artlover4u's blog post - Short Story #23

Neighborly

The candles flickered. Even with her eyes closed she could see the gentle shifting light through her eyelids.

A soft, cool draft of air blew across her as if the bathroom door opened and closed. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Her nipples hardened, and her areolas puckered.

She slid deeper into the hot water. It washed over her breasts. Her knees broke the surface, feeling the coolness of the air. Her chin, at the water’s edge, was lapped by the rhythmic ripples of water. Her nose tickled by the scent of lavender.

She promised herself to keep her eyes closed this time, squeezing them just a little tighter, so she didn’t ruin the moment. Her breath quickened slightly. The hot water and the white wine were just what she needed to relax.

Her knees moved apart until they touched either side of the tub. She could feel little bubbles of air dancing through her pubic hairs as they broke loose and floated to the surface.

She was beginning to feel something else too.

She thought about her new neighbor; shirtless, blue jeans, glistening contoured muscles, as he carried boxes into his apartment. She noticed he smiled as he noticed her, noticing him.

Call it a moment. Call it whatever you want. She called it hot. She let the fantasy play, let it take on a life of its own. Was his top button on his Levi’s undone? Were the beads of sweat dancing through his chest hairs?

She wanted so much to touch him…to touch herself; to ride the swell that was forming between her legs. She suddenly realized her hands were gently squeezing her breasts. The tide had risen. The outcome was inevitable.

She began to slowly slide her hand down her torso, feeling the softness, the fine tiny hairs, the air bubbles floating free as she moved her hand further down her belly.

Suddenly she stopped. Her hand was just below her belly button. She wasn’t alone! A strong, but unusually gentle hand rested on her knee. The fingers holding firmly.

She gasped softly. She squeezed her eyes even tighter. Her pelvic muscles tightened in surprise as her pelvis lifted slightly in anticipation toward the firm grip of the hand still on her knee.

The moment lasted forever. Eventually the hand moved, almost imperceptibly, to her inner thigh and began its slow…ever so slow…descent. Her breath quickened.

As the hand reached mid-thigh, her pelvis rocked back and lifted yet higher, knees opening wider, exposing everything between her legs to anyone looking. And she didn’t care.

The strange hand continued. It was getting closer; close enough to feel her pubic hairs. A moment later the hand was on her pussy; its strength, its heat, its dominance.

Her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. Her head thrust into the tile. Her body slid deeper into the hot water.

The hand! The hand was slowly exploring. A finger was parting her lips. Every sensation within her body was concentrated on one spot. The room was spinning. Her hips were thrusting on their own.

She wanted to open her eyes. She resisted. She knew who it was. She was grateful. Happy. Pleased that her coy smile caught his attention.

A finger found her engorged clit. It began to move with a rhythm she was never able to master on her own. Surrender. Surrender was all she was capable of.

Her breath began to move in sync with the stranger’s finger. Her hips mirrored the motion. The sensations began to build. She squeezed her breasts. Her nipples pulsed.

In that moment…the moment where time stands still…where all sensations seem to coalesce into one full body experience. That moment the body begins to convulse…her pussy begins to contract…moving rapidly…and the body follows in rhythmic waves; one after another.

You’re not breathing. You’re not alive. Your heart’s not beating. Your only sensation is ecstasy and you wish it would last forever.
The strange hand was not relenting. The pleasure was not stopping. Her body was convulsing uncontrollably. She sank below the water – her hands still on her breasts - as she thrust her head backwards. Just before her eyes sank below the surface of the water, she dared to open them. She dared to see her new neighbor gazing down at her. Enjoying her.

Her body convulsed one last time. She felt the release of her orgasm; that moment when every ounce of energy is spent in ecstasy.

Water rushed into her eyes, making it hard to see. And yet, no one was there. No one was kneeling beside the tub.
She lifted her head as fast as she could, splashing water out of the tub. She wiped her eyes to see better and still no one was there.

Yet in that moment, as the candles flickered, and her aftershocks continued, she heard the bathroom door latch softly catch. Or was her imagination playing tricks on her?

She lay there, spent, breathless, happy until the water cooled around her. She couldn’t wait to see her new neighbor again.