A Long Night I

A Long Night I

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Karen's made to keep her promise.

Summary

Karen's made to keep her promise.

Content

Submitted: April 20, 2013

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Content

Submitted: April 20, 2013

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A Long Night

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Karen walked inside of her apartment building, and leaned against the wall while waiting for the elevator to come down. And just before reaching the docking floor, the elevator stopped. She waited… five minutes, then ten… Soon, she could hear the resounding *ding, ding, dinging* of the elevator door, signaling to her that it was either stuck or being held open by a rather inconsiderable border. 

 

Karen picked up her leather bag, and pulled it over her weary shoulder. She removed the sleek, black heels from her tired feet. And with only her nude knee-highs to cover her feet, she reluctantly climbed the stairs… All nine flights. 

 

By the time she reached the fifth floor, she could no longer hear the dinging. And, by the time she made it to the sixth floor, she thought about taking the elevator the rest of the way up. But, she didn’t want to wait on an elevator that would probably never come… So, she kept climbing until she made it to the ninth floor.  

 

Lethargically, she ambled out of the stairwell and up to her door. After finding the key and letting herself inside, Karen sat her heels atop the table, removed her stockings, and collapsed onto her black, leather couch. She took a few moments to compose herself; then, she sat upright, rubbing out the stiffness in the back of her neck, and went into the bedroom. 

 

She had a long day, and at the moment, all that she could think about was washing the day’s work from her body. Karen unbuttoned her jacket and laid it across the bed. She walked to the other side of the bed and stared into the mirror. She removed an elastic, black band from her wrist, and tied her hair back into a ponytail. Then she took off her undershirt and pants, carelessly letting them fall to the floor. 

 

She looked at her near-naked body in the shadowy mirror. And for a brief moment, she stopped to reminisce… Her body hadn’t changed much since she was eighteen… of course her legs were longer, and her thighs were leaner, but she looked pretty much the same. Now, she was twenty-seven with a certain air of womanliness about her.  

 

Karen caressed her tired shoulders and arms. Then slowly unhinged her bra and pulled down one strap. She did it very artfully and carefully, briefly remembering how embarrassed she had felt doing so eleven years ago. Now, however, she was far more experienced. The bra slipped a little further, and she could see the light-brown outlining of her areole peeking through the sheer fabric. Karen found herself blushing. 

 

She felt a little shy and embarrassed for looking at herself. The little girl inside of her was ashamed, but the woman inside felt bold. For the first time in a long time, she was being audacious. But she felt too tired to continue her admiration. 

 

She removed her bra completely and entered the bathroom. Karen prepared to take off her underwear until she noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye. She gasped and turned quickly, clutching her breasts and covering them with her arms. 

 

“Welcome home,” the man said, running his hands through his tawny hair. It was Jake,  Karen’s boyfriend, sitting on the toilet seat. For a while, he had been waiting for her to get home from work. Karen stared at him, her mouth slightly agape.  

 

“So you forgot…”  

 

“Forgot what, exactly?” she inquired. 

 

“Tonight was supposed to be our night to be together, remember? You promised…” 

 

“Oh, right…” she said, suddenly recalling. “I’m so sorry…I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” 

 

“But you promised this time…“ 

 

“I’m sorry, Jake…“ 

 

“So… does that mean you’re cancelling again…?” 

 

“Well… it was such a long day, and… I just--” 

 

“You just don’t have the time…?” 

 

“I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean it that way…” 

 

“Karen--” 

 

“Jacob, listen--” 

 

“I’ve done quite enough listening.”  

 

Karen bit her lip and watched as Jake stood from where he was sitting. He crept closer to her, and put one finger under her chin. 

 

“I promise I won’t get in your way,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. 

 

His lips felt so soothing ’gainst her own… so firm, yet so gentle. His hands caressed her bareback, making her remember that she had been holding her breasts within her arms the entire time.  

She suddenly felt embarrassed, and Jake could tell. She pulled away a little and blushed. 

 

“I really need to… to take my shower before night escapes me…” she said, blushing once again. 

 

“…I don’t think you’ll be able to do that,” Jacob said. 

“Why not?” 

 

He pulled the shower curtain back, and Karen became noticeably overwhelmed. The tub was filled with hot water, and it brimmed over with bath salts and bubble bath. Karen gasped. 

 

“You did this for me…?” 

 

Jacob nodded as Karen prepared to get into the water. 

 

“Wait a second,” he said, pointing down at her underwear. “You’re gonna bathe with those on?” 

 

“Well, um…” Karen murmured, blushing even harder. 

 

“Come here,” Jake said, pulling her backside closer to him. He placed one hand on her stomach, to keep steady, and used the other hand to pull down her underwear. 

 

Filled with butterflies, Karen held onto Jacob and slowly stepped out of her undergarments. She felt a rush of shame and excitement all at once when feeling him run his fingers alongside her bare leg. 

Then, he held onto her arm and helped her into the bathtub. Karen sank into the water… It was so… warm.

 

She leaned back and rested her head against the rim of the tub. For a moment, she closed her eyes and nearly forgot that Jacob was there. Her skin tingled… Karen let her arms sink to the bottom of the tub. She could feel the stress and work of the day washing away from her skin and melting away from her bones. 

 

Then suddenly, she felt stirring in the water. Karen opened her eyes to see Jacob dipping a washcloth in... She chanced to speak, but he put a finger to her lips and continued to soak the cloth in the tub. 

 

 


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