Day Dreams About Night Things

The key turned in the lock with a soft, familiar click; pushing the door open with her hip, arms laden with the day's offerings: heavy grocery bags, a large bundle of colorful flowers. Holding a single small shopping bag, removing the new sundress; eyeing the soft delicate green; reminding her of color of sea glass. The air in the house was still and cool.  Happy to be home after long afternoon running errands, necessary purchases & little things to spoil herself.

With practiced efficiency, Sammi settled everything on the granite countertop. First, the practical: putting milk in the fridge, fruit in the bowl, coffee beans in the canister. Then, the transformations. Stripping the bed, replacing the cotton sheets with the high-thread-count linen, loving there cool crispness. The faux fur throw arranged just so at the foot.

Back to the kitchen; smiling at the large bunch of flowers. A luxury to some but very much a necessity in her world. Breaking open the bunch, separating, trimming gently before placing in vases. A large cheerful burst on the kitchen table, a softer arrangement on the mantel over the fireplace; 3 single bright color flowers in a bud vase on the bedroom nightstand beside her book.

The new silk sundress freed from its tissue paper and hung on the back of the bathroom door, where the steam from a shower would soften its folds and wrinkles Looking about, tasks complete feeling a pleasant fatigue settled over her.

Thoughts turning to a shower, but first a short rest; wanting to be alert, present, and looking her best should she follow through with plans to go explore the new private club that has opened. Smiling, remembering hearing him on his phone saying he was going to be there tonight. He was certain he was alone, not seeing her around the corner. Smiling, thoughts working over time. Knowing the type of club, she sent in an application weeks ago when first heard him talking about it. The fee was stiff. It took her whole vacation budget, but so very worth it. So much to learn, so many things to explore. Things there was no one else to talk to about, none who would understand things she has thought and felt for so long but kept hidden from everyone.

Slipping into a soft silken robe, remembering the purchase, laughing now at the guilt she felt spoiling herself on something that seemed so frivolous when she got her first paycheck. Slowly learning its ok to spend time, money on herself. Laying down on the freshly made bed, the fur soft against her legs, telling herself it was just for a few moments.

The silence was a welcome companion. Her mind, as it always did, drifted to him. To the sound of his steps approaching her desk, the weight of his gaze, imagining the solid warmth of his presence filling the spaces she had just prepared. She didn't need grand plans for the evening; she simply needed to know that when he crossed the threshold, he would find peace. Order. Comfort. A sanctuary crafted for herself, but if honest lately also with him in mind. A slow smile touched her lips as she stared at the ceiling. Life, in these quiet moments of anticipation, felt profoundly good. Blushing knowing he has no idea of her thoughts, or most likely of her at all other then as the girl behind the desk.

Her eyes closed. In the darkness behind her lids, thought dissolved into sensation. Almost without her realizing, her hand slid beneath the robe, her palm flattening against her stomach. The clock on the nightstand glowed 4:30 PM.  Just a little longer,  she thought, a silent permission. Her fingers drifted upward, gliding over the curve of her breast, pushing the robe aside. The touch was hers, but in her mind, it was his. His hands, broad and sure, claiming her. Cupping the weight, a possessive squeeze, the sharp, delicious bite of a pinch followed by the soothing circle of a thumb. A soft sigh escaped her, the sound loud in the quiet room. Eyes fluttering shut fingers moving about, touching, circling, pressing, exposing the growing lust.

The shrill cry of the alarm a violent intrusion. She jolted, cursing her own foresight even as gratitude washed over her. His meeting meant he would be late arriving. Feeling a little guilty listening in on his private phone call but oh so happy she had. It gave her time to explore before he got there. To see all she has been wanting to learn about, to experience for so long. She will be able to get there early, talk to others, hear from people who really know what she is feeling, then choose if wanting to stay and "accidently " cross paths revealing things about themselves not usually discussed with co workers.

She slid her legs from the bed, the floor cool under her feet. Pushing a hand through the tangled curls she padded into the hallway. The house was deeply shadowed, empty in a way that felt physical. Only the faint blue glow of a nightlight from the bathroom across the hall from her lit the way, preferring to keep the lights off, preferring the dimness, the way it allowed the lingering traces of her daydream to cling to the air. In the bathroom, she caught her own reflection in the large, mirrored shower door-- pale, smiling, looking into what people tell her over & over they see first when meeting; her large deep green eyes.

