Personal Space [ff][masturbation]

The first time I was in her house, I only stayed for an hour. I was flushed and nervous. I filled her space with my presence and breathed deeply, the air she left behind. My shirt was stuck to my back by the time I left, soaked with nervous sweat – my panties sodden with the excitement of it all. I already knew I was going to do it again.

It took many weeks for me to grow comfortable- to take my time. I knew I was breaking the rules; trespassing in so many ways. I stayed longer and longer, getting to know her through the inanimate objects she’d touched and chosen to surround herself with. Eventually, I began planning my whole day around being there; staying the morning and working in the afternoon. I knew her routine and entered through the back as she left for the day. Locks clicked into place as my feet crept silently over the threshold.

I finished the pot of coffee she left, half full and still warm, and swept the crumbs from her muffin into the sink. I ate the fruit that would spoil if not consumed – she always bought too much for just one person. I read the headlines. I knew she’d twisted her lip over and tossed a teasing line to mind her blood pressure into the empty kitchen. I liked to think my words would linger in the space and eventually she would hear them echo, from time to time.

I touch her things almost as much as I touch myself.

I unmade her bed and rolled in her sheets, feeling the cheap cotton scratch my starved skin. She was frugal with her home- but she lived hard and well and the worn in feeling she left behind made me feel close to her. I wrapped myself in them and the scrape of their coarseness over my naked skin, abraded my nipples and tangled my hair. I gripped my breasts in each hand and bruised my flesh with my fingers, wishing they were hers. I pressed my face to her pillows and moaned loud in the silent house, my wet gasps leaving kisses on the cotton while I wished for her weight above me and her fingers in my holes. I wouldn’t just let her do anything she pleased but beg her for the privilege of being used as she wished.

In her bathroom, I used her toothbrush and steamed in her shower. The shampoo was all wrong for my hair type but made me smell like a fresh version of her and I was eager to sweat again. Eager to smell the mingled aroma of our frenzy. The ginger scented lather caressed me as it chased the length of my body to the drain. I washed my hair twice just to bask in it.

With my back pressed against cold white tile, I used her razor to shave my pussy and when it was bare I stroked my clit until it burned with sensation, imagining I was coming on her face, her mouth, her chin, her tongue.

I closed my eyes as the water streamed around me and saw myself pressed against the glass door with her hands holding me in place at my neck while she fucked me from behind with her long fingers. The slick sounds of her flesh sliding against the backs of my thighs and my ass would reverberate in the small steamy space. We would fill the room with the sounds of our ecstasy and rushing water.

I stroked the opening of my sex with slick fingers for a long time, feeling my empty cunt spasm and clench with a need to be filled. Her fingers would fit inside me perfectly, touching every inch and stretching me deliciously. I wanted her to pump them in and out of me until I begged her to stop. I wanted her to claim me as her own.

I brought myself to climax twice in her shower and wrapped myself up in her sunshine yellow robe with the monogram lapel. I stroked the swirling J with my index finger and roamed the halls of her house, looking at her photographs from around the world. She had friends in France and Portugal; which seemed nice in the summer.

In her living room, I pressed my face into the plants on the window sills and inhaled the verdant scent of the ferns and lilies she tended to. I was careful with her couch, making sure not to come on the cushions. It was new after all. I lit the peach candle on her coffee table and turned on her TV- rewatching the last episode of some obscure show I knew she spent her nights tuning out the world to.

I imagined going down on her while she relaxed after work, wanting to taste her on my lips more than any food or wine. I wanted to feel her hands in my hair, pulling the curls at the root as I licked her soaked folds and traced her labia with my tongue. I knew the sounds she’d make as I dipped inside her opening and tasted her arousal, would be divine. I wanted to seal my mouth to her and suckle her clit until her pussy was so needy she begged me to fuck her. I needed her to come against my tongue and permeate my senses until the only thing I would ever crave would be her wet scent and the taste of her orgasm.

I pictured in my mind that afterwards, we would lie together in silence while I stroked her hair, her face, and her neck. I’d softly touch every inch of her, reassuring her and myself that I would always want the sensation of her skin under my fingertips. That I would always want to open my eyes to her- that I would be hungry for her always.

I held that fantasy close, lying on her couch and staring at the ceiling. Her home felt like my home. Even there alone I felt close to her and wanted to cling to the familiarity of her space for as long as I could. Would she let me? Would she want me the same way?

When the clock above her stove read 3pm, I put her robe in the wash and slipped my touch hungry body back into my clothes. I blew out the candle and washed the coffee mug I used along with her dishes from breakfast. I remade her bed and picked up the stray pieces of clothing she’d left strewn around the room. The shower was clean but I scrubbed and rinsed it for good measure and took the time to pick my long blonde curls out of her hairbrush. I swept the floors, took out the trash, and watered her plants.

At 5:30, I heard her keys slide into the lock and felt my heart pound faster while my mouth went dry. Normally I would be gone by now, but not today. This time I wanted to see her.

“Hi, Nadine!”

Her voice was like music to my ears after a day of silence, her smile warming my face like a ray of sunshine. Basking in it, I wonder if I’ve taken too long to respond.

“Hi Jessica, how are you today?”

She puts her purse down on the couch, exactly where not more than three hours ago I was lying, wrapped in her robe and imagining our bodies slick with sweat and each other’s pleasure. I can feel my face flushing and hope she doesn’t notice my nipples tightening beneath my loose cotton shirt.

“Great! You’re here late,” her large brown eyes look curiously around the room. “I know I left it a mess, I hope it didn’t take you too long to clean up?”

“No, not at all – I had some things to do before getting started this morning.”

“That’s a relief – you know I’m such a slob.”

I smile and shake my head, picking up my cleaning supplies and preparing to leave. She’s perfect, right down to the small messes she leaves behind.

“Well thank you again for coming this week – I know you have a lot of houses to clean. See you next Thursday?”

“Of course Jessica, it would be my pleasure.”

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