It had been a miserable flying, the expected end to a prospicient, difficult trip. zip quite made Sophie hate her body so much as flying. She felt fat and old and unadulterated. She was slightly nauseated and her foreland throbbed with dehydration from the recycled air. Her knees and shoulders ached from trying to take for herself small, cramped into that amazing petite stern. She stumbled off the plane, and made her way to the restroom. She 'd been holding it for a foresightful clock time, not wanting to use the disgusting lilliputian bathroom on the plane ; the succor of a good peeing went some way to improving her mood. She turned on her phone, and sent a quick text. `` Landed. On to baggage and impost. Outside in 30. Gate D. ''

She trudged to baggage pickup, every joint in her body ached ; her back screamed complaint at her as she lifted her heavy bag off the conveyer whack. The line for customs was brusk than expected, and she made it to the room access earlier than she had said. The cold air slammed her like a physical assault. And yet, she almost welcomed the brittle cold ; the airport was airless and hot, and she 'd been wearing her coat over a perspirer for the last one-half time of day. She looked around, and saw her car, the electric yellow paint stood out in a sea of grey and black. And there was Stanley, opening the trunk for her bagful. She shrugged her bag off her shoulders and into the car, and then embraced him. He was respectable man, and she had missed him, even if his phone sex biz had left something to be desired. He was sweetly, and she decided she ought to make have it away to him tonight, although, honestly, she wanted naught more than a hot bath and an early night.

It was more than an hour domicile, across town at rush 60 minutes, and she listened to him talk about the problems he was having at work, something about a new supervisor. She must give dozed off at some stop, because the side by side thing she knew, they were pulling up in front of her star sign. Stanley carried her bags inside, and they kissed in the kitchen for a few arcminute ; a proper `` welcome home '' the coldness had denied them at the drome. `` Do you want dinner party ? '' he asked her. `` No. I still feel flagrant from the plane. I 'm going to go take a bath. You eat, though. ``

She went upstairs, and set the water running, to fill up the enormous bathing tub. This can had been what convinced her to buy this house ; the paries were fortunate tan, and the floor terracotta tiles that wrapped around an enormous jacuzzi. The whole thing had the feeling of a Roman Bath ; fleshly and indulgent. She poured rose scented max into the water system ; it frothed into a mint of bubbles. As the tub filled, she began to discase, letting the tutelage of the day drop away with her clothes. She shook out her fuzz, long, red, and curly. It was her best-loved characteristic. When she was a girl, she had longed for the straight blond pilus her booster had, but now, she loved her head of hair ; it made her feel sexy and sinewy, and magical, like an enchantress or a mermaid. She laughed a little at herself, `` Like a mermaid ? What bunk ! ``

She caught herself laughing in the mirror, and she began to look out herself undress, as if watching a stranger. Her hide was wan, almost white, and spangled all over with small brownish lentigo that trailed up her arms, across her shoulders and over her breasts. Her breasts were prominent and grievous, with small pink tit. She put her hand to her breasts, cupping their weight unit, feeling her nipples harden against her palm, and smiled. Stanley loved her chest. They were the only part of her organic structure he ever complimented, and she loved the way his interpreter sounded, husky and strained, when he talked like that, so she let him use them the way he liked. She winced, thinking about the way he pinched her nipples, hard enough to change state them Edward D. White, and they way he pawed at her white meat like a desperate schoolboy. Sometimes, bruises formed on them the next day, purpurate fingerprints like leopard office. She slid her hands down over her delicate belly, and across her wide rose hip, loving the contrast of her red nails against her blench hide.

She stepped into the tub, the hot pee caressing her substructure like a buss as she broke the open of the water. She got in slowly, reveling in the way the water embraced her. Slowly slowly she lowered herself into the heat, feeling the bubbles on her legs like a million tiny knife. She sat down, shuddering with a tingle of excitement as the heat enveloped her ass and her pussy. She turned on the jets, and leaned back, letting the water massage her. In the airport, there had been an ad for Jamaica Air ; the sun setting over the carribean, with the phrase `` Stress ca n't float. '' emblazoned above it. Cheesy as it was, that was how she felt now, the dreaded ache in her juncture sinking to the derriere of the tub, while the bubbles and jet licked at her skin, and pounded her aching muscles. She rubbed the Luffa cylindrica over her blazon and back, its roughness scratching in all the right means. Her hands went to her breasts again, rolling her nipples gently in her digit, softly massaging and lifting them. She cupped them in her hands, the soft peel on their underside slick with the soapy water. She loved the weight of them in her hands, loved the way it felt to be touched there, gently but firmly. She let them go, and ran her slippery hands over her belly, tracing forget me drug around her navel.

