Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... flashbacks of the night. Running her fingers back, she smoothed her hair, then hugged herself.

She needed to shower.

She reeked of his cologne, and sex.

It was nauseatingly strong. Snatching back the covers, she padded over the carpeting to the closet-sized shower. A huge shower head dropped from the center of the tiny cubicle fitted with mosaic tile. She turned the round, silver knob and cool water flowed.

Each drop felt like ice as it went over her body. She shuddered. But the shock of it soothed her aching limbs. She let it trickle between her legs and further relief cooled the throbbing lips of her vagina.

“Mmm,” she breathed. Her head went back and the water filled her nose and ears, as it ran down her face. She needed a shower. A cleansing. Everything would be okay. She was okay. Lathering and scrubbing every inch of herself, she felt her strength return. Then she exited the shower and dried herself best she could. The fancy hairdo gone, the makeup gone, it was just Daisy staring back at her. How she missed her.

She felt it. Movement. The boat wasn’t swaying, it was moving. She looked down at her wet toes then back over her shoulder. “We’re moving?”

Wrapping the towel around her, she walked out into the cabin. He’d told her they were going to remain docked. Why were they moving? Daisy checked her watch, rubbing her thumb over the foggy bezel. It was just around three in the morning. Time to go, to return to Pete, and figure things out. Her heart ...

... burned at the thought of his betrayal. Here she was torturing herself over what she might do that he’d agreed to, and he was… he was… doing what he pleased. She closed her eyes to keep the tears from spilling and tried to put Pete’s betrayal in perspective. She knew when she saw him last that he didn’t want this. If anything, she’d driven him to it. Well, part of her was relieved. He cheated and she cheated. They could get past it. What was done was done.

They were still in love.

Daisy picked up her dress. The gown she wore yesterday seemed ridiculous to put on now. Where were her clothes? Damn it! Did she bring them on the boat? She felt a slight shift and lean and then a low grumbling that seemed to be coming from the carpeted floor. They were either slowing or stopping. Daisy grabbed the robe she saw conveniently placed on the chaise. It wasn’t until she tied the sash that she realized the black and silver robe was a woman’s kimono with a perfect fit for her. She looked down and discovered a pair of black slippers, with a fluffed yet exposed toe and a two-inch heel.

Had he placed them there for her while she showered?

She dipped a foot inside each mule and ventured out. These gifts she would gladly return for her clothes and a trip back to the hotel. Her heels echoed against the polished wooden steps as she climbed to the next deck. At the center was the table where the dinner had been served, now cleaned away. The wine bottle and glasses remained. She wasn’t a ...