brewing storm clouds. Placing a hand against window edge she balanced herself, her thoughts barely shifting from him, while she repositioned her body.
Station after station the rattler passed, her mind flashed another image, another memory. She was growing impatient waiting for the train to finally stop. Her eyes averted now to the cars on the road, seeing the familiar signs telling her she was close.
Seeing her station up ahead she picked up her bag that was wedged between her feet, and placed it over her shoulder. When it made its stop, she crossed the threshold of the automatic doors once more.
The air had changed from when Belle first stepped onto the train that short time ago. Taking a deep breath she took the cool air into her lungs. Lifting her arms to the sky, letting the now cool wind whip around her body she felt the first drops of rain hit her upturned palms.
Taking her first steps along the path to home she continued taking deep breaths, feeling the drops of water fall onto her face and shoulders. The smell of the cold rain hitting the hot pavement filled the air. Looking across at the tarred road you could see the light breath of steam rising from the black. What a magically eerie sight in this overpopulated, car ridden city, the vision erasing all the city noises and aromas from her mind.
The clicking of her stilettos as she avoided the small puddles now forming on the path, her now wet skirt and cami top was clinging to her small, muscular frame. She turned on her heels facing the white painted wooden gate, hearing it creak as she opened it, taking her to her house.
The bright red door of her small brick house welcomed her every day. Placing the brass key into a black antique lock that she'd happened upon one winter's day at the local trash and treasure, she let herself in to her inviting home. Walking down the long hall and making her way toward the bathroom, removing her shoes and wet clothes with every step. Not caring where they landed, just flinging them off haphazardly.
Picking up her favourite vanilla candle, she lights the wick, placing it back on the side of the basin, the scent immediately filling the bathroom. With the shower already running she stands under the steaming water, closing her eyes as the pressure of thousands of beads hits her skin washing away the heat and stress of her day.
Taking the violet soap in her hand she runs it over her body, leaving a glistening trail of suds on her flesh in its wake. Over her chest, grazing her nipples as she moves down to her stomach. Small sighs escape from between her lips as her hand travels lower making her way to the centre of her pleasure.
Dropping the soap from her hand she leans back on the shower wall. Her body jumping as the coolness of the tiles runs through her flesh, causing a thousand goose bumps. Closing her eyes she slides her body down till she is sitting with legs outstretched, the water pounding on her tired limbs. Spreading her legs apart, bending her knees, she lightly traces her fingers over the silken lips of her pussy. Moaning lightly she delves deeper, pushing two fingers into her heat, her muscles clenching as her body quickly responds to her own touch.
