Esme

For some odd reason beyond me, I forgot about this little treasure of mine. I'll try to update it regularly now :) Thanks Saige for the review and reminding me!





I look at my wrist watch for the millionth time since Esme left. She said an hour, it has been like an hour and a half! I pause in my pacing, why am I so worked up about a stranger taking too long to move into my house? I sit down on the couch and stare at the blank TV. It’s as if just the thought of her has a pull on me; a weird, electric, sexual pull on me.

I think about the way her shirt pulls tight across her breast and imagine how that would look if her nipples were hard. I can only imagine how soft the skin covering them would feel and taste, soft and sweet, just like the color suggests: warm caramel.

I feel a light sweep on my thigh and realize my hand has a mind of its own, traveling slowly up under my dress. I stop its venture and stand up again. Yes, standing is less dangerous. I look at my watch again; five minutes have passed, more or less. Maybe if I do something time will go by faster.

I walk into my bedroom and start to gather clothes, a pair of jeans and a green tee that matches the green flakes in my eyes. I wonder if she will notice. A shower is what I need…a long, hot shower to clear my mind and relax my nerves. I sit the collected items onto the counter and lean over to turn the hot water nub. I undress slowly, wondering how it would feel to have her hands doing this instead of my own. I lift the bottom hem of my dress, exposing my thighs to the chilly bathroom air. I continue the journey upwards, my fingers gliding over my slightly pudgy belly, sending tingles through my skin. At last, I pull the dress completely over my head. I looked at my reflection: skin aglow with blush, breast so swollen with need that they are spilling out of the cups of my little lacey bra. I run my hands over one and then the other. Esme, oh, Esme, if only it were her touching me this way.

I unhook the front clasp of my bra; my breast sprang free, the bite of the air a glorious chill. I pinch one nipple lightly and roll it between finger and thumb. Electric waves run down my spine and settle at my core. I abandon my nipple, my hands making a downward journey to the edge of my panties. I hook my thumbs at the hip and slid them down my legs. Would Esme like this if I were putting on a show?

I step into the hot spray of the shower, the water caressing my skin, relaxing my muscles. I push my breast together, watching the water collect and spill out of my cleavage. God, this felt so good. I back up until my back press against the wall, and then I feel my way down to my center heat. I slid my finger over my clit just briefly, which sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. Just then, I hear the roar of an engine closing in on my house. She’s back. I don’t want to stop so I’ll have to be quick.



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As I pull into the drive way of my new home, I cut the engine and just sit there staring. This is a nice little cottage; white with blue trim, fit for a small family on vacation. How did Parker come to live here, alone none the least? I swing out of my truck and head towards the front door. I’ll tell her I’m back before I start to unpack. I open the front door and peek inside. “Hello?” I call out. It wouldn’t help to scare the hell out of her, I already have her as nervous as a skittish cat. I open the door completely and step inside. Upon entry, I am bombarded with the smell of arousal, Parker’s arousal. I follow the smell and the closer I get to the bathroom the stronger it is. It’s like a drug that I’m addicted to calling out to me. Even though this is my first time ever smelling her essence, I feel as though I’ve known it my whole life, and I was dependent upon it now.

I put my hand on the door and it swings open a hair. I can see her touching herself in the mirror. Her pink skin had gone a deep red either from the pleasure she was giving herself or the temperature of the water. I could feel the heat pooling in my sex. I cupped myself through my jeans. I could feel the slight tickle of my fingers through the fabric as my other hand cupped one of my heavy breasts through my shirt.

“Mmm” I heard myself moan. I snapped back to reality. This wouldn’t do at all. Parker was right on the other side of the door as naked as the day she was born. I gathered my composure and knocked on the door, hard enough for her to hear but soft enough not to push it too far open.

“Yeah?” she called out breathlessly. Was that a moan or a response? “I’m back. I’m going to start unloading my things. I’ll be out front if you need anything.” I called out lamely. It’s her house, why would she need something from me. “Enn, ok” she moaned. Wow, just wow. I give my head a shake to gather my composure before I head out to unload the truck.



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“I’m back. I’m going to start unloading my things. I’ll be out front if you need anything.” Esme says from out side the bathroom door. The mere sound of her voice pushes me closer to the edge. “Enn, ok” I moan. I sorely hope she didn’t catch that. As the steady thumping of her booth heels grow further and further away, my body explodes with pleasure. I try to stifle my moans, but it feels so good.

I finish up in the shower, using my strawberry body wash and vanilla shampoo and conditioner. As I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a big white towel, I noticed that the door was open a bit. A sexy scandalized feeling washed over my body. What if she saw me? What if she knew what I was doing? A rush of raw heat washed over me yet again. Don’t be ridiculous, Parker!