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August 29th’s story is one that’s posted on a certain free story site, but I think it deserves a wider audience.

A Nice, Warm Bath

Snow days sucked.

At least that was how Patty felt after spending the entire day listening to her two children bicker and complain. She’d woken at five that morning to three inches of fresh snow, with more falling; the morning news had informed her that both the district she worked for and the one her children attended were closed due to the weather.

Naturally, on a day when they didn’t have to go to school, her children were up by five-thirty. When they had school, Patty struggled to get them out of bed at six.

For several hours, the snow fell and the wind blew so hard they could barely see the other houses on their street. The children occupied themselves with computer and TV, but their attention was broken up with bouts of arguing about whose turn it was for what and whining that they had nothing to do. Patty had come to expect that sort of behavior from her nine-year-old, annoying though it was. She would have thought the fourteen-year-old would know better.

However, despite her frustration with her children, Patty didn’t really mind having them home. The only real problem the weather held for her was the road conditions. She didn’t have to go anywhere, but it was Friday, which meant her boyfriend Tucker was supposed to arrive for the weekend. He lived two hours away. With this weather, it was unlikely he’d attempt the drive.

A couple times during the day she tried to call his cell, but he had sketchy service and she kept getting the “Please hold while we attempt to reach this person” message. Why didn’t he call to let her know what was going on? He knew she’d be waiting for him.

Finally, about mid-afternoon, a few rays of sunlight broke through the crowd and the snow tapered off. An hour later, the snow had stopped entirely. Although it was starting to get dark outside, up and down the street the sounds of snowblowers and shrieking children filled the air. “Mom, can we go out to play?” the nine-year-old asked.

“Yeah, I need to get out of this house.” The fourteen-year-old looked out the window. “Ooh, Jenny and Sienna are out! Ha! Sienna just hit Grant with a snowball.”

The nine-year-old yanked on his snowsuit about ten times faster than she ever did when Patty tried to get her ready for school. “I must help Grant defend the planet against the teen giggle squad!” He bolted out the door.

The fourteen-year-old rolled her eyes. “Little brothers are such a pain.” She pulled on her boots and jacket and left before Patty could tell her to add a hat and gloves.

Five minutes later, both kids burst through the door. “Mom, can we go to Grant and Jenny’s for supper?” the nine-year-old asked.

“They asked us,” the fourteen-year-old added. “They’re having a snow party and they said we can stay for supper and till like seven o’clock. They’re going to make maple snow like in the Little House books.”

Thank goodness for neighbors. “Sure, go ahead. Have fun with the maple snow. Don’t squirt syrup on each other.”

“As if we would.” The fourteen-year-old gave another of her patented eye rolls, and she and her brother ran out the door again.

Till seven o’clock. Almost three hours of childlessness. Patty loved her children, but the day had been exhausting and it would be nice to have a break.

The first thing she did was clean up the messes the kids had made. Both seemed chronically incapable of putting dishes in the sink or trash in the trash cans, and the nine-year-old seemed to overlook the piles of toys and action figures he left in the middle of the living room floor on a daily basis. Ordinarily Patty would have called them back home and made them clean up, but the silence was too nice to break.

About eight inches of snow had fallen over the course of the storm, which meant some shoveling had to be done. Fortunately, her boyfriend had bought her a snowblower during a previous storm, after he’d decided he was tired of shoveling her driveway, so clearing the driveway and front walk took her little time and cost only a couple mouthfuls of snow when she angled the blower the wrong way. Once that was done, she shoveled off the front steps and went back inside to warm up.

She decided to take advantage of the remaining amount of peace and quiet to have a bath, a luxury she rarely allowed herself. Baths took too long. Most of the time she showered and was dressed within ten minutes so she could get on with the parenting and full-time-working parts of her life. But a nice bath would warm her up and relax her, and since she had nothing more important to do, she decided to go for it.

She ran the water as hot as she could stand it so it wouldn’t cool off too quickly, and stripped out of her clothes while the tub filled. After searching through the medicine cabinet and the cupboard under the sink, she found an old box of rose-scented bath salts and poured some into the tub.

