Angel got the morning off today quite unexpectedly. Usually she's
out the door right after breakfast. Today she got a text while we were eating that her office was on lockdown because of a gas leak.
There we were, sitting across the table from each other, she dressed to the nines, and me still in my drawstring pajama pants and t- shirt, my hair looking like I just finished a night of active sleeping, and my face in need of a shave. She makes being a sexy executive look so easy. Her hair is big, yet soft. Her makeup flawless yet understated. I smell the hint of rose in her perfume. Her pencil skirt is short enough to keep her coworkers inspired, without getting her into trouble with HR. She opens her notebook on the table, and begins making notes.
I start later in the day, and use the morning for emailing, paperwork, and phone calls, so it's not unusual for me to feed her and see her off before gearing up for my day. Suddenly, I feel grungy, and self-conscious. I say, Hey Baby, I'm going to head to the shower. She is texting somebody from work, and doesn't even look up to say, Okay.
The deluge of warm water raining down from the oversized showerhead massages my body like little fingers over my head and shoulders. I close my eyes to enjoy the water running down my body. I get lost in the pleasure. I sway under the stream to let my entire self be warm and wet. Ohhhh, so luxurious.
A sharp knock, knock, knock on the bathroom door snaps me back to life. I call out, Yesss? while opening the glass shower door. Angel peaks her head inside, and asks, You almost done?
I'm confused. Why would she want to know that? I just got in here. I say, Haven't even lathered up yet.
She pushes the door open wide. There, in the doorway she stands, hands on hips, feet apart, with black high heels, smooth, long legs, turquoise lace short-shorts and halter top, a diaphanous sea green, see- through cover-up, and just the right amount of bling around her neck, wrists, ankle, and tummy.
OMG!!!!!
I am immediately hard. Need help with that? she asks. I almost lose it right here. Not waiting for an answer, she walks across the room, her heels clicking on the tile. As she gets to the shower, she pushes me back, and I fall back onto the built-in seat away from the steamy rainstorm.
Slowly she tests the water with her leg, letting the stream flow down, soaking her shoe. She moves her hand into the flow, letting the water splash in all directions. She raises her arm, so that the water travels down her, wetting her cover-up. It begins to cling to her, revealing the thickness of her lacy underthings. She tilts her head back, looks up, and lets the water soak her body completely. Her hair becomes
matted to her head, and the strands plastered to her face channel streams of water, which flow over the shiny wet fabric of her outfit.
Angel takes the shampoo bottle, and pours a gratuitous amount over her head. As it slowly drips down, she begins working it into a thick lather. She massages it over her body, and then using her index finger, beckons me to stand.
I press my body against hers. The foamy suds are slick. My hands wander over her breasts, shoulders, hips and bottom. My legs cradle hers, as warm soapy water careens down our tangled selves. She giggles as I slowly lift her cover-up, and drop it to the floor. I kiss her open mouth as we both explore each other's slippery skin. I may never get to work today!