by Stacey McCoy
The bathroom is steamy from the warm water filling the bath. The smell of the frangipani bath oil placed beside the bath for our use fills the room.
Jake walks over and sits me down on the side of the bath then starts to slowly undress me. My shoes are first. He places them neatly on the floor then rises to rid me of my jeans. I stand as he undoes my button and lowers the zip. I give a little wiggle of my hips as he pulls my jeans towards the floor. He leaves my underwear on, for now.
Jake stands in front of me, tall, strong, sexy. His hands start to move all over my body. My shirt is over my head and is thrown onto the floor by my shoes and jeans. Jake unclips my bra and my breasts are freed and react accordingly to Jake’s presence. He lets my bra fall onto the floor along with my other clothes. Then he stands back and takes a good long hard look at me. I can see his eyes travelling over every inch of my body. His actions don’t make me feel uncomfortable; if anything he makes me feel more confident with my body. I feel like I’m a sexy, bold woman, so I begin to act like one. I step back and ask Jake to take off his clothes.
“Don’t you want to do it for me?” he asks.
“No. I want to watch you undress.”
“You’ve seen a bit of that lately.”
“Hmm yes I have and I gotta tell you I don’t think I will get tired of it anytime soon.”
“Well then, whatever the lady wants, she gets.”
Jake starts to undress. His movements are slow and sensual. Then I remember his stage name, The Son of Sensuality.
“Is this how you got your name?”
“What do you mean?” Jake pauses.
He only has his jeans on now. His body is a sculpture of pure perfection from his blonde short hair all the way down to his manicured toes.
“Oh yeah…The Son of Sensuality. My name is a nice way of saying I’m slow and I like to take my time.”
His spoken words purposely slow. His voice low and sexy as hell.
“Oh.”
I take my scantly underwear off and climb into the bath. Jake can see that I’ve grown slightly uncomfortable. I don’t feel jealous, but I can’t help but think he got his name, also, because of his actions off stage.
He sits on the edge of the bath and runs his fingers down the side of my face as he further explains the reason for his stage name.
“I got my name because when I first started dancing I was awkward. It’s like when I’m nervous I talk fast and I need to remind myself to slow down. So I used the same concept on stage. I came across as sensual, not slow and uncoordinated. I could have been called a lot worse, so I ran with it.”
“Fair enough.” I feel better for hearing his explanation.
Jake takes his jeans off. He’s wearing black tight trunks and I can see his penis is hard. The outline of the ridge of its head is obvious as it stretches against the cotton material.
“Do you like what you see Kat?”
Breathlessly I answer, “Yes.”
“Would you like to see more?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t hear you.”
I scream out, “YES.”
Jake laughs. He hooks his thumbs under the elastic band of his trunks and begins to tease them down. Just as he gets close to releasing his penis he turns around and flashes his bum at me. I let out a squeal and throw my head back into the water. By the time I open my eyes Jake has jumped into the bath with me and I’ve missed my opportunity to see his fully naked body standing before me. I’m sure I’ll have another chance soon enough. He’ll have to get out of the bath at some stage.
The bath is so big and deep I’m able to lay back with my legs spread over Jakes while my bottom sits on the base of the bath near Jake’s feet, all the while completely covered in warm water.
We take our time and wash each other slowly. This is the best way to explore each other’s bodies.
I take note that Jake has no tan line. He must get spray tanned fully nude. I wonder who the lucky girl is that gets to do that job. I intentionally avoid Jake’s ample male anatomy as I continue to run my soapy hands all over his body. Teasing my way around the sensitive areas surrounding his penis, again and again.
He lays back, closes his eyes as he begins to lift his hips, ever so slightly, every time I get close to his length.
Finally I give in to his needs. I decide to run my fingers up his thighs and cup his full testicles with one hand and grab a firm hold of his throbbing penis with my other hand. Jake lets out a satisfying and wanting sound. I immediately want to hear that sound again. It’s like I have a sudden urge to bring him to his knees. I want him to beg for more, and more I plan to give him.
My slippery hand allows me to pulse his penis with ease as I lightly squeeze his testicles with my other hand. Jake’s eyes are closed tightly as he leans back into the warm, fragrant water. He allows his head to rest against the back of the bath as he holds onto its sides. To see Jake so turned on by what I’m doing to him is making my own sexual desire increase dramatically. I’m not sure what I want more now. To see Jake come undone under my control would be gratifying, or I could be indulgent and use his body to satisfy my own growing needs.
I concentrate on pleasuring Jake. I quicken my pace. Jake starts to moan louder. His breath heavy and deep. He looks me in the eye and says, “You’re going to make me come you know that right?”
“Yes, I know. That’s my plan.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” he screams through gritted teeth.
I position myself on my knees between Jake’s thighs. His back arches. His body stiffens. He pushes back into the bath causing every muscle in his arms to be defined. His actions causing him to rise up out of the water. I continue my assault on his penis. Pulling and tugging harder and faster.