Lowering herself into the water, she closed her eyes and let the warmth and scent surround her. Lazily, she ran her hands over her body, though she wished they were Tucker’s hands. It had been five days since she’d seen him, which didn’t sound long but felt like years. Why hadn’t he called? He had to know she was concerned. From what she’d heard on the news this storm had been worse where he lived. She was reasonably sure he wouldn’t make the drive, but it would have been nice to know for sure.

Although she wanted to touch herself, to bring herself to orgasm, she held back. This was a time to relax, not to get herself off. She rested her hands on the sides of the tub to avoid temptation.

After a while, she heard the front door open and close. Great. One or both of the kids must have decided to come back early. Patty started out of the tub, but changed her mind. The kids could manage without her for a few more minutes; she was too relaxed to move.

Heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs. It didn’t sound like either of the kids. It sounded like Tucker, but it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t have been crazy enough to drive in a storm, would he?

“Patty?”

It was him! Patty couldn’t believe it. He’d actually made it! “In here.”

The bathroom door opened and Tucker came in. “Mmm, nice view.”

Patty sat up so she could get out of the tub. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t think I’d miss a chance to see my girl, did you? They got the highways cleared pretty well. It took me almost twice as long as usual to get here, but this makes it worthwhile. Stay right where you are.”

He walked away, leaving the door open. Again Patty started out of the tub. “Stay put,” Tucker called from somewhere. “I have a plan.”

Patty relaxed back into the water. What was he plotting? She wanted to get dressed so she could spend some time with him before the kids came back, but this might be more fun. And it wasn’t like he’d never seen her naked before.

He returned a minute or so later carrying candles in holders and his lighter. Carefully he set a couple candles on the front edge of the tub, and the others around the sink. He lit them and shut off the overhead light. “That’s better. You look so beautiful, honey.”

“Yeah, candlelight improves the view dramatically.”

He splashed her. “That isn’t what I mean and you know it. Where are the kids?”

“Next door. They’re staying till seven.”

“Perfect.” He sat on the edge of the tub closest to her head. “Sit up and let me wash your back.”

She leaned forward and handed him the bar of soap that was floating in the water. He soaped up his hands, then ran them over her back. “That feels nice,” she said.

“You’re so tense. I thought baths were supposed to be relaxing.” He massaged her shoulders. “Relax, honey. Let me take care of you for a little while.”

Patty closed her eyes and let her body go limp. Take care of her. Before Tucker, she hadn’t had anyone to do that in so long she’d forgotten what it was like. Tucker tried, but sometimes she just couldn’t let him; she’d gotten too used to doing everything on her own.

But it felt heavenly to have his hands on her back, washing and massaging at the same time. She shouldn’t spend so much time in the bath. There was housework to do and her kids would be home soon, but she didn’t want to move.

As though he’d read her mind, Tucker softly said, “Don’t worry about anything. The house is fine, the kids are fine, and I’ll make supper after we’re done here. Just relax.”

“I have to get things done.”

“Right now the only thing you have to do is let me get you nice and clean. I’m here, remember? You don’t have to do everything. Put yourself first for once and let me worry about everything else.” He worked his knuckles down her back, on either side of her spine. Patty moaned. “That’s it,” Tucker said. “Just let me do this for you.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but changed her mind. A gorgeous, sexy man who loved her wanted to make her feel good. Why would she try to stop him?

Tucker’s hands moved lower, below the surface of the water, and knuckled Patty’s lower back. This was where she felt the most tension most days; teaching kept her on her feet, and by the end of her work days she nearly always had a back ache. Though her shoulders and neck competed for most tense part of her body.

A teasing finger ran along the top of her ass crack, and Patty jumped. Tucker laughed. “Sorry, honey, couldn’t resist.”

“If you’re trying to relax me, that isn’t the way to do it.”

“I know, but you have such a cute ass.” He ran his hands up her back, bringing water with them. “We’ll rinse this soap off and then I want to wash your hair.”

She’d never had a man wash her hair, at least not like this. It appealed to her, and she didn’t try to talk him out of it. He sluiced water down her back to remove the soap. “Okay, lean back and close your eyes. I’m going to use the drinking cup to pour water over your hair.”

