After Hours

He stroked her hair and kissed her lips softly. She leaned into him and gasped as he massaged her breasts and then started a slow descent with his fingertips down her rib cage and across her stomach. She arched toward his hand as he moved even slower tormenting her as only he could. His eyes never left hers. He softly said her name. Then he said it louder and totally out of context.

She quickly opened her eyes to find Rick leaning over her. She was still in the bubble bath. Quickly she tried to cover herself. What on earth was going on? Then she turned beet red as she realized that she’d been dreaming and now he was in here with her. But why was he in the bathroom with her?

“Sorry, but I noticed that you’d been in here for an hour and I called your name at the door. When you didn’t answer I thought you might have drowned.” He was aroused knowing that she was wearing nothing but bubbles.

“Well as you can see I’m fine. I must’ve drifted off to sleep.” She tried to adjust her body to where most of the bubbles were.

He sat down on the edge of the tub and reached out for a hand full of bubbles. This only aroused him more being close to her. “Glad you’re alright. Those bubbles are going away.”

She sat up quickly trying to cover herself and only managed to give him a great view of her breasts glistening with water and bubbles. She quickly slid back in the water.

He stood up and walked over to the counter grabbing her towel. He held it out by the ends indicating for her to get out. She just looked at him and gulped. Surely he didn’t mean for her to step out of the tub in front of him.