My man is working away, again. When he got this job he said one or two weekends a year. And it was at first, but now, four years on, it's more like one or two a month. The lonely weekend nights started to make me think dark thoughts of him in a secret relationship with one of the girls from his office. But when he comes home he genuinely appears happy to see me, he holds me as if we've been apart for weeks. For a bit of peace of mind, I popped into his office spontaneously last Wednesday, bought him a special lunch. I guess I was hoping to catch him working closely with another women. To my suprise, office full of men, most looked and spoke like they drink soy milk with their chai lattes. Maybe I'm going crazy, why would I go looking to make a drama. I spoke to Helen about it, she thinks he's playing around, told me to look for signs like smell of womens perfume, love bites, etc. I obviously told her no she's crazy, but I did find myself sniffing his collar when he came home last weekend, and nothing. He's clearly just working hard, yet why am I laying here getting all worked up unable to sleep!
It's 11pm now, Saturday night, I should be out with the girls, but I grew out of that when we finally purchased this place last year. The light patter of rain on the women grows louder, with the odd flash of lightning highlighting the folds of the curtains, illuminating the pattern of the nets on the bedroom wall. Maybe staying in was for the best. Hubbies last message is still showing in my notifications, I don't want him to know I'm still up. Perhaps a hot bath will calm my mind. I open up a chill Spotify playlist on the TV, before making my way to the ensuite. As I approach the door lightning flashes, illuminating the pattern of the nets on the wall closed to me. I stop suddenly as I make out the silhouette of a person among the pattern. I turn to the window, my heart suddenly beating so hard against my chest that I struggle to inhale. I make my way slowly over to the window, carefully taking time to look below into the garden for any intruder before I get up close to the glass. There's nobody, bloody imagination is truly.trying to unsettle me tony. I check the window to ensure it is closed. Lost the keys the day we moved in, but the window was definitely closed. I check the handle to ensure it's in the locked position, before making my way back to the bathroom.
As I unbutton my silk pyjamas, I can see the heavy beat of my heart pushing again the smooth fabric. It felt good the let the lose unbuttoned shirt, rest lightly on my breast. With all the adrenaline coursing threw me, my nipples still felt hard and tense after that shock. I removed my bottoms and stood there in my french cut knickers waiting for the bath to fill. The thunder grew louder, but was drowned out by the water cascading into the bath. I pull the door to so the lightning was no longer a concern. It muffled my playlist, but I just needed to shut off. The water was piping hot, it took me a while to fully lie down. But once I was in it felt amazing. A light steam filled the air, and a combination of sweat and condensation started to bead up on my unsubmerged breasts. I lay there until the water gets too cold for my liking. I almost fell asleep at one point, dangerous but well needed. I was finally relaxed. As I reach for the plug, the bathroom light goes off. My heart starts to race again. There's no windows in here, it was pitch black, and I left my phone on the bed! But just as I was planning my potentially slippery escape, the light comes back on with a loud click emanating from the wall near the door. Did the lightning trip the power? Odd for it to only last a few seconds. I quickly remove myself from the bath, and wrap a small towel around my waist, before the power goes off again. Water was still continued to run from my hair, creating small veins of water all over my breasts and back. I open the door to the bedroom and quickly run to drawer the curtains, so the neighbours don't catch a glimpse of my wet naked torso. As I approach the window, I see the nets move, blowing in the wind... The window was open! I slowly step back and as I do, my body hits something. A clothed rigid body, taller than me, clearly braced in expectation. My heart stops, I stand there, paralyzed in fear, unable to breathe, unable to scream. As myouth falls open a black gloves hand appears in my vision before covering my mouth.
"Don't you know it's a bad idea to have a bath in a lightning storm?"
My eyes widen at mans the cockney voice whispering into my ear. His other hand reaches behind, firmly holding my hands behind my lower back. He leans in and smells my lower neck. |