She turned, picking up her toothbrush, then paused, leaning against the wall. Still adrift. With a mindless motion, she pulled the shower door open, set the toothbrush down on the ledge, and stepped back. The green sundress chosen special for tonight still flowing over the door, hanger resting on the small hook; door left open as step to the shower

Through the large window, the sunset was a masterpiece. Fiery oranges and dusky purples bled across the sky behind the house, flooding the bathroom with a warm, melancholy light. It matched the colors in her mind perfectly.

She reached down and turned the knobs. Water burst from the showerhead, cool at first, then rapidly warming. It hit her skin, a thousand tiny percussions, before streaming down her body and bouncing off the tile, the glass doors and the window. Steam began to rise, as Sammi reaches for the shampoo, turned, and arched her back, tipping her head into the stream. The water was properly hot now, pounding on her skull, cascading in rivulets down her spine, over the curve of her bare backside, flowing in gentle sheets down her legs. Her fingers worked into the blonde curls lathering.

She imagined the pressure of his fingers when he would twist his hand in her hair, not to hurt, but to anchor. A gentle, commanding tug that would make her breath catch. Her own hands mimicked the motion now, and her body responded instantly, a low, answering heat blooming deep within. A whimper, barely audible over the drumming water, escaped her. She turned to face the spray, letting it hammer her chest. The steam had grown thick, surrounding her in a private, opaque fog. She was lost in it, lost in thoughts of him.

Happy to have this time,  she thought, cherishing the privacy for this ritual of anticipation. Her hands found the bar of soap. It slid easily over her smooth skin, melting under the heat of her, creating a rich lather. Thick, white suds coated her, obscuring her breasts, clinging to her waist and stomach. Her hands followed the trail of suds, sliding over the dip of her waist, the small roundness her stomach, tracing the crest of each hip. They glided down her inner thighs as she instinctively widened her stance, then slowly, so slowly, slipped between them.

A sharp gasp was torn from her, swallowed by the steam and the water. "Mmmmm... feels so good, " she whispered into the humid air, her eyes squeezing shut. From the bedroom, the old radio she'd left on softly played a blues tune, all aching saxophone and slow, sensual rhythm. Her body began to move with it, a gentle, unconscious sway of her hips.

When she opened her eyes, blurred by water and steam, she saw him.

He was there, just as she had imagined him a hundred times. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but intent. The bathroom door wall framed her perfectly for him, a living portrait in steam, water and twilight. He was watching. Listening. A silent, powerful audience of one.

Knowing he was there electrified her. The private fantasy became a shared performance. Her body craved not just thoughts of his touch, but the real thing. His gaze was a tangible caress, and she wanted to earn it.

She stepped back into the central waterfall, letting it slice the soap from her skin. Feeling the weight of his eyes solely on her, she reached out with a dripping hand. Deliberately, she turned the hot water knob up further, then turned the cold down to a trickle. The water temperature shifted dramatically, becoming almost scalding. It flushed her skin a deep, feverish pink. A small, defiant sound caught in her throat at the intense sensation.

Reaching up, she adjusted the showerhead to a stronger, more focused pulse. Then, she stepped back until her shoulders met the cold, slick tiles of the back wall. The shocking contrast of the icy ceramic against her scorched skin made her whole body jump, a sharp, breathless gasp escaping her. Eyes wide and bright, meeting his through the glass. She didn't smile. She simply held his gaze, her body offered in the steam, a testament to her waiting, her wanting, and the profound comfort of his presence.

Sitting on the edge of the bed a perfect view of her through  the doorway. Knowing He is there her body craves more;   more touches, more of His desires.; more pleasures Stepping once more into the waterfall as it flourishes down over her naked body,   feeling His eyes and knowing they are on her and her alone.   

Then stepping back leaning  against the back wall the cold tile causing her body to jump in contrast again, the hot water flowing on her breasts, her stomach.  This time lifting one leg up to the edge of the tub  and feeling the hard jets of water beating on her clit as it jumps from the attention and swells; aching to be pleasured..  

As the water beats off her skin she reaches and takes the toothbrush smiling in His direction as her fingers glide over the bristles.   Feeling them- hard, new, coarse.  

Once more reaching out for the shower head and turning it down, feeling the heat of the steam continue to rise around her as her body becomes chilled from the air...... the water simply dancing around her feet now as she slides the shower door open partially allowing Him to see her naked form through  the steam. No longer making eye contact but knowing in her heart He is watching. Hearing His breaths  knowing they could come only from Him.    

The birds quieting  outside the window showing  day  is ended, feeling the brightness of the full moon  shining in  promising a new day coming, Without thought of why  reaching for the toothbrush and smiling as she stares at the bristles and her body squirms

On impulse she glides it downward slowly moving across the swelling clit... feeling the hard tight bristle parting; the small opening  pressing back, the hunger trying to escape.

