Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 8th Flake
Hunched over I glare down at my hand, covered in dried flakes of my earlier orgasm. Defeated I looked around to see where my room might be. I slap myself in the head, “I am so stupid.”
Hunched over I walk over to a door to my left. Since it has not been used by her it could be mine. Is what I thought when I opened it. To look over my shoulder to her door I shook my head, entering the room and felt the consistency of the floor underneath me change to something softer.
The room I chose to walk into was laid with carpet and a bed fixed in the middle. The head board on the far side had a window reaching up to the ceiling and behind it left a gap to another set of windows. From the window one could see freely for miles. Almost everything was white except for the few accent colours of green. An apple green.
‘Was this al fixed for this occasion?‘ I undress my self walking over to the window passed the bed. Dropping my shirt to the floor. Lights turned it self on as I walked on to a tiled section. Small spotlight shone down onto bath. It all looked so pristine and perfect. I turned the knob above the bath and water seeped down from the ceiling. The water was ice cold as it hit my back an I quickly tried another knob to turn, only to see the water fall from a sloth in the wall into the bath. When I stood up I could find a glimpse of the foot end of the bed.
I undress on the 20th floor over looking the town and lowered myself in the bath. Sinking away in a world of dreams. Unaware of what was occurring in the other room of Ms. Sneaux.
She had retreated into her room and fell on her bed. Tears bled from her eyes into her pillow she was suffocating in a tight grip. The robe had loosened up and showed her luscious curves laid exposed with a little blush on her chest.
“How could I not say anything? I could have asked you… to… God I wanted…” With a turn at the hips she repositioned her body to her back and have the robe drop to her sides fully exposing her body. With a swift touch of her finger tips she wiped away a tear.
“Mr. Charmallot, I want it to be you… I want you to be the man I see in my dreams. Not once have I seen his face. Could it be you?” Her words soften as she speaks about him. Eyes glisten a fiery new found passion.
“Would this be destiny, we have met here. I want it to be true. I want to know if it is you who set me on fire in my dreams. If it might be you who wakes me with my fingers clenched between my thighs with an euphoric scream.
Her hands glide across her body to where her thighs meet. “Just thinking about it makes me wet.”
To be continued…