She followed his directions and after a moment felt warm water falling over her head. Tucker was skilled; he got none in or even near her eyes. As he started massaging shampoo into her hair, she kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his hands in her short hair.

“God, you’re sexy. Lying there with your gorgeous tits pointing up at me. If I wasn’t busy washing your hair, I’d be touching you all over right now.”

“Later,” Patty murmured.

“Oh, absolutely.” He poured more water over her hair. “Rinsing.”

“I got that.”

She kept still while he used cupfuls of water and his hand to remove the shampoo from her hair. “Okay, honey, that’s all clean. I’ve done your back and your hair; should I do your front?”

His touch had both relaxed and aroused her. His words added to the arousal. “If you do, you’d better be prepared for me to drag you into this tub with me.”

He laughed. “Then I guess I’d better get you dried off. Stand up.”

She took the hand he offered and pulled herself out of the water. She stepped out of the tub carefully, not wanting to disturb the candles. “It’s so pretty in here.”

“A nice candlelight bath with rose-scented water. Very romantic.” Tucker wrapped her in a bath towel and his arms. “You don’t get enough romance. I’m too far away.”

“Everything you do is romantic, because you do it for me.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “You just say that because you’re not used to anyone doing things for you.”

“You drove to see me in a snowstorm. That’s love.”

“That is love. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His lips and tongue met hers in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate. Through the towel, she felt his hands roaming her back and ass. The moisture between her legs was due to more than her bath. She broke the kiss long enough to say, “Get me to bed. Now.”

“Oh, no. The bed doesn’t have pretty candles.” He let go of her and swiftly removed his clothes, then took the towel from her. “You’re so sexy. My beautiful girl.”

“My handsome man.”

He bent and sucked her nipple. One hand found its way between her legs. Oh, god, just his touch made her want to come. His finger pressed her clit and within moments she did just that, letting out a wordless cry as the orgasm she’d refused to try for earlier washed over her.

“Mmm.” Tucker sucked her juices from his finger. “Delicious.”

She wrapped her hand around his hard cock. “This would be too.”

“Yes, but this isn’t about me.” He ran his hands over her body. “I want you.”

“Then have me.”

He moved the candles from the counter to the side of the tub and lifted Patty against the counter. Their lips joined, he pushed his cock inside her. As she always did, Patty gasped when his thickness filled her. They fit so perfectly together, and each of his strokes brought a new pleasure. It had been this way since the first time they’d fucked, when they’d been new to each other and hadn’t yet fallen in love. Or at least hadn’t admitted it. Love made it so much better.

Tucker thrust into her slowly at first. The friction and the novelty of the position soon brought Patty to orgasm again, and she felt herself contract around Tucker’s cock. “Oh, honey, you feel so good,” he moaned. He picked up his pace. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He brought his mouth to her breast and sucked lightly as they fucked. The position was uncomfortable for her, but she didn’t want him to stop. After a few more thrusts, though, he withdrew and lowered her to the floor. “Now bed.”

“But what about the pretty candles?”

“Fuck ’em. I want to come inside my sexy woman, and it’s hurting my back trying it like this.”

“Guess I’ll have to give you a massage too.”

“Later. Right now, we’re going to finish what we started before the kids get back.”

He pulled her into her room and flung her onto the bed. Laughing, she reached up and tugged him down beside her. “Getting a little aggressive?”

He lay on his back. “Nope, waiting for you to aggress. Get on my cock. Now.”

She straddled him and he held his cock as she lowered herself onto it. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her down to lie on him as he thrust up into her. This was their favorite position; Patty loved the feeling of his body against hers, of his hands moving over her entire body, and Tucker had said he loved being able to touch her and look at her as they made love.

Tucker’s thrusts sped up, and Patty matched them with the movement of her own hips. “Oh, god, I love feeling you on me,” Tucker moaned. “You feel so good, honey. So fucking good.”

Patty could think of nothing to say, so just moaned and whimpered in pleasure as they moved together. Another orgasm ripped through her and at the same moment she felt Tucker tense. He groaned loudly as he came, then tightened his arms around her to hold her still. “That was so nice.”