She arched her back, letting the H2O financial backing her weighting. She slid her hands behind her, caressing her back, pushing her fists into the little of it, massaging away the gnarl. Her hired man slip depressed, almost of their own accord, sliding across her large round ass. She loved having her ass touched, even spanked, and she loved the phone it made when Stanly smacked them, the bunko game on her skin, and the warmheartedness that radiated out. It did n't suffer ; her ass was well padded after all, but she let him think it did. She loved too the feeling of his hard erection against her ass snap, loved to press herself back against him. She wished often that he would put it in, but he never did. She slid back, letting the jacuzzi jet do what Stanley would not, feeling the water lbf. against her ass, and her manus slue to her pussy. She trailed her fingers through the hair, tracing the trilateral of her cumulation sharpness, sliding her hands between thigh and mound, between belly and mound, loving the smell of finger where no one else would touch her.

She did n't retrieve Stanly despised her fat belly. She had seen his browser history, and knew he preferred his women `` wooden-headed ''. But neither did he seem excited by it. He never touched her here, on her soft underbelly, this intimate and hated part that cried out for erotic love. She had long ago made peace with her fat, and she loved the spirit of her belly, flabby and jiggly, slippery and wet in the tub. When she was a little missy, she 'd had a record of Hellenic myths, that showed Gaia, immersed in the oceans, her knees poking through the water to make the islands. She had loved that image, and often imagined herself to be the Great Goddess when she bathed. She had first discovered her physical structure during those imaginary game, and as she caressed her fat belly and her skag second joint, she felt, once again, the power of the goddess paradiddle through her, awakening and enlivening her.

She slid her hands down, cupping her mound, the slight pressure exciting her. She began to sway against her hand, feeling the pressure of her whole palm pressing down on her button, muffled by her own congregation and sass. She pushed hard, and slid a finger up her slit, her slick juices mingling with the soapy water. She wished Stanley was here. She wanted to feel his strong hands on her, wanted to find the solidity of his organic structure against hers. But, she knew, she 'd never have the courage to distinguish him what she wanted ; her voice disappeared when they made love. She 'd tried to talk to him about it at other times, but he did n't wish to talk about sex. She heard him coming up the stairs. `` This sentence '', she thought. `` Tonight, I 'm going to take bursting charge. ``

Francis Edgar Stanley knocked on the threshold. `` Enter. '' she said, loving the way the Christian Bible felt in her mouthpiece. Not `` seed in '', but `` Enter ''. A command, not an entreat. Stanley pushed open the door backwards. He was carrying a tray, which, given her present state of judgment `` I know you said you did n't desire to eat, but I brought you some succus, and a pot chocolate. I thought it might help your rachis to aching less. '' Her heart welled up. It was as if he 'd study her mind. She opened her mouth to thank him, to praise him for being so thoughtful, but stopped herself. If she was going to take flush, she could n't commence by fawning all over him. `` Be nerveless, '' she thought, `` just be cool. Be a goddess. Goddesses expect to be treated this way. ``

'' Thank you. Go and fetch my bathrobe. '' She raised her voice slightly at the end, but it was n't a head. `` Fetch '' was not a word you used in a request. It was a Holy Scripture you used with servents. With a pet. It was a word of bid. Stanley seemed not to notice, and went off to the sleeping accommodation. She stepped out of the bath, and ate the hot chocolate. The cocoa was creamy and delicious, but she could try the vegetal marijuana behind it, dank and viscous, like the cunt of the Earth Mother. She laughed at herself. `` You 're not even highschool yet ! '' She sipped the Punica granatum juice, frigidity and sweetly tart. `` wine, '' she thought. `` In the lifetime-after-dark porno she was scripting, this should have been wine-coloured. '' She shook her head. `` Fuck it, tho. I do n't like wine. And tonight, I 'm getting what I want. ''

Stanley returned with her bathrobe. `` Hang it up, and dry me with that towel. '' Stanley raised an eyebrow, but he hung the robe on its draw, and enveloped her with the fluffy bloodless towel. `` You 're in the quite the humor, '' he said. She knew she would chicken out if he questioned her. She turned around in his arms, and raised a finger to his lips. `` Shush. No talking. '' He shrugged, and smiled, and continued drying her off. He knelt, drying her branch one at a time, and her nerve beat fast. `` This is really happening. Stanley is kneeling at my feet. '' She opened her legs a little, and he dried the inside of her legs, but did n't bring the hint. He stood back up, and dropped the towel in the hamper. Without being told, he took her robe, and held it exposed for her. Was it potential he was into this too ?

She took his hand, and led him to the chamber. She was starting to panic. She had n't thought this through. She did n't have sex what to tell him. She needed to stall. She sat on the edge of the bed. `` Get undressed. '' she said. He began to pull his shirt off. `` Slowly. '' she said, suppressing a giggle. Once again, he raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, but he did n't kvetch. He pulled off his shirt slowly. He slowly unbuckled his rap. He pulled it free people of the grommet, making a live up to swish noise. He unbuttoned his jean, and stepped out of them. He stood there in his shorts and wind sock. `` Those too, '' she said. `` I want you naked. '' He kicked off his socks, and pulled down his boxershorts, and then he started to number toward her. `` No. Stay there. '' This was really the test, she thought. Would he wait there, or would he object.

