"You'll never forget it," she said as the drips ran from her eyes delicately running the meticulous makeup preparation from a few hours before. His stare either meant he was close to leaving or close to moving in for the kill. She couldn't decide which he would choose, but had a beggar’s chance on the bowery he was going to move in "for the kill". He stepped closer and she closed her eyes, maybe for the last time as a single woman.

Hours before she had prepped with meticulous preparation for the evening. It starts as always with a trip to the closet to pick from the seemingly meager set of outfits. Tonight, she knew she wanted the black semi-formal. "Hmm, maybe he'll get the semi tonight!" she thought as she pulled it from under the plastic cleaner's garment cover, holding the hanger eye level gazing up and down at the masterpiece of seamstress work.

It's fitted bodice was garnished with a cropped sleeve, decorated with small sequins. It's neck scooped sensually teasing its viewers with a hint of cleavage. She would spray a hint of her favorite perfume, the good stuff, at that spot after her shower. Interrupting her thoughts was a brief flash of light and a distant roll of soft thunder.

As a little girl her daddy had taught her to count between the flashes of light and the first sounds of thunder. They would sit up lat at night after she had been roused by the storm. Her father would come into her room and reassure her there was nothing to fear. She was safe with mommy and daddy. He would teach her to look for the light and count. "One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two," rumble "it's 2 daddy," and her father would respond with, "It's about a mile, honey, and I think that's longer than the last so it must be moving away." Eventually, she would fall asleep counting. Her father was near genius she realized now, not only did he comfort and love her, but he swiftly got her mind concentrating on things besides her fear and helped her fall asleep.

She only hoped the man she would see tonight would be that funny, kind, loving and smart as a friend companion and maybe even a lover. Daddy wasn't there for her as much as an adult, but always there when his "pumpkin" needed him.

She went back to preparations which rivaled a Thanksgiving meal. The dress rested on its hanger atop the bathroom door. The steam from the shower would help soften the slight wrinkles from the closet, "and I hope that steam softens mine as well," she thought as she adjusted the knob for hot and cold and to her self wondered if she would ever forget that "C" on a Mexican faucet meant "caliente" or hot. "Oh, how the world gets along, I do ... not ... know."

She slipped out of her big plaid boxers, commando from her workout in the spare bedroom. Her t-shirt slipped over her hair revealing her sports bra, holding back her ample breasts. She shook her head to clear the eyes of unnecessary hair. Her right hand slipped the runnaways from her eyes and over her right ear. He knee bent and she pushed back the ornate shower curtain letting the steam escape like school children from the doors on the last day of school. Gently she stepped over the lip of the tub and went into to seductive waters.

She faced away from the shower and tilted her head back to let the water rinse her scalp and wash out the salt from her sweat. With her eyes closed she took her manicured nails and ran them up her temples and down through her slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length hair. "Claire De Lune" played on the stereo mere steps outside the shower. She reached for the shampoo and squeezed the allotted 3-quarter-sized pool in her hands. Gently the soap worked its magic into the threads of her hair. Her breasts now glistened with warm water as it ran down her body briefly detouring between her legs.

She reached for the gel to shave her legs and "privates" as her mother called them. Before she started she reached gently between her legs and cleaned the crevices where her legs and womanhood met. Her thumb brushed her clit and she wanted soooo much more than she had time for, well, maybe she had time in a minute.

The gel went on, and the razor came out. The delicate skin of her runner's legs slipped beneath the razor's edge taking only the small hairs left from a long day. Up and down stroking but not nicking her skin. Once the curves and straight-aways were slick she started between her legs. Gently her leg lifted to the edge of the tub to get every hair. "Why," she thought. "Why do this?" "You know why," she answered herself in a silent soliloquy. "Because you want to get laid and getting a pube in your teeth is gross. Why subject someone else to that?"

The conversation continued, "Then I must be expecting a little something foreign to be around there sometime tonight." "Maybe," came the response, and with that she stroked the razor around the gently skin from her ass to her clit. One stroke, then two, and a slow race car drivers exchange over all the other parts.

"Mmmm, nice and smooth," she thought and not only enjoyed the smooth and slick sensation, but the arousing tips of her fingers. She rubbed more intently. Her middle finger rubbed right down the line separating her outer lips. Every crease of her finger bumped and stimulated her growing and throbbing clit. Her head went back into the shower and she felt the warm water touch her with its gently fingers, warming and caressing her. People refer to water as a woman, but today, it was all man. Strong, warm, relaxing and cleansing.

Her foot still on the side of the tub, she rubbed in random patterns to vary the stimulation and prolong the arousal. Cold air whipped in and out of her nostrils. Her left hand gripped the curtain rod for balance as the sensation became stronger and she felt the room begin to slip away. Her own reality shifting to a place only she took herself.

The thick spin was much more evident but mixed with her masculine partner on a quick trip to the drain. Her lips parted and let out a hushed, "Ohhhh," and in a matter of seconds was close to cumming. She lowered her head and moved with intent and purpose. "Ya, ya, ya, mmmmm," and it became a slow dance with the colors and light and sounds all around her.

"Ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaa," and then it was over and on to further preparations. "If only putting on makeup was this good, " she giggled to herself.

( To be continued )

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