“Yes, it was.” Patty kissed his temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He gently nudged her off him. She curled against his side and he held her. “I have to say, though, I’m getting tired of driving up here every weekend.”

What? Patty propped herself up to look into his eyes, but they were closed. He couldn’t be ending things. They’d agreed they could handle the distance, and it had been his choice to come to see her and the kids every week. She blinked back tears. “What do you want to do, then?”

He brushed his hand over her cheek. “I want you and the kids to move in with me. I don’t want to see you every weekend anymore; I want to see you every day.”

Now Patty allowed the tears to flow, but now they were tears of happiness. She’d thought about moving in with him. They’d even talked about it hypothetically, but never anything definite. Not until now. “Yes. Yes, I want to see you every day too.”

“Are you crying?” Tucker opened one eye and looked at her. “Come here.”

He pulled her closer to him and she lay against him, feeling the love in his embrace. “We’ll have a lot to plan.”

“We will. But none of it matters right now. All that matters is I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The front door banged open. “Mom! Tucker!”

“Be right down!” Patty looked at Tucker and they both laughed. “Back to real life.”

“That’s the life I want.” Tucker kissed her. “A life with you. Now get dressed before the kids come up here.”

August 8’s story is one that’s close to my heart. I hope it will touch yours. I’m still having the issue where this thing deletes everything if I try to post too much, so this one story will be by itself here for a while.

Good Morning, Beautiful

Sunlight streamed through the venetian blinds, making it impossible to sleep any longer. Wide awake, Caleb turned toward the woman beside him and opened his eyes.

Caleb had the side of the bed closer to the windows; the light had wakened him before Sara. He studied her features, softened in sleep. She was beautiful. The night they’d met, he had seen something about her, an aura of sorts, that had drawn him to her. It had taken only a short time before he’d realized her beauty was more than skin deep.

He hadn’t expected to find love when he’d joined the dating site. It wasn’t that kind of site. He’d found it while wandering the Web and had thought it might be a way to at least find a friend with benefits. It had been about a year since his last girlfriend, and he hadn’t even had a date since. He’d never had much luck with dating anyway. His work schedule was so messed up in the summer he barely had time for anything else, so it was nearly impossible to meet people in any of the standard ways. If he had found someone to hook up with on a regular basis, though, he would definitely have made time for that.

Instead he’d found Sara. He’d only been on the site for a week, maybe a week and a half, when he’d gone to a party thrown by another member. A tame, back yard party, though somewhat fueled by alcohol. He’d shown up early to help the hostess set up. Over the next couple hours he’d scouted out a few women whom he’d decided to get to know better in the hopes that it might lead to something.

Sara had arrived two or three hours after he had. When he’d seen her, all thoughts of other women had flown right out of his mind.

He had gotten used to being alone. It hadn’t mattered, at least not that he’d let himself admit. He had no reason to care about something he didn’t have. Dating and marriage just weren’t for him. He’d formed his life around his work, which he loved as long as it involved ships and the sea, and around computer games and books. He barely knew day from night; his work hours sometimes encompassed both, and with no one else to think about he’d set his own schedule. He slept when he felt like it, ate when he wanted.

The night he and Sara had met, he’d persuaded her to share a hotel room. She had been planning to drive two and a half hours home but was too tired to do so safely, and he’d had a bit too much to drink to make the forty-five minute drive to his own home. The next day when he’d awakened beside her, he’d realized everything did matter. Waking up next to a beautiful woman in the morning. This was what he was missing, what he wanted, and he wanted it with her.

Two days later, he’d decided to be exclusive with her. She’d agreed. After a few weeks of spending his days off with her and her children, he’d realized he loved her.

He hadn’t been looking for love, but he’d found something better than he’d ever imagined. The most amazing part was that she loved him too.

It had been several months now since they’d met. They were so compatible it was scary sometimes. Shared interests, memories of enjoying the same things as children. Not only did they finish each other’s sentences, sometimes they spoke each other’s thoughts.

During his workweek, he felt like a machine: work to food to computer to sleep, then rising the next morning to repeat the cycle. But after his last workday of the week, when he drove two hours to see Sara and her kids, he came to life.

