We spent several hours working alongside each other, where I relished his laughter and flirtatiousness. Seeing him joyfully and generously carry bags of mulch, and watch the sweat trickle down his face, caused more arousal than ever imagined. Not because of his strength, but as a man, a gentleman, he worked so hard to help me do the things I can't. Today he was perfect.
As we drove home he offered to get dinner so I could take the warm shower he knew I longed for? Right then I wanted him more than the relaxing pleasure the hot shower offered me. As I stripped the dirt laden clothes off, the steams lull quickly drew me in.
Every cleaning motion of the soap over my sore body reminded me of him…his gentle, exhilarating touches across my breast, the lightness of his upward caress along my inner thigh, his powerful, penetrating yet soothing, massage of my back and neck. This was perfection.