Their Unexpected Reunion - Part 2 [part 2 of 2] By: She then found Jeff's shirt halfway across the room and picked it up from the floor. You look better in it than I do," Jeff said, unbelievably relaxed, and not feeling at all like moving. I might beg to differ. You were looking pretty damn delicious in it earlier," Eliyse smiled, and bent down to give him a kiss.
She helped Jeff remove the belt binding his wrists. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and heard the shower cut on. He had never been so glad to sit through a blizzard before, and he never thought being snowed in would be his good fortune. He didn't imagine having to worry about cabin fever for the next few days.
Jeff couldn't believe how fantastic she made him feel. For example, he had just cum like a randy teenager, and he was nearly ready for her again He imagined Eliyse, her body glistening with moisture as water splashed down on her. He opened his eyes and looked down at himself. El cleaned him up pretty nicely, but still Suddenly, he found himself up and moving. Eliyse walked through Jeff's elegantly masculine master bedroom, and found the bathroom, turned on the shower taps and looked in the mirror.
Her light makeup was slightly smeared, and her lips were a little swollen. Her eyes were still dark, and still a little bit glassy. She decidedly looked like someone who just had sex. Although, technically, she hadn't actually had sex yet, she knew that that situation would be remedied soon enough. And in some cases, sometimes even better. Eliyse peeled off Jeff's shirt and hung it on the hook behind the door. She passed a large sunken Jacuzzi tub, and made a mental note for future reference. She giggled softly in anticipation of that moment to come.
She stepped into the glass enclosure of the shower, sighing in contentment beneath the invigorating stream of warm water. Just as she ducked her head beneath the showerhead, she heard the shower door click open.
Jeff placed small bottles of shampoo and conditioner on the shelf built into the rear wall of dark tile and glass shower. The stall was spacious enough for 6 people, let alone 1 or 2. It was volumes bigger than the miniscule shower stall that they'd occupied together a few times in college. Eliyse smiled at the memories, remembering certain advantages to having such a small space for two people. Jeff sucked his breath in sharply.
While Eliyse's hands were busy lathering her hair, Jeff massaged soap onto her back and shoulders. His hands glided over her body, making her skin tingle and setting off sparks throughout her and into her core. She leaned back against his slick chest when Jeff's hands worked their way across her ribcage to caress her flat stomach. Eliyse dropped her soapy hands onto Jeff's shoulders behind her, and her fingers gave him a gentle massage in return. Jeff's hands moved up to slide along the undersides of her breasts, loving the slick softness of her wet skin.
Eliyse was heady with desire, seemingly insatiable, reveling in the eroticism of their wet, soapy bodies skimming and pressing against each other. I swear, I have no idea how we both fit in there. And the locks were on the opposite sides of the doors so no one could sneak into each others rooms , so anyone could walk into the bathroom at any time.
Eliyse pushed her ass back, so the semi-hard ridge of his penis rubbed against her. Jeff had to grab her hips at the sudden pressure. He was supposed to be teasing her. El, a man needs time to recover! Eliyse stepped away from Jeff, into the stream of the shower, rinsing the soap and shampoo from her.
They avoided touching while she conditioned her hair, and he finished washing up. Jeff stepped from the shower and dried himself off, staring at Eliyse through the glass panels. He enjoyed watching the water sluice down Eliyse's body as she turned sinuously beneath the spray of the shower. The overhead heat lamp cast a bronze glow on her slick skin. At times, when he cleaned up the bathroom, he would complain about having to wash the glass walls of the shower.
At that moment, he was congratulating himself for opting for the clear glass, instead of the standard frosted glass, when he remodeled. Jeff was gone by the time Eliyse had finished.
She toweled off and applied some lotion that Jeff thoughtfully placed on the counter for her, along with a new toothbrush.
Massaging the moisturizer in, she noticed that her body was still singing from Jeff's touch, and yearning for more. Eliyse took the shirt she had been wearing earlier off the hook and brought it to her face before putting it back on. It smelled of Jeff and the light scent of his cologne. Eliyse exited the steamy warmth of the bathroom, taking in the large 4-poster King-sized bed.
There was undoubtedly plenty of room to move, but she might need a ladder to climb into that gigantic bed. Or maybe Jeff could just give her lift up. Eliyse detoured through the foyer and grabbed her carry-on. She walked into the kitchen, to find Jeff redressed in black warm-ups and t-shirt, preparing their dinner.
Jeff looked gorgeously masculine and sexy in the all black outfit. Although the pants were loose fitted, the shirt hugged and complemented his fit physique. She dropped the bag in an empty chair and helped him finish making dinner. They ate leisurely and informally, touching often and feeding each other pieces of salad, fruit and cheese, and finishing off the wine. Throughout the casual meal, Jeff couldn't keep his hands off of her - his hand lightly resting on her bare knee, licking and kissing her fingers as she fed him morsels of food, and at one point, grabbing her to sit on his lap.
She leaned her head back against Jeff's shoulder and looked out the window to see almost nothing but white flakes swirling and drifting in the dark night. Do I look like I want to go anywhere? Jeff placed his hands on her waist. Her skin was warm beneath the thin material of his shirt.
No, Eliyse wasn't dressed to leave. In fact, Jeff thought that she was entirely too overdressed, wearing only his button-down shirt. He couldn't help but notice how her full breasts swung freely beneath the shirt, and how the tips of her nipples rubbed tantalizingly against the soft cotton. He had to admit that Eliyse looked like she belonged in his bed, or on that table, or on top of him in that chair, or She wasn't going anywhere for a while.
She took her cell phone into the living room and called the airline. She noticed that Jeff had gathered up her clothing - they were draped neatly on the arm of the couch, with her boots lined up on the floor beside them. After a few minutes, she returned to the kitchen. Apparently, the snowstorm has reached historic proportions, and has decided to stall just over Lake Michigan.
I won't get out for at least 2 days, even if it did stop snowing right now, because ALL flights are canceled. They will call me tomorrow with an update.
Luckily, my manager was prepared for delays, so she can deal with work till I get back in town Jeff turned from the sink as he finished placing their used dishes in the dishwasher. She laughed and punched playfully at his chest. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her onto the granite countertop on the island in the middle of the kitchen. That's cold," Eliyse gasped and laughed when the cold stone hit the backs of her bare legs.
Her hair was still damp, and her scent was clean and uniquely her. With both hands, he caressed the undersides of her breasts, lifting the delicate globes to his mouth to lave her nipples, and taking his index fingers and thumbs to boldly pinch them. She arched like a bow and wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, pulling his body closer, as he kissed and caressed her.
Eliyse leaned back and planted her hands behind her on the counter, leaving herself open and exposed for him. His hands trailed down her body - outlining the bones of her ribcage, dipping into her navel. One hand returned to her breast while the other continued further to press on the hardening nub of her clit. Her hips bucked toward him. Jeff stood back and leaned his hip against the counter opposite to her.
Sitting before him and leaning back slightly on her left hand, wearing only his shirt, she ran her right hand along her collarbone, across her chest. She brushed her palm against her hardening nipples, arching her back at the sensation. Jeff watched her with half-lidded eyes, following every movement of her hand.
His own hand crept up underneath his t-shirt, and was lightly running his hands over his chest and abdomen. He unconsciously mimicked the actions of her hand upon her torso, with his hand on his own body.
Eliyse tipped her head back as her hand moved lower, lightly teasing her navel, and then tracing her fingertips along her inner thigh.