Stanley waited. He shuffled uncomfortably from foot to pes, looking embarrassed. He was hard, though. As hard as she 'd seen him in a long time. He reached his hand to his shaft. `` No. No touching yet. secern me what you want. '' She wanted to see him tell her how much he wanted her. She wanted to hear him verbalize dirty. In her pith of hearts, she wanted to try him beg to fuck her. ``

He shuffled, and did n't say anything. Finally he said `` I just want to harbour you. '' She felt her fondness drib, and she had to go along herself from crying. `` Good old Stanley, '' she thought. `` He 's trying. He 's not a perv like me, but he 's trying. '' He must have seen her deflated look, because he tried again. `` I want to make love to you. '' but it sounded like a query. She scoured her mind. `` He 's trying. Just keep going. '' she thought. `` The correct result is'I want to please you .'Let 's try again. ''

'' secernate me what you want. ``

'' I want to please you. ``

'' Good boy. ''

She did n't bonk why she 'd said it. It had just slipped out, but Stanley had a stupid smile on his face, and a flush was creeping over his boldness. `` How can I please you, Sophie ? '' he said, quietly. `` secern me what to do. ``

Ack ! She had n't really believe this far in procession. She did n't fuck what she was supposed to say next. Henry M. Stanley seemed to read her thinker again. `` Not what you think I want to hear. differentiate me what you want. I really do desire to please you. '' and he knelt at the foundation of the bed, and began to rub her feet. She laid back, and thought. What did she want him to do ? She 'd honestly never really thought about it. She enjoyed sex. She enjoyed it a lot. In her younker, she 'd had trouble orgasming, but once she hit about 35, something had come over her, and now she came easily. She did what she thought her partner wanted, and caught her pleasure along the way, almost incidentally. She did n't bullshit it, but she did enhance her orgasms. Performing them in a way Stanley seemed to like. Henry M. Stanley almost never complimented her sexually. He did n't seem displeased, but she felt he never really gave her anything to go on. Once, early in their relationship, he 'd said that he loved how antiphonal she was, and so she tried to keep on her own reactions dialed up to 10 all the meter, despite his almost tally lack of feedback. But now, lost in her own thoughts, she had n't been doing that. It did feel good, what he was doing, and she decided to pay back him with a little moan. She moaned a little and spread her legs a short wider. `` Do you need more than ? '' she asked, and he nodded. She thought about having him kiss her feet, and suck her toes. Her ex had been into that, and she quite enjoyed it, but she did n't want to iron out her luck. `` Now my dorsum. '' she said, and rolled over.

Stanley climbed onto the bed, and began to rub her back. The pot was beginning to kick in, and she felt shimmers and ripples spreading out from his hands. `` Lower '' and Stanley dutifully moved from her shoulders to her back. `` crushed '' she said, and his hands began to massage her lower vertebral column. `` Lower '' she said, and she wriggled her ass for stress. Stanley began to rub her ass, and she sighed in contentment, and then shivered in excitement. He began to follow his fingers lightly up and down her spikelet. He knew that drove her crazy. She arched her back, and he began running his digit over her ass, writing arcane script on them. She picked his hand up and brought it down. This clip he took the hint, and smacked her, making the noise she loved so much. The sting spread with each hit. Twice more, and then it began to hurt. She caught his hand, and rolled over.

'' distinguish me what you want. '' `` I want to please you. '' `` No. Ask for what you want. '' `` Sophie, I want to fuck you. '' He meant it this metre. His voice was deep, and she could see his lecherousness in his eyes. `` No. Not yet. I want your finger first. '' She spread her branch, and he ran a digit along her wet slit. She sighed in contentment. She was enjoying this game. He probed crooking his finger's breadth inside the way she liked. She wriggled and moaned. He pumped his finger in and out. She squirmed beneath him, trying to direct him. `` Tell me how to please you, Sophie. I want to please you. '' `` Push down with your palm on my clit, but do n't meet it directly. '' He complied, and she jumped. `` Do n't stop over fingering me. '' She arched up to him. She wanted more. `` Use the dildo '' she said. She 'd never asked him for this, but she wanted it. `` In the top draftsman. '' He fumbled for a while, but then found it. It was crank, large and ridged, and she gasped as it went in, common cold and slick and intemperate. `` Lick me while you do it. '' she said, and he did, his spit hot and wet against her clitoris while the stale intemperate chicken feed cock filled her and fucked her.

'' secernate me what you want. ``

'' I want to screw you. ``

'' Beg. ``

'' I ... piece of ass, Sophie, please ? Please let me make out you ? I want to eat up my pecker inside of you. delight ? ``

'' You may. ``

And he did.

She came almost as soon as he was inside of her, gasping and moaning and crying out. His cock was strong than it had ever been, and it felt hot inside her after the cold glass. Her whole physical structure was alive, and she came in technicolor waves that shimmered and splashed across her wholly consistence. He came too, gasping and moaning in a way he 'd never done before `` Oh roll in the hay, Oh divinity, Oh Sophie, screwing, screw, I 'm cummmmmmming ! ``

She settled into his arms, his chest solid against her back, his hammer, still semi hard, nestled between her ass buttock. `` Thank you, '' she said. `` Welcome home, darling, '' he said. And they both drifted off to sleep .