Fiery Passion : * Short Stories

The door closed and Becca fell against it in relief. It was 2 A.M. and she was exhausted from her date. Her legs were sore from dancing and walking on the waterfront before the rain started. Everything went so well that she didn’t want to spoil it by jumping Mike’s bones on their first date. Even though she’d felt his bone in the car—by accident of course.

Becca was a petite Asian woman, a little over 5 feet tall, with long black hair and tinted highlights. Her date with Mike had been a fluke thing set up by friends. He was a huge man. Six feet six inches tall, black hair, handsome and very funny.

Becca left a trail of cloths and shoes down the hall towards the bathroom. She started the water in her antique tub, making steam rise. She lit a few scented candles and poured herself a glass of brandy.

She looked in the full-length mirror at her small frame. While removing her black lace bra and leaning over to shimmy off her frilly underwear, she noticed her breasts were very perky and had what was referred to as a teardrop-shaped ass. It was a nice body. The small patch of pubic hair was well manicured. Her red fingernails dragged along her skin, and she felt it tingle at their touch.

Her eyes closed and she envisioned Mike touching her this way. Flustered, she turned the faucet off and stepped gingerly into the hot water, setting her glass of brandy by the tub.

The heat soothed her aching muscles but not her other ache. Becca drifted off a little, letting the warmth of

the water and the brandy relax her.

The showerhead above her dripped slowly as she lay back. She rested her head on the pillow and sipped her brandy. She lifted her hand up and felt the water cascade between her fingers and down the back of her arm.

She lay further down in the tub. The trickle of the faucet became a slow pulsing against her lower abdomen as she raised her hips. She closed her eyes and moved up a little and the small splashes of water reached her pubis.

Like a bass drum the thump slapped her tense skin. When Becca leaned her head back and pulled her hair out of the tub to let it hang, the water splashed between her legs and against her already aroused clit. The hot water seeped between her lips and soothed her. She took a long slow drink from her brandy and set the glass on the floor.

She lifted her leg up, laid it over the edge of the tub and glided her hand between her legs.

The water hit her hand as she moved it between the lips of her pussy. Her body rose in the bath as she spread her lips, letting the water clash with her heat. With each pound of the water she imagined it was Mike. The water licked her pink flesh and in her mind it was Mike licking her. Her head turned as the first wave seemed to rush through her body, a signal of arousal.

Becca opened her eyes, looking at the flicker of the candle, and saw something in the mirror. She continued letting the water caress her and she saw Mike reflected in the mirror, looking at her through the window. His hair was damp from the rain. She saw his transfixed gaze and it made her heat inside to a burn.

Becca slid her finger inside and clenched her eyes tight as pure ecstasy pierced her flesh. Her other hand moved to her small pert breasts and she pretended it was Mike who caressed them. Small twists of her nipples added the needed boost to the rhythmic probing from her fingers. In her mind she saw his massive hands groping her petite frame almost enveloping her with his size. The soap in the water made her skin slippery, and her hands slid along the slopes and curves. The candlelight shined on her skin and reflected the yellow flames.

Not wanting him to know she saw him, Becca moved her head to the side again and sneaked a peek. He was breathing heavily and his hand was pressing against his crotch. Her mind wandered as she pictured Mike eating her out, his tongue probing deep inside her, taking her to the next plateau.

She peaked as she spread two fingers apart inside her pussy and the firm rubbing of her clit made her buck and splash.

Her eyes closed and a tear trickled out the corner as she felt a rush of emotions wash over her as she came. She melted back into the tub. The soothing warmth of the water wrapped her in a blanket of serenity.

She smiled and looked back at the mirror…and didn’t see Mike anywhere. She thought to herself, Oh my. I must have scared him.

Becca slipped her robe on and looked out the windows as she walked around the house—to no avail. In the living room, she turned the lights off and saw a shadow standing on her patio. With a gentle turn the light was back on, and the shadow came to the door.

It was Mike, dripping wet from the rain. Becca moved to the sliding door and opened it. A cold wind rushed against the opening of her robe and exposed her naked body. Mike looked down and whispered quietly, “I was so envious of the water in the bath caressing you. I want nothing more than to be with you.”

As she stepped outside Becca whispered back, “I am yours tonight, and this is going to be a long night.”

The cold wetness of his clothes made Mike shiver. Becca grabbed him by the belt and guided him back inside the living room. At the doorway, she stopped him and knelt down to take his shoes off and run her small hands along the inner seam of his pants up to the ridge of his erection.

The hardness ended just above his knee and she bit her lip wondering where she’d put all this meat in her small oven. Her arm reached under him and her small hand grabbed his ass as she clenched his leg like a snake wrapping around its prey. Her mouth was inches from the swelling of his crotch, and the thought made her salivate.