Reclining Nude in Chicago by Fifi Flowers

Author:Fifi Flowers [Flowers, Fifi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00GQBQFCO
Publisher: Champagne Girl Studio
Published: 2013-12-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Last night after receiving Emerson’s suggestive text, I proceeded to get things ready for his visit. First, I rushed out to the local market and filled a basket with a variety of tasty morsels. I hoped to spend most of our time together alone. I wanted him all to myself in my place. Returning home, I put everything away and a cleaning frenzy ensued. Falling into bed after a quick shower, I tossed and turned all night anticipating being penetrated by a hard body. That was his enticing word! Too tired to find the strength to release my agonizing, I finally fell asleep. Waking up bright and early, I stretched my naked body along my cool, crisp sheets and began to tingle from head to toes again. Today was check-in day. A delicious houseguest would soon be joining me. I moaned at the thought and slipped my hand between my moistened thighs. I knew I would never make it through the day without some relief. Even though he could’ve arrived at any moment, right then I needed an orgasm.

Dragging my partial sated body from the comfort of my bed, I went about my daily routine minus activities that took me away from my apartment. Coffee, pastry and a run through of a variety of yoga poses; my morning flew by with no arrival. Moving into the afternoon, I opened my laptop and began researching future art prospects and chatted with a few friends online; trying to keep my mind occupied.

When early evening rolled around, I was wondering if I had imagined Emerson’s text and went in search of my cell phone. No, I wasn’t crazy, the message was still there and no, no new messages had arrived. Next thought; maybe he changed his mind… or found more suitable accommodations. Having no idea what else to do while I waited, I uncorked a bottle of red wine; it was cocktail time after all. Unwrapping a creamy wedge of brie cheese, I opened a package of baked parmesan crisps, curled up on my sofa and absentmindedly listened to music as the hours rolled by. Before I knew it, it was nine o’clock and a relaxing bath sounded like a good idea, pouring the last glass of wine from the bottle I headed for my big claw footed tub. It proved to be the opposite of relaxing, so I climbed out, dried off and grabbed a silk robe. Things didn’t appear in my favour tonight and I swore, “shit,” as I dropped the robe sash in the emptying bath water. Pulling the tie from the belt loops, I tossed it and stalked into the kitchen with the empty bottle and wine glass as the doorbell began ringing.

With my heart beating wildly, I padded across the floor weaving a bit as I went. Apparently, a hot tub and a whole bottle of wine had relaxed me more than I thought. Without looking through the peephole, I threw open the door to the most beautiful man.

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