She sits back into the hot water, surrounded by the bubbles and the sweet smells of lotus flower and orange filling her nose, she allows herself to relax back in to the water further and rest her head.
Her hands gently glide over her body, as she washes the stress of the day away, she hated her job in a delivery department of a manufacturing company, and she wasn’t sure why she was still there.
She shakes her head as the image of him comes into her head, trying to erase the sight of those crystal blue eyes staring into hers.
She continues to gently massage her body with the fragrant wash, sweeping over her arms, up her neck and down over her ample chest, surprised at how hard her nipples had become, in a flash his face comes back into her mind.
Why can’t she get him out her head? She had only seen him a few times as he worked as a courier, and her company didn’t often use the company he worked for.
Her mind drifts back to the last time she’d seen him, the imagine of his grinning face, and those gorgeous blue smiling eyes, the way his uniform a black t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders, and his trousers hanging off his hips, as he gracefully exits the cab of his van.
At that moment she wished she didn’t have to be wearing the hideous uniform, unisex polo top that did not show her tiny waist, or large breast, and the unisex trousers that made her look twice as big as she was.
The same warm, tingling feeling she felt deep down within herself begins as she pictures his face, as she relaxes more in the bath, her hand slips down her front and she circles her breast, tweaking her hard nipples, making the tingling down below increase. She imagined it was his hands slowly cupping her breast, sliding over her soft skin, her hand slips lower over her curvy body.
“Would he like touching my curvy body, the feel of my full breast in his manly hands?” she thinks as her hand continues it descent over her body.
Down past her navel, grazing over the tiny strip of hair, and between her legs, slowly she runs her slender fingers over her lips, allowing them to completely spread, allowing the hot water to make contact with all parts of her, very slowly dragging her finger back up, as a small groan exits her mouth and echo’s around the candle lit bathroom as the tip of her finger brushes over her clit.
Her mind drifts remembering there easy conversation about what he had been up to at the weekend, and what music they both liked.
In the back of her mind, her secret sexy goddess raised it head. Thoughts of how the conversation could have gone started to play out in her head, ultimately all of them ending up with her in the back of his van amongst all the boxes.
She had often caught herself staring his strong hands, as the masterfully carried the box’s from his van to her trolley. With her hands slipping sensually back and forward over her clit, what she would do to feel those fingers of his slip inside her, feeling her wetness, as her muscles clench around his fingers as she squirms around, and the pleasure course round her body.
The pace of her own hand increases, as the water starts a rhythmical sway that matches that of her hand.
Her breathing gets heavy as she imagines how soft his lips would feel against hers, as his fingers plough deep inside her.
These thoughts are enough to push her higher and higher, until her back arches out the water, and she lets out a loud moan, as the climax intensely shoots round her body, making her insides pulsate with pleasure.
She relaxes back down into the hot water, her breathing slowly coming back to normal, with a relaxed and contented smile on her face.
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The next day at work, she is really busy and rushed off her feet all day, with a big order that had been dropped on her at the last minute by her sleazy boss. She was looking forward to getting home and having a large drink; perhaps she would take another long bubble bath, and then finish reading that book. That was the great thing about living alone; she could just make her own plans without worrying about what anyone else wanted.
She had just finished the last bit of paperwork and was switching everything off when the door buzzer sounded loudly, making her jump.
“Who the hell is that, at this time!” she snarled as she stomped towards the loading bay door.
She swung the door open with such force, prepared to be as shirty as she could with the arse that had waited until the end of the day to drop something off.
“What time do you……” she stopped mid-sentence as she came face to face with Mr Crystal Blue eyes.
He had a huge grin on his face, and obviously found it amusing seeing her in a melodramatic fury.
“Sorry, I got a flat tyre and had to change the wheel at the side of the road, otherwise I would have been her sooner” he holds up his black oily hands and wiggles his fingers, as if to prove his story.
She couldn’t help but melt and then flush red, as the image of those fingers deep inside her from last night’s fantasy spring into her mind.
He cocks his head to one side, and smiles wider, with a cheeky look in his eye.
For a second it seems like he can see the thoughts in her head, but she shakes her head quickly and moves to one side allowing him access through the door.
“Come, you can wash your hands in here” she quickly turns and walks away trying to compose herself, but ends up rambling on about how sorry she was to snap at him like that, and how her boss had dropped loads of work on her at the last minute.
“I have a private kitchen area with a sink in here,” she walks into the small room, that had never felt as small before; his body so close as he moves in closer to her so he can wash his hands in the sink. He brushes her arm with his as he reaches for the soap, the skin to skin contact sending a shock wave of desire through her body.
Once again she finds herself transfixed on his hands, as he lathers the soap round those fingers, again her cheeks redden as her thoughts flash, to what it would feel like to have is fingers deep inside her.
Her mind far away, she hasn’t noticed that he’s finished washing his hands, and is now closely watching her facial expression.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks startling her back from her fantasy and into the small kitchen area.
He is so close that she can smell his aftershave, mixed with soap and oil, and he has that cheeky look on his face again.
She flushes a darker shade of red and looks down at the floor hoping it would swallow her up.
Just at that moment he slowly takes those hands and tilts her chin up, leaving his fingers on her chin, he looks deeply into her hazel eyes, those crystal blue eyes locked into an intense gaze, that does something so strange yet nice to her insides.
For a second she thinks he might kiss her, and then suddenly there is a deep rumbling sound that breaks the moment, they both look down at her stomach, and begin to laugh.
“Sorry I haven’t eaten since breakfast, I just haven’t had time to stop,” she explains.
“Oh well this is my last drop off, if your finishing now, did you want to get a bite to eat” he asks.
It takes a second for what he has said to register; did he just ask her out?
“Erm yeah that would be great” she beams up at him, hoping she didn’t give away how excited she was.
A couple of minutes later, she has clocked out and ran to the toilets to try and make herself more attractive, which was really difficult in the nasty uniform.
She pushed open the staff door and was surprised to find him leaning up against the wall waiting for her.
“Where’s your van?” she looks to see if he’s parked it somewhere.
“I asked your boss if I could park it up here over night, I actually only live round the corner, and was wondering if you’d let me cook you something?” He seems the most unsure she has ever seen him.
She knew he lived alone, as he had mentioned it in one of their previous conversations.
“Oh my, alone in his flat,” she thinks her sexy goddess smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“Sure, if you don’t mind?” she shyly replies
The uncertainty in his face disappears and is replaced with what she thinks is relief, he swiftly grabs her tiny hand and takes it in his. The same electric bolt goes through her body, but she hasn’t got chance to think about it, as he starts to walk her towards the gate.
They soon arrive at his flat, and she can’t believe that all the time he has only lived a few streets away from where she worked every day.
He leads her into the small ground floor flat, and into his living room. She is just admiring how homely and clean the flat is, when she feels his present really close to her.
“Can I get you a drink?” he ask in a deep and sexy voice
“I could do with something quite strong after the day at work I’ve had” and to get over the shock of standing in the living room of Mr Crystal Blue eyes, she thinks to herself.