Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.  (not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copyrighted...so if you want
it?  Just ask- we'll talk.

   Dryad
************************************************************************
Panic Attack

   "Where are my keys!" She yelled, rushing around the house like a
banshee. "Fuck, this is just what I need." She muttered, then screamed,
"Bill!  Jesus, where are my keys?  I'm gonna be late!"

   Nothing had gone right today.  Rumor had it she was about to be
downsized out of a job, her car hadn't started when it was time to leave
work, so she'd been late picking up the kids from the daycare.  She got a
mustard stain on her favorite shirt, and to top it off, she found out she
gained ten pounds.

   Maybe some scream therapy would work.  "BIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!"

   He came bounding down the stairs.  "The kids are in bed, hun.  You need
to relax."

   "I NEED to get going.  Where are my damn keys!!?" she fumed, flitting
from one place to another, panicking.

   Bill chased her down and grabbed her by the shoulders.  "Kim. 
Sloooowwww down.  Take a deep breath.  Your keys are right there on your
purse." She jerked toward her purse.  "Uh, not yet.  Look at me." She had
the freaked out look of a deer in the headlights of a semi.

   "Bill, I gotta get..." It was as far as she got.  His lips closed over
hers blocking out the rest of her words, slowing her mind.  He kissed her
sensuously, his hands on her shoulders, kneading out the tension present.
His lips traced hers; his tongue explored her mouth slowly, as though he
were counting her teeth.  That made her smile into the kiss, as he pulled
back.  "Now, where do you need to go so badly?" watching to see that
jacklit look in her eyes disappear.  "I'm supposed to be at a voter's
meeting tonight." She sighed heavily.  "You aren't presenting, right?" he
looked at her questioningly.  "No, I'm not.  But I should..." she started
to sputter.  "You should relax.  They aren't going to miss your vote. 
You're staying here, so you can get some relaxation therapy." She smiled
wanly.  In the earlier years of their marriage, that is what she'd called
it.  Her stress relief.  Now, she was luck to get the time to breath.  Bill
had actually been very good about it lately.  She knew the lack of intimacy
had to be hurting him as well.  She slid up against him.  "You're right, we
have been neglecting each other." He smiled.  "Go sit on the couch, I'll be
right back." She kicked of her shoes, taking a deep breath.  She wandered
into the living room and sat down, facing the fireplace.  There was a chill
in the air, so Bill had started a fire.  When was the last time I sat and
watched flames?  She watched the colors mix, the tawny yellows and rust
oranges.  She felt her tension release some.  After a few moments, she felt
Bill's hand on her shoulder.  "Close your eyes." She could hear the smile
in his voice.  She complied, and felt him reach for her hands, pulling her
up and leading her away.  She smiled, wondering what her inventive husband
had up his sleeve.  She thought she was near the bathroom.  "Keep your eyes
closed now." He released her hands, and began to unbutton her blouse. 
Gently, he moved her hands back down to her sides when she reached to
assist him.  She felt the humidity in the air, the scented steam of her
favorite bath salt.  Bill unbuttoned her skirt, and helped her to step out
of it.  He carefully pinned her hair up.  When she was totally nude, he
lifted her in his arms, and placed her in the tub full of warm soothing
water.  "I'll be right outside, if you need anything," he told her.  She
opened her eyes.  The bathroom door was indeed shut, and Bill was not
there. Candles were placed at the corners of the bath, flickering in the
rising steam.  A glass of wine was placed on edge of the tub.  Kim smiled.
When was the last time I took a bath?  When she thought Bill hadn't
forgotten anything, she heard the strains of Enya's Watermark come through
the speakers of their sound system.  "Are you sure you don't want to join
me?" She called out softly.  "Nope, this is for you.  I'll be here to thank
when you get out."

   Kim sank deeper into the water, the scent of lemongrass and ginger
enveloping her.  The steam made the candles flickered, and she sighed
deeply.  The water eddied around her body, the currents making whisper soft
touches against her skin.  She felt the tension begin to leave her body,
her legs and arms slightly floating in the buoyant water.  The water made
soft gurgles as her body shifted slightly.  She let her body soak, until
the once hot water turned tepid, then took the large bath sheet hanging
nearby and wrapped it around herself as she stood up.  She let the water
out, just as Bill opened the door.

