So I was driving into town, getting reacquainted with the city around me, after all, apt 9 nine isn't my entire world you know. So I checked out the shops, and whatever struck me. I parked my car, and began to walk around, this time with more ease. I even thought about buying myself a new outfit. I ran into this one store that had really pretty things in the window, so I went in, and did just that. I bought myself some new capri's and a crop top to match it. It really looked cute on me.
I wondered what Dan's reaction would be to see me in it. But then Dan had to leave my mind, as it would be better that way. I came across an odd shop with a picture of a model from the 1960's on the front window, but the store seemed to be empty. I continued on, went into a drugstore, got a few things I needed, and headed back home. I wondered who came over today, but I didn't care. I would be home soon enough to find out.
My drive home was pleasant, and headed straight for my bathtub as soon as I got in. I ran the bath water, then took my clothes off, and soaked my body with lotion and other sweet smelling goodies.
I began caressing my own body, enjoying my thorough cleansing of myself, and then went into thought mode. Hmm, maybe this is not good. Been thinking too much lately about all the crap I've encountered, and I had to give my brain a rest. I continued sponging myself off, but still sat in the tub to play with the suds. Like when I was little.
The first secret I ever heard was the one my mother told me. I was only 8 years old when she took me in her bedroom and proceeded to plop me on her bed. She began to tell me that my father was not my real father. Then she told me not to tell 'daddy' as he would get real angry if he knew. I just sat there in mass confusion of what she had just confessed to me, but the real question is why she told me in the first place. And why would she tell an 8 year old such a thing? Couldn't she at least wait to tell me when I was older, and perhaps at an age where I could have been able to comprehend it better? I never told my dad what I knew, I kept the secret all my life, without telling anyone. See, I told you I could keep a secret.
I finally got out, drying myself when I felt faint for some reason. I hurried up, as I wanted to lay down, but first I applied lotion, this time a different type, all over my nude body. It felt good rubbing it all over myself, yet preferring Dan doing it for me. Well, he wasn't here and it was me applying it to my own arms, legs, breasts, and my stomach. I layed down in bed, thinking of my day, yet feeling alone, and thinking of Dan. Among all my visitors, why would I like him? I just lay there having these erotic thoughts of him and I making love.
I was dozing off when someone came in. All I could do was to suggest he leave, but he wouldn't have it. He started to caress my body, as his touch was amazing, and nothing to compare to what I was doing to myself in the tub. The light was off, but there was light coming in from my bedroom window, casting a golden hue, similar to the light in Dan's hospital room from the night before.
Dan had came back to my apartment! But why would he be let out of the hospital so soon? Were his wound's healed by now? All I knew is that he was with me and I would ask questions later, as now he was making love to me, and that's all that mattered. Oh how wonderful. He told me I was the most sensual woman he ever had, that he loved the way I tasted, and my fresh smooth body overwhelmed him. He kissed my lips hard, grabbed me up close to him, and sucked every part of me. He then massaged my breasts, and then my belly, with strokes that hit my G spot, entering me with force.
His rock hard body seemed a little different, free of bandages, which I thought was a little strange, but was too infatuated to think this through right then. I could barley see his face, yet his touch was familiar, and I loved every thrust, every move Dan made inside me. He then pulled out, and turned me over, putting his penis in me again, feeling his rock hard stomach against my ass. He then lifted me up, and my arms leaned against the headboard, pressing my belly with his hands from behind me. He said he loved the muscles in my belly and had to press into them. He continued his thrusts, pulling my hair from behind, caressing my back up and down my spine, then turning me over again, this time facing me, and holding my arms above my head. He wouldn't stop fucking me, as I could see his abs tense up, and looking further down, seeing his dick going in and out of me.
We were flowing with each others juices, and I began to come. My screams were uncontrollable, having multiple orgasms, with him finally coming with a loud moaning sound that wouldn't stop. Our sweat saturated the sheets, and if this was any indication of Dan being in my bed every night, if this is how he would make love to me, then I wanted him with me all the time.
My head fell back, my eyes closed, and all I could do was to just lye there to regain my breath. A cool breeze seemed to come into the room, cooling me off, a much needed comfort. I didn't want his mouth to leave my vagina, only to touch it as it felt sore. He gave me a good workout, so it was expected to feel like that. I thought of both of us taking a shower, or perhaps a bath together, as my sweat ran down all over me. My breast's were still hard, and I wanted more, but as he lay on me to rest, suddenly I felt weightlessness. I opened my eyes and I saw a shadow. Dan wasn't on me anymore. It was like no one was there. I cleared my eyes, lifting up my head, and then to my astonishment, I was alone.
I felt I was now insane.
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