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Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost:  Miss You!

Miss you!
by Dulcinea


She hated being alone, hated the trips he had to take for his job.  Any
separation was bothersome, but this one had been especially long, and
she missed him.  The scent of him, the sound of his voice in her ear,
the magic of his touch.  But he would return tomorrow evening, he had
promised.  This time, there would be no delays.

She had tomorrow evening planned.  A quiet dinner at home, and then a
long back massage to ease his tired muscles, followed by some serious
lovemaking, and then sleep in his arms.  She was smiling at the thought
as she stepped into the hot shower, the water cascading down her tired
body.

Tomorrow.  24 hours.  Less, really, she thought, since she would pick
him up at the airport and bring him home.  She picked up the bar of
soap, worked it into a good lather, and began rubbing it onto her
skin.

Across her neck and shoulders, down her arms.  The soap made her skin
slippery, her hands rubbing down across her breasts, her nipples leaping
up at the attention.  If only it were his hands touching her, she
thought, her slick fingers massaging the tender nipples into little
peaks.  His finger, yes, tweaking and pinching her nipples like this, or
his warm tongue sliding around them, his lips closing around them,
sucking them to his heart's delight.

Shuddering, she stopped her massage, taking the loofa sponge and
scrubbing at the soap on her arms and shoulders.  Down along her sides
and across her stomach, finally across her chest, the scratchy sponge
feeling so good against her aroused and sensitive breasts.  Almost like
the rough scratchiness of his chin when he hadn't shaved for a few days.
She loved it when he ran his whiskers across her body, along the
ticklish undersides of her breasts, or even the inside of her pussy
lips.  She shuddered again, rubbing the sponge in circles on her
nipples.  Oh, how she missed him.

Dropping the sponge, she leaned back against the wall and closed her
eyes, letting the warm water pour across her body, rinsing the soap
away.  Cupping her breasts, she squeezed them together, then ran her
hands down her sides, over her hips and around her ass.  Taking the bar
of soap in one hand, and a razor in the other, she carefully soaped the
outside of her pussy, shaving off all but the one small patch of dark
hair, the way he liked it.

Dropping the razor, she rinsed the soap away, her finger slipping inside
the bare lips to touch the warm wetness inside.  She craved his touch,
and she admitted it freely, her body quivering as she thought about him
touching her, about him stroking her clit, thinking that it was fingers
that slid up inside her, or better yet, his hard cock sliding in and out
of her.

She moaned, her fingers working faster, sliding on something other than
soap.  With her free hand, she played with her nipples, letting the warm
water run across her, down the slopes of her breasts, past the fingers
plunging in and out of her pussy.  "Oh, honey," she cried out loud,
wishing more than ever that he were here.

"You should let me do that," he said, stepping into the shower with
her, his hand covering hers, his fingers reaching to massage her.  Her
eyes flew open in surprise, her mouth opening and closing without any
sound coming out.  "You looked like you were having so much fun, I
wanted to join in," he whispered.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, then cried out as her orgasm
ripped through her, his fingers buried deep inside of her.  "I came home
early," he said, then he kissed her.  "I needed to feel you, and smell
you, and," he raised his fingers to his lips, licking her juices from
them, "I needed to taste you.  I missed you."

She pressed up against him, warm and wet, her head resting in the hollow
of his shoulder.  "Oh, honey," she purred, feeling his arms go around
her, "I've missed you too!"


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