And She Waits...

And she waits for him. She knows that he'll be home soon as he just called her and told her he was finally done with work. She walks over to the base of the stairs, and places one hand on the banister as she bends over and, with one hand, unbuckled her high-heeled shoe and slides it off a stocking-covered foot. She plants her foot down flat on the hardwood floor and does the same with the other foot. She climbs the stairs, her hand sliding along the banister, trailing behind her. When she reaches the top of the stairs, she has already started unbuttoning her blouse and takes it off as the cotton slides across bare shoulders. She walks into the bedroom, and places her right hand on the back of her neck and moves her long, dark brown hair off the back of her neck and removes her necklace and then her earrings. She smiles.

She walks over to the chair in the corner of the bedroom, and, as she walks, she places both hands under the hem on the bottom of her skirt and moves the skirt up with each step she takes. Donned in lace, she sits and leans back on the chair. She moves her right hand up her thigh, the black skirt follows, exposing a black lace-topped thigh high stocking. She turns her right knee towards her other and slides her thumb under the top of the stocking and slides it off. She shifts her hips over in the chair and moving her left foot out in front of her, slides the alternate black stocking down her leg, her hair falling around her shoulders as she slides down.

She gets up, and in one motion, has her skirt unbuttoned, unzipped, and is stepping out of it as it flutters to the floor followed by a black lace thong. She reaches around and removes her matching lace bra and turns the shower on. She turns and is standing in front of the mirror, and she smiles, with a sly grin, as she steps in the steamy shower.

She doesn't hear him walk in the door as she enters the shower, but he hears the water running upstairs, and he grins as he slowly guides the door shut not making a sound. He puts down his jacket, and while walking upstairs, pulls his shirt over his head. The stair creaks, and he's sure that she's heard him, but she hasn't. She stands under the shower head, her back to it, her fingers running through her long hair, her head turned upwards like a flower looking for the sun.

He walks into the bedroom, the steam from the bathroom swirling in the doorway.

She turns in the shower, facing the showerhead, letting the hot water pour across her face.

He walks into the bathroom and sees her silhouette....her hair...her shoulders....her breasts....her back....her stomach....her hips.....her thighs....

She runs a hand down the opposite side of her neck, and, with palm flat against her chest, runs her hand down until resting on her hip bone.

He slowly pulls the curtain back hoping that she doesn't hear him.

She doesn't.

He walks closer to her, and puts his hands on her hips and slides them around her waist, her back pressing up against her chest. She gasps at first, but she couldn't mistake those arms for anyone else's.

She moves her hands down to the forearms around her, his head resting on her shoulder, and she smiles.

She doesn't have to say a word. She turns around and faces him with a smile, and he does the same.

Her blue eyes glint something in them....seduction....sexiness....and joy that he is home. She catches him off balance as she slides her hands up around the back of his neck and takes a step forward.

Where else can he go but backwards as he feels warm, wet tile against his bare back.

"I missed you," she says with a smile, her wet body pressed against him. She leans in for a kiss, and he pulls her closer. Their bodies fit perfectly, and she fits in his arms like the last puzzle piece before the masterpiece is complete. She lightly kisses him on the lips, teasing him slightly, she runs her bottom lip across his and sucks gently before kissing more and finally kisses him deeply, their tongues sliding across one another, dancing, not fighting. Her runs one hand through her wet long hair and grabs slightly, his other hand still firmly wrapped around the small curve of her back.

She reaches up and places both hands on either side of his jaw and continues to kiss him.

When they finally pull away, she looks at him and says, "seriously? We'll either be prunes....or our water bill is going to be through the roof." They both laugh, and she turns around and bends over to shut off the shower. She turns around and tosses her hair out of her face and looks over her shoulder with a sly grin.

She walks over and runs her hands down his naked body and around to his ribs before taking his hand in hers, leading him out of the shower, and seducing him with her eyes....