Her scent lingers

October 22, 2015 by sirensong1208 16 Comments

She’s not there but her scent lingers.

He idly touches her things

The silk robe, the soft chemise she wears to bed

The lace top stockings she wore to dinner the evening before.

He lifts them to his face, inhaling her scent

Remembering how she looked fresh from her bath

Her countenance rosy as she smoothed the lotion over calves and thighs

His eyes tracking the movements of her fingers

Enjoying the way her skin looked, the muscles underneath moving with every new motion.

He rubs the silk against his cheek

Remembering how it felt under his hands as he stroked her thigh under the table

His fingers moving ever inward and upward

Her dress no barrier to his questing hands

Finding the edge of her lace knickers and slipping underneath

Touching her heat, her wetness

Knowing she would not betray his actions

Delighting in their game.

He remembers how quickly their clothes were discarded

Once they were alone.

How he had her keep her stockings and heels on as he bent her over the hall table

Her bare breasts flat against the cool and shiny surface

Their reflection in the hall mirror

An erotic capture

Showing how he slowly

And deliciously

Entered her from behind.

Feeling himself harden with the memory

He smiles in pleasure

As he hears her key in the door…

Photograph taken from Pinterest