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by
Lynette Mae
My shift is finally over. I drive home from work, exhausted, sweaty,
numb from another night of mindlessly solving the problems of the city’s
downtrodden and lost. The rainy season
of Florida had arrived with a vengeance and I spent fully one half of my shift
slogging through torrential downpours and knee deep waters to solve the
problems of warring lovers and assisting stranded motorists caught in the
deluge of rushing waters without warning.
Once the rain abated, darkness fell and the city became a dirty,
sweltering sauna where the inhabitants commit unspeakable atrocities on each
other. Nobody calls for a police officer when they are happy, in love or
untroubled. No, the heat brings out the
worst in people and once their pain boils over into physical conflict then they
call us.
My squad, ten in number
had handled roughly one hundred calls for service on this mean and torturous
night, leaving us tired, drenched and ready for the end of the shift. Throughout the
night, they had summoned me, their sergeant and leader to assist them in the
most difficult decisions, or to handle the latest aggrieved citizen hopefully
to prevent the next internal affairs investigation. As I pull into the drive I long for the
sanctuary of home, a dry bed and you.
Stripping off my uniform,
the release of the Velcro on my duty belt and the straps on the body armor
making sharp noises in the otherwise still house, I feel the coolness of the
air conditioning begin to ease the fire under my skin. Having shed the layers of work attire and
finally my underwear, I walk nude across the living room and slide open the
patio door, stepping onto the lanai. The
night air is still thickly hot and muggy.
I step silently down the three steps into the pool.
Cool relief envelopes my
overheated body as I noiselessly submerge myself into the crystal water. The light from the full moon overhead and the
soft glow of the garden lighting outside of the screen enclosure are the only
illumination in the otherwise dark backyard.
Dipping below the surface and pushing off from the side of the pool, I
cross the length underwater and surface on the other side. The chill of the water penetrates my body’s
core, exhilarating and soothing at once.
I turn onto my back and float weightlessly in the stillness, the
peaceful comfort of home soothing away the tension of the twelve hour shift.
Once again, I dive below
the surface reveling in the sensation of the water flowing over every inch of
my naked body. The water obliterating
all sound, enveloping me in soothing liquid quiet and suspending my body within
the alternate peaceful reality, I am suffused with tranquility.
Surfacing at the far end
of the pool in the shadows, I am suddenly aware of eyes upon me. My eyes track toward the sliding patio doors to
find you standing in the doorway, silhouetted in the light of the living room,
watching me in the water. Our eyes meet
across the humid night. A knot of desire
twists in my stomach as you step onto the deck, your face intensely focused,
staring; your lips turned up into a soft, sultry smile. I open my mouth to ask you about your day,
but the smoldering look in your eyes steals the air from my lungs and the words
die on my lips.
Wordlessly, you drop your
gun belt and remove your outer uniform shirt, ballistic vest and t-shirt,
exposing your small, firm breasts and tightly muscled abdomen in the moonlight. My breath catches in my chest. Heaviness in my stomach that is spreading
between my legs is making it difficult to tread water. I cross to the built in seat area along the
wall in the deep end of the pool, bringing me closer to the side, closer to
where you are standing in just your BDU pants and boots now.
I watch you bend over to
untie your boots, loving the way your breasts sway in front of you as you work
the laces free. Stepping from the boots
and socks, you unbutton the front of your pants, slide them down over your hips
to your ankles and step free. My
breathing is faster now, taking in every inch of your perfectly proportioned,
beautiful form. I can feel wetness
seeping between my legs, having nothing to do with the water in the pool and my
nipples grow tight with desire at the sight of you standing before me so beautiful
and proud in the moonlight. You smile
knowingly and slide into the water beside me, settling on the step and taking
my hand to pull me to you. My legs slide
around your waist as you reach around to grab my ass and settle my sex tightly
against your muscled stomach.
The coolness of the water
on my back and legs contrasts with the heat at the points of contact between
our bodies. Faces inches apart, our eyes
lock in a mesmerizing stare. Your hazel
eyes that change color like a mood ring, always allow me to read your emotions
and needs. Right now they are a deep
indigo, smoldering with desire so intense that I shudder in anticipation of
your touch. As you feel my wet heat on
your stomach, your mouth quirks up at the corners with just the hint of a
smile, while playful laughter dances across the landscape of your hungry
eyes. Tilting your chin up slightly you
touch the tip of your tongue to my lips and trace their outline slowly before
gently entering to begin the enticing slow dance with mine.
Soon, my head is spinning
and my breath has fled as my heart attempts wildly to fly from my chest. I
shift my pelvis attempting to bring my now aching tissues into tighter contact
with your torso. The movement shifts the water between our bodies momentarily
and I can feel my hot liquid desire flowing into the cool water. Your hand immediately steals down my abdomen,
sliding into the warm folds of tissue.
With the pad of one finger, you trace the contours with feather light
caresses, carefully avoiding the sensitive tip of my clitoris as I moan softly
in your ear.
Capturing a stiff nipple
in your talented mouth, your tongue flicks the tip to the same rhythm as your
finger moves at my center. I drive my
hands into the thick hair at the back of your head and push you more firmly
against my breast forcing it fully into your mouth. Soon, you turn your attention to the other
breast, sliding your tongue across the valley between them as you move, then
perform the same ritual on the second, alternately sucking, nipping, devouring
as your finger continues to exquisitely torment the base of my clit. My blood roars in my head with the overload
of glorious sensation radiating through every nerve ending of my body.
I feel the delicious
tingle of my building climax ripple from my stomach toward my groin, the pressure
intensifying with each practiced stroke you give. Coherent thought is becoming impossible as
the buzzing in my brain blocks out any other sensations save your incredible
touch. My hips buck forward
automatically, impaling myself on your fingers, my back arches and I allow my
head to fall back into the water, moaning with pleasure. Knowing my body, my need, you slide two
fingers smoothly inside and my clit jumps and throbs against your thumb. I feel the vibration of your satisfied
chuckle against my breast as your mouth continues its exquisite torture on my
nipples.
Head tossed back with
abandon, the water covering my ears drowning out all other sound, I can hear you driving me to orgasm through
the water. Your arm working in the water
makes a soft whooshing sound around the muffled slapping sound of your palm
striking the outside of my sex with each push.
The combination of feeling and sound sends my body soaring even as the
orgasm overtakes me and my internal muscles grip and pull you deeper
inside. Deeper. Harder. Yes.
My head drops to your
shoulder as you cradle me in your lap.
Your hand is still inside me while the tremors fade and I surrender,
boneless into your certain embrace.
Softly you paint feather light kisses along my neck and collar bone
until I finally still. Raising my head
to look into your amazing eyes, that are now a soft satisfied blue that
tenderly gaze at me, I am overcome once again by the depth of our love. Smiling softly, you place a tender kiss on my
lips, and whisper, “Welcome home.”
LKB 3/08