Falling Water - Sex Stories

Falling Water

... turned, quickly microwaved water, and added coffee syrup to it. As she reached for the sugar, he said, "I'll go with your recommendation, and try it black." She handed him the cup, and he cradled it for a moment, savoring the warmth in his still-chilled hands. "It smells delicious," he added, taking a sip. "That's incredible! Where did you say you got that device?" She named the store, and realized that her fingers were getting numb and she was starting to shiver. "Look," she said, "give me a minute to get into something dry. If the cat comes out, just ignore him unless he jumps on your lap; he's a bit skittish. But if he jumps up, either pet him or shoo him away, as you prefer." She hurried down the short hall to her bedroom, a little surprised that she was leaving a stranger alone in her apartment. "He could liberate the laptop and my purse, and be out of here in seconds," she thought, but somehow didn't think he would. She knew serial killers are known for seeming trustworthy, but there was something deeply reassuring in his manner. Rachel stripped off her clothes quickly, reached for her robe, and noticed that she still felt chilled to the bone. "A quick shower," she thought. Her bedroom had a door that led into the bathroom; she wouldn't even need to go out into the hall in her robe, so he couldn't possibly get the wrong idea. She caught up her thick terrycloth robe, and crossed into the bathroom. She turned the spray on in the shower, hung up the robe, and stepped in. ...

... In the kitchen, Jordan heard the shower start up. He looked around the apartment. It was nice but not wealthy; tidy but not fussy, and pretty clearly she lived alone. He wondered if he should ask her to dinner when she came back. Perhaps as he was leaving; he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. The blanket helped the chill, but he was still cold. He took another sip of coffee, and realized that the chill and the sound of running water were having an effect on him. He hoped she would be done in the bathroom soon. Rachel stood under the hot spray, luxuriating in being warm again. She pondered offering Jordan the shower, but realized he had nothing to change into, so it wouldn't make much difference. Unbidden, an image of him in her shower sprang to her mind. He looked trim and healthy. Did he work out? Were there lean defined muscles under that suit? Or was his shape more the result of tailoring that exercising? What would he look like in the shower? She realized she was getting aroused. Her last relationship had ended some four months before; not catastrophically, they had just realized it wasn't going anywhere. Adrian had been pleasant, but she had realized she was never going to want to marry him, have children with him, or even just grow old together. When she'd half-heartedly brought up ending the relationship, he'd agreed equally half-heartedly, and they had parted amiably. Since then, she'd had a couple of one-night stands, but nothing special. But the black eyes and ...