Hope you can forgive me for leaving my other piece alone for so long. I know where I want to go with it, but am having some trouble rectifying it with the characters and their relationship. This is in a similar vein, and I hope to do some of the same things, make a piece sexy because of the characters and not just the amount of fluids being exchanged. But I digress, more to come, and please, critique is always appreciated. As I prefer, tags are at the bottom so as not to spoil the content

Ski boots pounded on the floor of as we collapsed through the door. My coat was open and I was practically boiling underneath my shirts and hauling the kit. Jen shoved the door closed and fixed the chain, then grabbed me by the collar and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled reflexively, but admittedly, I felt like really gross. I piled boots and poles and bags against the door to dry and hung my coat and helped Jen out of hers.

She’s a mousy girl, all cheeks and legs with strawberry blonde hair drawn back into a pony tail. She wore a tee shirt with a deconstructed skier that read, “Yard Sale” She stretched and said, “I’m getting a shower.”

I assented with a groan and made my way into the kitchenette. She stripped off her shirt and tossed it into a laundry bin in the condo’s hall, a black sports bra underneath covering her chest. If my bones weren’t aching, I’d have joined her in a second. Instead I fixed snacks. We had some goat cheese and crackers and also some tapenade. I found a bottle of Jen’s wine. The cork came free with an especially loud high-altitude POP!

“Ooh!” I heard her chirp, “You better save me some!”

I decanted the bottle and set a frozen pizza to bake. The wine was dark red and had an earthy head. I had just finished cleaning glasses and setting silverware when Jen came out of the shower in her robe. She gave me a smile, her pink lips hooking at the edges and her eyes dipping down just a little maliciously. Her hair had a little kinky curl to it and glistened, still wet. She popped a cracker into her mouth and cooed orgasmically, rolling her eyes as over-the-top as she could

“I do good?”

“Ohmigod yes,” she said, and then she gave me a shove towards the shower.

I complied, stripping out of the heavy winter clothes. I’m fit, I suppose, in a “still-young-enough-not-to-need-to-work-at-it” way, but there’s a little more gray in my hair than there was in grad school. As I got into the shower, I noticed that Jen had the effect on me that she always does when she’s wet. I turned the hot water down.

I heard her working at something in the den when I came out, but took a few moments to dry and dress. I had a dress shirt, dark red, and black slacks, though I remained barefoot on the plush carpeted floor. I ran a towel through my hair and decided that the bit of scruff on my chin looked good, and not too hobo-like to be entirely presentable. I took a deep breath, which I immediately followed with a gasp when I saw what Jen had changed into.

She sat on the kitchen island, wine glass in hand, eyes on fire. Her cream legs highlighted by dark purple garters and a matching sheer babydoll chemise. Apple sized breasts and coke bottle hips gave it a fatal curve, her nipples raised up to twin peaks under the fabric. She sipped her wine, “C’mere.”

TAGS: M/F, No Sex