   "How are you feeling now?" he said softly, as his hands took the towel,
and slowly dried her off.  She sighed.  " Much better.  Thank you.  I don't
remember the last time I did that." She leaned up, giving him a soft kiss.
He returned it, before lifting her up.  "You didn't think I was done, did
you?" He asked.  Kim squirmed in anticipation, wondering what was next.  He
carried her back into the living room, and laid her down on the soft quilt
he placed before the fire.  Off the hearth, he took the glass cruet of
warming oil.  She quietly rolled over onto her stomach, her head resting on
the pillow he provided.  He dribbled the vanilla scented oil down her
spine. He placed the cruet back on the hearth, close the fire.  Then the
phone rang.  The first ring jarred them, by the second, she was pushing her
torso up with her hands.  "Kim, don't get it." He pleaded.  "Its probably
the committee." She sighed heavily.  "Fine, I'll get it." He jumped up
before she could reply.  He answered it on the third ring.  "Hello? 
...Yes, she's here..." He looked at her naked form on the floor, "No, she
can't come to the phone...Yes, mmmhmmm.  No, she's a bit under the weather.
I'll let her know." Bill hung up the phone and quietly moved back to her
side.  "What did they want?" "Don't worry about it.  Its nothing important;
I'll tell you tomorrow." He whispered in her ear.  She leaned up to argue,
then thought better of it.  She was getting spoiled, why mess with that? 
His hands were back on her back, long strokes on either side of her spine.
She sighed softly, as she felt her lower back roll under and release.  His
hands rolled back up, rolled in fists, his knuckles pressed into her tense
muscles.  Bill shifted, so that he was straddling her thighs.  With the
better angle, he worked out more and more of the tense spots in her bad. 
Kim mewed softly, her body softening beneath his touch.  When her back was
soft, pliant and relaxed, Bill moved lower, and began to massage her
buttocks.  Her feet began to turn outward, eyes closed.  "Watermark" faded
out, and "Book of Secrets" started.  The music flowed over her, as the oil
and Bill's hands followed.  The tone was seductive, middle-eastern; dark
and smoky.  His hands followed suit, and warm kneading became soft sensual
touches.  The warmth licked at her sides, down her thighs, between her
thighs.  The smoky light from the fire made her skin glow.  Bill sighed
softly.  His fingers moved gently over her thighs, teasing, testing.  She
moaned softly as his fingers dipped between her thighs.  She felt him lean
forward, felt him press a soft kiss onto the small of her back.  Slowly,
sleepily, she rolled over.  "Hi" she whispered softly, her eyes at
half-mast, smiling up at him.  "Hi yourself." He smiled back at her.  She
raised her arms to him, and he took her silent invitation.  The first kiss
was sensual, lingering.  Her fingers found the hair at the nape of his
neck, teased it.  Her chest moved of its own volition, rising to meet his.
They fell into each other gracefully, lovers who knew each other, and had
no need to rush.  His hands stroked her hair, kissing down along her
collarbone, smiling when he felt her shiver.  "Cold?" he questioned softly
as he shifted down to her chest, grasping a nipple and suckling it.  "Hell,
no, its downright tropical." She laughed shakily.  He watched the color
rise on her chest, and as always, thought how beautiful it was; the slow
pink of her arousal rise from her center up her chest to her neck and face;
like watching the rising of the sun.  He dipped into the sunrise, meeting
the line of pink as it crossed her diaphragm.  His tongue dipped lower,
swirling around her navel.  Kim sighed softly, her fingers wrapping through
his hair, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him lower.  He took
the not so subtle suggestion, and trailed downward, where he dawdled. 
First he kissed her inner thigh, then licked the apex where it met her
groin.  The smell was heady, of vanilla, ginger and what was uniquely her
own scent.  His nose nuzzled, teasing her, as her body began to move
against him sinuously, her legs still held captive by Bill's.  She moaned
softly, almost in time with the music, when he finally touched her center
with his tongue.  He placed his hands on her hips, as his tongue flicked at
her in time to the music.  The sounds, the scent, the touch, all wrapped
her in a sensual haze.  Kim's body writhed beneath him, unable to focus on
anything except the feel of his mouth and fingers teasing her.  She felt
the wave building, the tension she'd be holding tight behind the dam of her
emotion.  Her thighs tightened around Bill's head, her bottom leaving the
floor as her back bowed with tension.  Suddenly, the dam burst and the
tension died down in wave after wave of bliss.  Bill lightly stroked her
thighs as she came down from her zenith.  Her body occasionally spasmed,
the residual tension dying back, leaving her body slack and limp.  As she
reality seeped back in, Bill asked her softly, "Feel better now?" Moaning
softly, she answered, "God, yes.  I love you." Her hand moved softly toward
his body clasping his hardened manhood with a smile, "But I don't think all
the tension is gone yet, do you?"

   Fin
   Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002 /~Dryad