OK faithful readers...
In this installment Michelle prepares a surprise for the trash men who have taken advantage of her whenever they had the chance. It's more soft-core than the rest and work is done to define her character a bit more. The installment leads up to the final chapter that I hope to have out later this week.
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Standing up, Michelle pulls her short shorts up and holds her breasts firmly. (That was really intense... now what am I going to do?) she thinks. The branches, twine, and her t-shirt all lay on the ground. She picks up the twine absentmindedly and loops it around her breast pulling it snugly. (How did he do that?) She makes a few loops and then does the same to the other breast. Her tits now stand at attention and, though the twine is rough on her tender skin, Michelle thinks (That's how I want them to look. Firm and up.) She snugs the end of the twine into the loops of her right breast, brushes her nipples lightly (God they're hard!), and then holds them firmly in place. (Nice.)
She slaps her right breast herself reminding her of the pain that Leroy had inflicted and closes her eyes. She slaps it harder wanting to feel the pain which radiates from her breast on down to her pussy. Again. And again. Her knees weaken and her left hand drops inside her short shorts to the triangle of red and starts a rhythmic circling of her clit. Again she slaps, this time her left breast. Her breathing quickens as does her hand circling between her legs. Her eyes closed she continues slapping and rubbing herself until she falls to her knees, her hand between her legs, her fingers pushed inside of 'her' and she moans "Ohhhhhhhh". She doubles over and, in the fetal position with her hand inside her shorts and three fingers inside of 'her', climaxes intensely.
(What's happening with me? I don't understand this.)
Time passes and finally Michelle removes her hand from her shorts, stands up and unwraps the twine from her breasts. The blood rushing back in brings a rush of pain to her and she rubs her breasts reviving them and their natural color.
Michelle walks into the lanai and looks at the pool which invites her in. She passes it and walks instead to the master bedroom and through it to the shower. Turning it on she's happy Robert has installed a recycling pump so the water is almost immediately hot. Michelle stands in the shower soaking in the heat for a minute or two before washing herself thoroughly. Using her hands and her Caress soap she lathers up and starts with her breasts rubbing the blood back into them and enjoying the feeling of 'the girls'. (I just love you girls...) She soaps up her shoulders, back and belly and drops her lathered hand between her legs and washes 'her' well. Lathering her hands again she reaches back and washes her gluts (mmmmm..) and then in between those folds to her puckered anus. She washes her entire body thoroughly, twice, and then washes her face with her exfoliating scrub.
Showering always calms Michelle. She loves getting dirty because she loves getting clean. Her favorite is when Robert beckons her to shower with him. She'd never showered with a man before him and it was quite the experience having someone wash her like she was a small child. She loves it when he goes through the procedure she'd just finished. When he washes her breasts, shoulders, legs and feet he even washes her hands making sure he gets every finger and massaging her palms as he does. Finally washing 'her' making sure 'she' is clean and then it's Michelle's turn to wash Robert.
She smiles to herself now as those thoughts crowd out any of the recent events. Michelle truly loves Robert with all her heart and loves their time together. She knows he's faithful to her and loves that he's so very inventive in their lovemaking. Standing there in the shower she smiles to herself looking forward to seeing him again Monday.
But it's Friday and Monday is a long way away just now.
Michelle leans back in the shower wetting her hair thoroughly and then starts to wash her red locks. She loves her hair and the fact that it's red. Not the flame red of her pubic hair that she'd asked Robert if he'd wanted waxed. His reply of "No, never" had pleased her, No, her hair was a darker, almost auburn color. Still, given her coloring and facial features, it gave her a unique, exotic look.
Shampooing her hair she feels her breasts pulled up bouncing with her movements. She'd become so much more aware of her body feelings since Robert had entered her life. Before, she knew she had feelings, and thought she knew her body, but he had had her notice them more and more. "How is your body reacting?" he asked her often. And now she was noticing things that never occurred to her before. How just seeing him made her tingle, or hearing the deep resonate voice of someone like James Earl Jones made her warm inside. How smells, fragrances, and aromas had different affects on her, some making her smile like the pleasant smell of gardenias that they'd planted around the lanai, and others, like the smell of a man's sweat or pubic region, just made her incredibly horny.
She had noticed also that touch had a unique effect on her and while she loved the light touch of a tie drifting across her body, she also loved a firm massage, and more recently had learned that she even enjoyed pain. Robert had experimented with her when they were fucking one afternoon, not making love, fucking. She on top of him grinding herself on his cock her hands behind her head growling when he slapped her left tit. "Ohhhhh!" She was surprised but then rocked harder on his cock and her eyes looked down on him in disbelief. He slapped her again. "Yesss." She hissed the 's' and shook her head. Again. "Yesss." Now she was bucking wildly on top of him and he slapped her right breast this time. "AAAAAAAAA I'm cuming!!!!" she screamed.
"Oh my god that was intense. You're over the top." Michelle exclaimed when they were done and she lay on top of him. "That was over the top. Don't ever leave me."
All of this replays in her mind as she shampoos. Her eyes close as she washes her hair and she notices the feeling of the shampoo rolling down her breasts and dripping off 'her' when it reaches that red triangle. The shower steaming now, she leans back again and rinses the shampoo out of her hair. She shakes her head and rinses again.
(Oh that feels good.) She rinses her whole body off one more time. (Mmmmmm)
She steps from the shower pulling the bath sheet off the towel rod and wraps herself in it loving both the softness and thickness it offered. She dries off starting with a quick run over her body before a rapid drying of her hair. She towels off the rest of her body again drying it completely and hangs the towel up before looking at herself in the mirror.
(Not bad...) she thinks to herself as she checks out her body. Her skin is red from the shower but nothing unusual. (Oh...) there's a small bruise on her right breast and it's sore having received most of the abuse but nothing horrible. (It'll be gone by Monday.) She grabs her lotion and starts her next ritual. Smoothing the lotion on every part of her body that she can reach she notices all her parts. It feels good to go through this ritual. , this process, and Michelle is relieved now to be done with her cleansing.
Walking naked into the bedroom she decides to put on something light. She needs to go to the store and pick up some groceries, fill the tank up with gas, and get the paint that she and Robert had agreed on for painting the lanai when he got home. Nothing special but she also had a luncheon planned and a short meeting before that.
