She jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He slowly stood and began putting his clothes on. She poked her head out of the bathroom door with a puzzled look on her face. "And just where do you think you are going?" She asked.
"Let me run out to my truck, I've got something special in there." He said with a grin, grabbing his keys and walking out the door only half dressed. He was not gone long; long enough to run down the stairs outside the room (two at a time), open his truck to retrieve a shopping bag, and then run back up the stairs into the room. He shed his clothing again and walked to the bathroom where she sat on the edge of the tub.
She had one hand stroking herself between her legs gently and her eyes were closed. As he stepped into the room she acted startled and tried to play innocent as if she were doing nothing. "I got lonely," she smirked. He took a moment to admire her naked body. Long tan legs accentuated a firm torso, wonderfully round C-cup breasts, and a face that a model would kill for. Her brown eyes were lusty and her brown hair framed her face in such a way that practically screamed sensuality. She was in her early 20's and had never been married.
She took a moment to think back to the time when they had first met. It was in an elevator where she worked. He had come in to apply for a job at the same company and it just so happened that the floor she worked on was always packed with people. Therefore, in the elevator ride down she was pressed against more than one person but she felt the obvious hardness against the back of her skirt. While most people might find this offensive she was a pretty good judge of "character" and felt that this hardness was just the right size to ignore her morals. He'd never know but she wished she could have turned around and sucked him off right there in front of everyone.
After the elevator had reached the first floor she pressed back hard against him then turned around to get his number. She found she was staring into the face of a handsome man who shared some of the same characteristics that she did: brown eyes, brown hair, mild brown complexion, and with the gray suit he had on she could tell he wasn't just some scum off of the street. They exchanged phone numbers and less than five hours later she had invited him over to her [studio] apartment for a night of bliss. She sighed at that part since she hated living in such a small place.
She was snapped back to reality by the snap of flint against steel. He had engaged a lighter to flame up illuminating the room's dark corners. He lit 4 or 5 large candles, placing them in different spots in the bathroom and then closed the bathroom door. Their only source of light now was those candles and it was incredibly romantic. She began to grow wet again with anticipation and she could see his cock begin to rise again. She turned to start the water but he stepped against her and gently took her arm. She turned her head to look at him in confusion and her lips met his. Their lips mashed together in a wanton kiss and their tongues clashed, all the while their hands were grabbing, stroking, petting. The darkness of it all made her feel like they were the only two people on earth.
