Yesterday was Hubby's birthday and my plan was to offer him a birthday blow job after his birthday dinner and after Little Tomkat was in bed.
We came home from dinner and I turned on Sons of Anarchy, which always puts me in a naughty mood. I think it's because I can't resist watching the overdose of uncontrolled testosterone. And what woman wouldn't want to fuck Jax Teller (Charlie Hunnam) and Nero (Jimmy Smits)?
Anyway, I put the little guy to bed and decided to jump in the shower. It's never a bad idea to be prepared (clean and shaved) in case the birthday blow job turns into something more, right?
I turned on the hot water so it would warm up while I undressed. Shedding the clothes felt unexpectedly good. Maybe it was the feeling of being unbound, free. Maybe it was my libido expressing itself through the reaction to the cool air on my skin.
I stepped in the shower and under the stream of hot water. I love hot showers. Very hot. Hubby and I quit taking showers together very early in our relationship because he can't stand the heat. What a shame.
As the water flowed over my hair, face, breasts, and back, I exhaled slowly. The stress of the day washed away quickly and I felt relaxed, free, loved - and the image of SNS Guy popped into my head.
I imagined him kissing me deeply as I grabbed the soap, and then I felt his hands on me, washing me, caressing me. I slid a hand between my legs and caught my breath as I touched my clit which was swollen and sensitive. I leaned back against the wall and touched myself with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other hand. I could see him smiling at me as he flicked my clit, making me start to shudder.
I reached up quickly and grabbed my waterproof vibrator from the shelf. I lifted one foot up onto the stool in the shower and slid the vibrator inside me, still rubbing my clit. I moved it slowly in and out of my cunt, rocking against it, wanting more. I could feel him biting my neck as he fucked me. My foot on the stool was really wrapped around him, pulling him to me, trying to press him deeper into me. He responded by fucking me harder.
I came hard. Very hard. He kept working my clit and pressing his cock into me until my orgasm subsided. I kissed him again and tried to keep him with me, knowing that he'd be gone when I opened my eyes which I avoided. I finished my shower with him. He washed my hair very sensually. Then he carefully soaped me all over with his deft hands. As he washed my pussy, he playfully threatened to play with me some more, but he laughed and moved on. When it was time to finish up, I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately.
Finally, I let go and opened my eyes. I was met with a pang of sadness that caused me to burst into tears. God, I missed him. I missed his physical presence. I missed his touch and his kiss.
But there was nothing to be done about that, at least not now. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wiping away my tears with the rest of the water and my moment with him.
A few minutes later I made it into the bedroom and Hubby was fast asleep, wearing about five layers of pajamas and other clothing as if we lived in Michigan rather than California. I decided not to wake him for his birthday blow job. That could wait for another day.
I turned off the light and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and brought SNS Guy back to me. He wrapped his arms around me and and I curled up next to him. I drifted off to sleep with him, feeling safe, happy, and content.
This change of plans worked out just fine.