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Part 33


Laura Williams yawned and stretched her arms before burrowing out from under the warm duvet. She reached across to the other side of the bed. “Mike?” she whispered before remembering that he had gone away for the week.

She sighed in disappointment. A whole week without him. Her mind drifted back to the last sex session they had before he left and she smiled.

She threw the covers back and climbed out of bed, naked. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Six-thirty. She padded out of the bedroom to the bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting the mixer taps until the water was running warm. She tested it with her hand to ensure that it was just right and then stepped into it.

The water felt so refreshing as it cascaded over her body, splashed on the ridge of her breasts and ran down her body to be funnelled by the creases of her hips and pelvis into the small patch of pubic hair above her smooth labia.

She found a small nub of soap in the little metal tray beside the taps and worked it into a lather before covering her upper body with the soapy suds. She ran the soap over her shoulders, up around her neck, all over her breasts, down to her stomach and over her thighs. The lather made her body slippery and soft. She wished Mike was there to do her back for her. Thoughts of Mike got her aroused and her hand went down between her legs. She rubbed the soapy lather over her pubic area, working it into the small patch of pubic hair above her labia. She soaped her inner thighs and parted her labia with the edge of the soap, catching the very tip of her clitoris with it.

She gave out a low moan.

She dropped the soap and then rinsed the lather off, occasionally splashing water over her face.

When she’d finished her shower, she took the shampoo bottle and squeezed a glob into her palm before washing her hair. She then turned off the water, reached out for the towel and stepped out onto the tiled bathroom floor.

With the towel wrapped round her torso and another towel covering her head like a turban, she quickly padded back into the warm bedroom and sat on the side of the bed.

God, she wished Mike was there to give her some attention.

She lay back on the bed, put her hand between her legs and found her slit. She pushed a finger inside to tease her clit. As she hit the spot, she threw her head to one side and saw her phone on the bed beside her pillow where she’d left it the previous night.

Stopping what she was doing, she picked up the phone and saw that there was a new message - from Mike. She smiled.

“He’s got back to me,” she said to herself as she opened up the message.

‘these are the pics you wanted’, the message read.

“And pictures too,” she said with a smile.

Laura had asked Mike to send her some pictures of the Lake District so, expecting pictures of the Cumbrian countryside, she quickly opened up the attachments and her face immediately dropped when she saw...

“What the fuck...?” she said, as she viewed the nude pictures. “You bastard, Mike.” She sat up straight. “You bastard.” She closed the phone and threw it on the bedside table. “Just wait till you get back.”

Laura was livid, as you can imagine.

As she started to dress, she tried to work out why Mike would send her pictures of a naked woman. He’d spent a couple of hours making love to her before he left. He said he couldn’t wait to get back to her.

He really couldn’t wait, could he? she thought, I’ll get my own back.

You just wait, Mike, she thought, two can play at that game.


To be continued...