Just as he’s about to climax, I close my mouth over the head of his penis and instantly receive a mouthful of hot abundant and tasty come. I can feel it hit the back of my throat as he erupts into my mouth. Jake comes hard and loud. I watch with pure delight and need as I suck every last bit of fluid from him.
My god I’m so fucking turned on right now. As Jake calms and his body sinks back into the water my needs continue to escalate.
“Jake,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he says in a sated voice.
“I need your help.”
Jake looks at me with interest. “What could you possibly need help with Kat?”
“I need to come and I need to now!”
“Well then. Let me see what I can do for you.”
Jake tells me to lie back and get comfortable. I do as I’m told. He tells me to close my eyes and relax as he lifts my hips up level with the water. The room is warm from the steam of the bath and our bodies being in such close proximity. Jake’s legs are under me and he holds my buttocks in both hands. I sneak a peek just as Jake’s face plunges between my legs. His mouth is hot. His tongue lavishes my entire vaginal area until he settles over my clitoris.
Oh the sensation is unbelievably satisfying.
I arch back and spread my legs further apart. I want more of him. So much more.
“Oh my god, I could let you do that to me all night long.”
Jake hums in appreciation and I feel the vibration run through me. The feeling makes me moan. He notices my unexpected pleasure and hums again purposely while sucking my clit.
“Oh god!”
This man knows what I want, what I like and he continues to give it to me. I begin to rub one of my nipples. Jake quickly swaps his hold on my behind. He uses one hand to support my lower back to keep me in place so his mouth can continue its fine work so that his other hand can take over from mine. Gratifyingly tweaking and pulling my nipple.
Damn this is so personal considering I hardly know the guy. Sam and I knew each other inside and out by the end, but in the beginning we would never had done something like this. Even this kind of sexual exertion took time to advance to. A lot longer than forty odd hours that’s for sure. But right now I don’t care, I want to come
and I know it won’t be long until I get my own release. I can feel my body heat. My heart rate is quickening. I begin to shout out, “Oh yes.”
Just as I’m about to climax Jake takes his hand off my breast and quickly plunges two of his fingers into my vagina, all while he continues to suck my clitoris. This manoeuvre signals my undoing. I come under his expert skill. My orgasm so intense I lose my ability to make sound.
This would have to be one of the most satisfying, earth shattering orgasm of my life.
Jake eases off at just the right moment and lets my body sink back into the warm water. He moves himself back to the opposite end of the bath and relaxes placidly with a satisfied grin on his face. I don’t make fun of his smug expression, as I have the same one plastered all over my face too.
Chapter NINE
We lay quietly in the bath for a little while longer. Both comfortable in the silence. Both filled with undeniable satisfaction. I heave a heavy sigh.
Jake speaks, “How are you doing over there darling?”
“Darling! That’s a name you give someone when you’ve been married for fifty years.”
“You don’t like darling?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love the word darling, but maybe you could come up with another pet name that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a pensioner.”
“Okay. What do you suggest Archie?”
“Archie! Why Archie?”
“I liked the way you arched your back as I made you come with my mouth.”
“Well I should call you Bluey then.”
“Why Bluey?”
“Cause it’s the opposite colour to the one you turn when I make you come.”
We both laugh and call each other by our new nick names again.
“Okay Bluey. Let’s get out of here before we get all pruned up and die of starvation.”
“Are you hungry my darling Archie?”
“Funny! Yes I am.”
“You could always eat me. I’m right here…ready, waiting.”
“You couldn’t go again that quickly…could you?”
“Hmm probably not, but I’d damn well give it a good try if you wanted me to.”
“Let’s go eat first and watch this movie you want to see. I have to ring the kids, you can order tea if you like.”
“Right then. Let’s get out of here and climb into bed.”
His words excite me. I can’t believe Jake, this gorgeous male entertainer wants to spend the night with me, again. I suddenly feel a little pang of sadness as I think about how lonely I will be back in my bed at home tomorrow night. I mustn’t dwell on that thought right now. I remind myself where I am and who I am here with. I let myself slip back into my happy present state.
We get out of the bath and dry each other off. Jake even dries my hair with the dryer and brushes it straight for me.
“Is there nothing you can’t do?”
“I can’t give birth.”
“Nope. Can’t argue with that.”
We laugh and wrap ourselves up in the plush bath robes and head into the bedroom. I excuse myself and go into the lounge room as Jake checks out the menu.
My sister’s home phone answers on the second ring, but it’s my daughter who speaks to me.
“MUMMY,” she yells down the line.
Tears instantly prick my eyes. “My darling girl. How are you sweetheart?”
“I’m good thanks. When are you coming home?”
“Aww. Do you miss me baby?”
“Yeah, but just a little.”
Every time I hear my children’s voices I instantly smile. They guarantee to make me happy every day. I love them so much.
“I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon. Have you been having fun?”
“Yes. We saw a movie and we went to McDonalds for lunch today.”
“Wow you have been spoilt. I hope you two have been behaving yourselves?”
“Yeah we have.”
“Hi Mum,” Aiden yells out from the distance.
“Can I speak to Aiden too please sweetie?”
