Henry got Marisol’s text message just as his lunch meeting started.
On the little screen of his phone was a picture of her thick thighs, just barely covered by a pretty summer dress.
“Just got out of the spa. Waxed completely bare,” she wrote.
He went to reply so quickly he almost dropped his phone.
“You should come over. I’m not busy, I can leave the office in a half an hour,” he typed.
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Somewhere in between dreams I heard the shower start.
Opening my eyes some time later I found myself bathed in gray light coming through white linen curtains. Then I watched the naked legs of a woman in a towel walking back and forth in front of me as I laid on my side trying to decide whether I was awake or not. Occasionally those legs were followed by a nervous black cat who batted at the towel.
There were the distant smells of soap, shampoo, perfume, and all those sweet feminine scents I associated with her.
For a few moments sleep took me again, like an undertow dragging me into the waves.
Seconds or minutes or hours later I awoke with a start and sensed her near. She was far less nervous than the cat. Continue reading Wake Up