Midnight Lingerie
“How’d you like it?”
“It’s a little scratchy, almost ticklish.”
She laughs, rolls over and gets out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. Her hourglass figure sways back and forth with every step; her butt making that little jump right before it swings back to the opposite side..just like a metronome. I watch her as she leans over the sink, peering at herself in the mirror. She touches her lips ever gently then smoothes over her eyebrows with her left index figure. I had always wanted a lefty.
“You look fine,” I said, hopelessly of course. Pretty women are always amusing; they have this air about them about how they look and use it as an advantage when guys try to make moves on them. But once you’re with them, it goes away. They require constant reassurance that they’re beauty hasn’t faded. No matter how often you tell them they look great, they can always find a fault in their appearance.
“I hate the way my left cheek hangs lower than my right. It destroys the whole balance of my face.”
“I’ve never even noticed.”
She turns around and looks at me, almost blank eyed. Slowly, her stare becomes relaxed as a smirk appears across her face. She scampers back to bed, hopping solely on her toes. Her breasts jump softly in her black lingerie, the lingerie I bought her for occasions like this. She moves close and lays on top of me, stretching her arm across my chest. She nuzzles her nose against my neck and so I turn to face her, head on.
“I love the tropics,” she says with a laugh, “all those palm trees and the beaches..and the sand between my toes. I love that feeling so much. Thank you for taking me.”
“Thank you for coming,” I reply.
I may seem short for words but it’s not without reason. I’ve told Ashley so much already. She knows how I feel, she knows not to worry. If anything, I’m the one who should be careful. She has a lingering boyfriend, a guy from a while back. Things used to be good between them but now the romance is gone. She tells me she’s trying to say good bye but every now and then they have a midnight rumble. Breakups can last for months.
Not to worry though, I know for a fact that when we get back everything is going to be peachy. This vacation isn’t without reason. Sure it’s nice to get away and spend some time together, alone and away from it all. But every time you go on a trip for pleasure you’re leaving business behind. Right now my business with the boyfriend, and my workforce is dealing with him; making sure he’s going to leave Ashley alone and take a trip somewhere, get away for a while. Time wasn’t taking care of the situation so I felt it necessary to take matters into my own hands.
“I really like you Daniel.”
“I like you too Ashley.”
She lets out a deep breath and falls into my chest. I cup my hand along the left side of her face, still not noticing her hanging cheek. Raising her head softly, I slowly move mine towards hers. Our lips meet and match like usual, but there’s something to it now that wasn’t there before. I press her face against mine, our tongues meet. She places her arm around my neck. We fall back into bed.