I hear Ashley ask Aunty Josie to put the phone on speaker. Aiden can hold a phone to his ear, but he prefers to hold it in his hand like you would a radio hand piece. He grew up talking to his father via radio. Quite often if Aiden couldn’t be with Sam they would talk on the radio until Sam got home, or Aiden had to go to bed. It’s just easier for him to speak via speaker phone and I don’t want to make him change this small act if it helps remind him of Sam.
“Hi Mum,” says Aiden.
“Hi my little man. How are you?”
“Good. I lost a tooth today.”
“Oh wow. Did your wobbly tooth finally come out?”
“Yep. I chewed on a lollie and bit it.”
“You bit your own tooth?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“We managed to get it out of his mouth before he swallowed it.”
“Oh good. Thank you. How are you Josie?”
“All good here thanks. Kids have been wonderful as always.”
“Good to hear. Although I doubt you would tell me any different.”
“Hey it’s not my fault my niece and nephew are perfect.”
My sister is incredibly biased when it comes to my kids. They really do have a special bond between them that can’t be explained.
“Are you having a good time?” Josie asks me.
“Yeah it’s been great. Girls and I went out last night and we’ve shopped all day today.”
A little white lie can’t hurt. Can it? I just don’t feel like now is the time to be telling her that I’ve met my ultimate fantasy man who happens to have strong feelings for me and we’ve just had mind blowing orgasms in the bath together.
“That’s good to hear,” she says.
I hear the phone click. I’ve been taken off speaker phone.
“Hey, is there anything you want me to do for next weekend?”
My sister is asking me about Sam’s anniversary. I can feel myself retract inside. That unrelenting black hole that has swirled inside me since Sam’s death, has reared its ugly head again and it’s now that I realise I haven’t felt its darkness in the last day or two. I wonder why that is for a moment before my sister interrupts my silent thoughts with a cough down the line.
“Um no, I don’t know. I really don’t want to think about it if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah I know, but it’s just the kids were saying today that they thought they should get new outfits for daddy’s remembering day and they want to bake a cake. I wasn’t sure whether to run with it or not. I’m not sure what you’ve said to them and I didn’t want to say yes when you’ve perhaps said no.”
“Oh okay. I had no idea they were thinking about it. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to get a new outfit and bake a cake. I mean it’s only going to make them feel better about it all isn’t it?”
“Yeah that’s what I was thinking…Sis, are you okay?”
“God Josie why did you have to ask me that?” I instantly tear up. I don’t mean to sound angry, I’m just relieved to have had another emotion running through my veins that isn’t sadness and this conversation is feeding my black hole and I don’t want it to consume me again. Then it dawns on me as to why I have these happier feelings. It’s all because of Jake.
“Sorry I know talking about Sam flattens you it’s just your mood seemed to be a little lighter before. Obviously this weekend has cheered you up a bit.”
“It’s been a good weekend. One I needed to have you know, but I hate to think about next weekend. I just wish next Sunday would pass by without me.”
“I know you do.”
There’s silence.
“If you need anything just ask, ok?” says Josie.
“Yeah I will. Thank you. You’ve already done so much.”
“It’s what I’m here for, right.”
“Yeah I guess. I’ll say goodnight to the kids and let you get them settled down for the night.”
Josie yells out to Ash,
Aiden and her little girl Beth and tells them that I want to say goodnight.
They all yell out, “Night Mum, Night Aunty Kat.”
“Sorry. They’ve got their heads in the telly.”
“That’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yep no worries see you then. Have fun.”
We hang up and I collapse onto the couch for a moment. Even though our conversation was reasonably short I feel exhausted. I take a moment to recall my thoughts about Jake and I begin to try and clarify the feelings I’ve felt over the past two days. Yes, my friends made me happy with my surprise trip to the city, but when Jake pulled me up on stage then professed his feelings for me in his dressing room, it felt like a spark ignited inside me. One that had been extinguished since Sam’s death. The spark has continued to grow as Jake’s persistence pours fuel onto its flame with each word he speaks and every one of his actions.
The thought of another man reviving such emotions in me scares me, but it also excites me. I mustn’t let myself fall too deeply too quickly, but as soon as I’ve had that thought I realise I already have strong feelings for Jake. I do want to see Jake again. I do want to have sex with him again and I do want to allow myself to hope he’ll be a part of my future. There’s just so much to work out before anything else happens. I’ll take Jake’s, and my own advice and take things one day at a time.
Sam’s anniversary is coming up next weekend, I need to focus on my children and my family before I think too much about Jake and I.
I can’t risk stuffing up my children’s future because I think it’d be nice to have a new boyfriend. Ash and Aiden are in such an emotionally fragile place right now. I’m worried if I introduce Jake to them too soon, they’ll freak out and as alluring as Jake is, my kids have to come first. But I feel so strongly about him. It’s going to be hard to make it all work and even harder to try and do it the right way. I wish someone could tell me how to handle all of this, but there’s no one, I’ll just have to figure it out by myself. You’d think I’d be used to working things out on my own by now. Maybe I could refer back to my ‘Widow’s Handbook,’ if I had one.