Friday, October 12, 2012

A simple tale of the end of a day.

It had been a beautiful July evening.  Typical of the East Bay, a coolness blew in about 5pm and took away the days modest warmth.  The light cloud cover flirted with the yellowness of the setting sun, but never really lit up in a majestic way.

There was a party played out below that cool evening sky.  The family enjoying a summer gathering to celebrate the success of one of the younger members, you know those parties, graduations, engagements, new jobs.  One of those.  In amongst the crowd was one of the older cousins, a beautiful young woman.  Those around her who knew her best noticed an extra glow to her this evening, and not after that third whiskey sour, but when her i-phone started beeping.  There he was, crashing this party via TXT, but she looked so good on it that they didn't care.  They all kinda knew by the way she had been acting of late that there was someone new on the horizon, and they all wished her well.

She bowed out early from the gathering and headed home.  I think we should follow her to make sure she doesn't stray.  Her claims of being unwell seemed real, her voice had been husky, and she had been a little less chatty than usual.

When she got home the first thing she did was to try an old remedy, a hot toddy and a warm bath.  She started the water running into that old claw foot tub (I kid you not, it was an older house), and reached for the bottle of Bodytime bubble bath, custom scented the way she liked, vanilla with a hint of ginger and cloves.  Then she returned to the kitchen and started the kettle, pouring a generous shot of whiskey into a tumbler and adding a spoonful of orange blossom honey and the juice of a fresh lemon.

Onto the bedroom where she started to disrobe.  The thin silken scarf had eased the evening chill, but as she discarded it she knew it was pretty but had not been practical enough.  She rubbed the sides of her slender neck, rubbing some warmth in.  She kicked of her strappy shoes, and reached behind to unfasten her playfully short dress, the one that had left her slender legs to cool too far.  She knew who would be wanting to help unzip her, she’d been teasing him by SMS all evening.  She wanted to be unzipped by him, but not tonight, not with this nagging sore throat, not with having to be ready for a day’s hiking tomorrow.

Stood there in her bra and panties, she saw herself in the full length mirror, and imagined how he would look at her.  She knew he’d see only the good things, but what does he like?  She imagined him stood behind her, the way he’d described a few weeks ago in a playful email, just holding her gently, an arm around her waist, and kissing her here, she reached her hand to lift her hair clear of the back of her neck, caressing where he would plant his lips next time he saw her.

Her reverie was broken by the piercing whistle of her kettle.  She grabbed her perfunctory terry towel robe and went into the kitchen to add the final ingredient to her drink.  The alarum had also brought her to the bath in time to find the water tank had flushed through its slowly gathered hot water, and was now running in tepid.  She pulled the sleeve up on her robe, and swished the scalding and mellow water layers together.

The finishing touches? Yes, light a couple of tea-lights, turn off the overhead light. Robe, bra and panties to the ground; and step through the cool popping bubbles into the sub-foam tropical water. She sank to her knees and painted sleeves of bubbles onto her graceful, slender arms. Her limbs delighted in the delicate feel of lacy foam.  Her nose pleased by the baking smells of her bath. She sank her cute behind onto the cold iron of the tub, stretched her limbs to the length of the bath, and sipped on the warming toddy. Her body started to warm not only from the drink, and the bath but also from another source; that final ingredient being a lusty glow for her new beau.

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