At least now, in the winter, his weekends actually were weekends, instead of falling in the middle of the week as they did in the busy summer season. In the winter, Sara had the same days off he did, which gave them more time together.

She stirred in her sleep. To encourage her to wake, Caleb kissed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “Hi.”

When she smiled, she was even more gorgeous. His cock began to harden. “Good morning, beautiful.” This time his kiss found her lips. “How was your night?”

“Wonderful, and it’s even better waking up next to you.”

“I like waking up with you too.”

“What time is it?”

He checked the watch he always wore. “Seven o’clock.”

She yawned. “I should get up. The kids probably already are.”

“Nope.” His arms encircled her. “You should stay right here with me for a little while.”

“Oh? And what will I get if I do that?”

“This.” He brushed his lips against the side of her neck. “And this.” His hand came up to fondle her breast.

“Hmm, an intriguing offer.”

“I would hope so.”

He pulled her closer against him. The feeling of her body against his was amazing, even when they were both fully clothed. He’d always been a cuddler, and with her he got his fill of contact and then some. Holding her this way was as good as sex.

Almost.

“I love you,” she said.

“Oh, good.”

Now she initiated a kiss, one that was much more serious than the one he’d given her. Her tongue probed his mouth. God, he loved it when she took over. When they’d met, she hadn’t been exactly shy in bed, but she hadn’t been comfortable initiating anything. Over the past several months she’d found the confidence to not only ask for what she wanted, but go after it.

Her hand slipped under the T-shirt he’d worn to bed and roamed his chest. His half-hard cock stiffened further. “That’s nice,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” She moved her hand down his torso. “And this?”

“Even nicer.” He pulled away from her to take off his shirt and boxers, then lay back. “There you go, better access.”

“Oh, my, there’s a naked man in my bed.”

“Yes, and you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“So I am. I suppose I should do something about that.” She winked and shimmied out of her pajama pants and, he hoped, panties, then sat up and slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. Barely, he resisted the impulse to rip off the buttons. Finally she slipped off the top and tossed it on the floor. “Better?”

“Much.”

He fastened his mouth around one of her nipples, and she jumped at his touch. Her response to the things he did to her in bed always turned him on. He loved watching her face when she was aroused, and even more when she came.

Which, if he had his way, she would do in a moment. He lightly sucked her nipple while his hand found its way between her legs. With a fingertip, he found the little nub at the top of her pussy and pressed against it. After this much time together, he knew her body as well as he knew his own; he knew how to touch her to bring her over the edge.

She gasped and let out little sounds of pleasure, somewhat muted so her kids, in their rooms, wouldn’t hear. With this encouragement, he continued his actions for a few moments longer, then moved down between her legs. His tongue took the place of his finger, while his finger slipped inside her and found the little spot at the front of her walls.

She bucked and pulled her pillow over her face to muffle her cry.

When she moved the pillow, she had a smile on her face. “Damn, you’re good at that.”

“Well, shucks, ma’am, I try,” he drawled.

She laughed. “Try again. With something other than your hands and mouth this time.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” He knelt between her legs and pressed his cock against her. “Is that what you want?”

“Mmm, yes.”

He pushed slowly into her tightness. Her pussy surrounded his cock; it felt amazing. Everything they did together was like this. Sex was good, but love made it so much better.

His thrusts were slow at first. Her bed, old, heavy thing that it was, squeaked horribly and they’d learned to move together so it made less noise. She raised her hips to meet his movements and ran her hands over him.

He could never get tired of this.

Neither of them could tolerate the slowness for long. His orgasm was too close, especially after another of hers contracted her pussy along the length of him. “That feels so good,” he said.

“Feels even better from this end.” She pulled him down for a kiss.

Lips locked together, they moved faster, harder. Her moans and noises echoed his own building orgasm, until finally they released together, she with another wordless cry that she didn’t try to muffle this time, he with a grunt and aftershocks which lasted several seconds after the main orgasm.

Still inside her, he lay on her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. She wrapped her arms around him. “What a nice way to wake up.”

“It always is.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Good morning, beautiful.”