The soft pink tab swelling, pushing, trying to rise from its cover and being pushed back. Her  ass squirming back against the tiles...... her leg quivering even  as it sits on the side of the tub exposing herself to His eyes fully.    Wanting him to see.    Knowing he is seeing; the knowledge making her want even more.  

Head tipped back eyes closed feeling his wandering eyes cascading her body.... suddenly hearing his voice telling her

."Do it!   Take it!    Touch yourself with the brush!   Glide it over you!   You know that you want to, do it.   Make believe the rough exterior are my teeth grating you,   biting you,. taking you!   Do it NOW! "

Without hesitation the brush presses harder, deeper, gliding over her  lips. First along each outer side; then quickly moving - pressing - parting them open and squirming wildly; biting her lower lip even as she cries  out, Gliding the shaft of the brush into the soft pink cunt crying out as she does:

"YESSSSSSSSSS OHGDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"  

Hips flaying forward juices quickly coating the bristles,  soaking it as she feels the walls of her cunt squeezing around and hold tightly.   Attempts to glide the brush in and out fought with the power of the walls grasp. Pulling, tugging, moaning,   crying out as she glides the brush free and without hesitation bring it to her mouth.  

Smiling now; inhaling the scent of the pleasures his presence brings her. Gliding gently over her lips and again feeling her body respond as she presses deeper, brushing across her teeth, her tongue,   the roof of her  mouth.

Milking it, gliding over her  tongue turning to the roof of her mouth... closing her lips tightly and simply sucking as she would His cock.   Tasting; this time her own pleasures.

Hearing the bed squeak,   footsteps moving closer.   Still not daring to look only to feel his gaze, to know he was watching.   Her body responding the pleasures.     Her knee drops wider open exposing herself fully.... the  soft pink  contrasting against the  ivory  thighs. Her clit swollen. deeper color rising from her body spread wide looking much like a snake head rising up to the charmers music...... dancing  in the cool air.

Steam still rising up around her..... as she glides the brush from the swelling tab and  places them once more to her cunt ;   this time entering quickly; guiding it rapidly in and  out. Her hips again slamming back against  the tile wall... then  moving forward  meeting the  hands motion.... grinding  over the brush taking it deeper.  

Feeling the bristles scraping at the walls as she moves in and out turning it gently as she does.   Making the  bristles move from one side to another scraping against each then moving along the top; the bottom. Every inch inside of her exposed to its hard rough structure. The walls closing tighter as she fights to overcome her needs.    

Suddenly hearing him telling her....."Let go!   Cum for me!.   Show me.. let me see  your juices! Let me hear your desires through  your bodies response. Show me you will obey me in all i desire here this evening! "  The words echoing in her head over and over as she gasps  then screams begin rushing out

ohgdddddddddddddddddddddddd PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The walls closing tightly as the juices flow freely;  dripping over her  lips... her  fingers..... the brush and handle; spilling freely along her inner thighs. Slipping the brush free once more..... her  leg sliding down from the side of the tub. Trembling as she leans back  and raises the toothbrush to her mouth one last time . Hungrily. Wildly.   

Once last time daring to look at him there..... saying nothing. Simply staring into his eyes as she  traces her tongue along the outer side of the toothbrush then turns it and sucks slowly on the bristles  feeling the taste even as the reaming drops continue to flow slowly down her thighs.

Exiting the the tub, gaze lowering; the air feeling cold outside the heated water. Stepping  to the sink and without missing a beat.   Gliding the toothpaste over the brush, Sammi begins to brush her teeth.    The hot blue gel burning now against her lips, her gums.    The mix of cum and Listerine paste  circulating her mouth. Hints of moments ago slipping down her throat,   burning with a mix of desires and paste.   Smiling as she looks up into the mirror taking the glass and rinsing her mouth.

Walking back to the bedroom, looking around wondering;    Was he here?  Did she imagine his presence?   Turning slowly  in a circle seeing no sign of anyone there  she smiles.   He was;   she knows it!

Slowly her eyes flutter, confused by the darkness for a moment then looking at the clock. 11 PM! How? Where did the time go? Then smiling as she remembers. Standing, returning to the bathroom. Finding the dress she set  out for tonight, smiling happily while brushing fingers over slowly whispering softly "Another night. It will happen. When the time is right" Wrapping herself tighter in her short silken robe,  tugging the ties, Smiling as she curls back into her bed, eager for sleep and a chance to visit with him once again.