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if I wanted to. Instead I draw a bath and sink deeply with my chocolate mass of curls piled high on my head. The jasmine scented body wash feels deliciously silky against my skin and I start to feel aroused between my thighs.
     
    What I really want to do right now is forget about the drama in my life and float away on a cloud of bliss. So I do. I soap the sponge and rub it up and down the length of my legs, for the moment steering clear of the insides of my thighs. I know I will get there soon enough.
    My hand trails languidly to my hips and leaves a trail of bubbles behind as it goes. I am slim and still youthful enough not to have any signs of age showing on my body. Stretch marks have not even surfaced on my skin. Water sloshes over the tub as I move to soap up my stomach and breasts. My nipples contract at my touch, eager to be caressed and knowing exactly what is going to follow. The circular motion of my hand finds its way up my arm and then on towards my neck.
     
    Heat pools on my face, cheeks flushed and radiant pink from the temperature of the water. I know it is not just that though. I’m starting to feel an ache deep in the pit of my belly and it won’t be much longer until I become frantic with desire. It’s at this precise moment that a memory of Jake pops unbidden into my head.
     
    As I remember the length of him thrust up inside of me a tiny moan escapes my lips. I need release from the throbbing of my clitoris and I touch myself with my fingers to try and curb the aching inside my depths. I try not to let my anger at his obvious rejection last night wash over me. I just want to enjoy this moment and remember what it had been like the last time we were together.
     
    He is cheeky and playful – breezy almost. Carefree and willing to please. His attitude pleases me and I need and want him here with me. But I am alone. The caressing of my labia and inner warmth do nothing to satiate me. I need more but know it is not going to happen here. I will have to leave the warmth of the tub and take this party of one to the bedroom.
     
    Hungry for release, there is no waiting to find my vibrator. I’m sure a quick rub up and down a pillow will douse the flames I have already fanned. To be fair, I will not rub my pussy on my own pillow. Lucky Harold will have my musky smell lingering on his sheets and I giggle as I drag it to the middle of the bed.
     
    Still dripping wet I throw myself on top of it and grasp the edge of the sheets in my hand. I draw my knees up as I lay flat on my belly over the pillow and start to rock back and forth. In my mind’s eye, I see Jake beneath me. His dirty blonde hair frames his face and I picture how his blazing brown eyes bore into mine. Remembering how his breathing quickens when he knows I am about to come makes me grab the pillow with my knees all the tighter. The memory of him is not nearly enough, but it will do. With one last thrust I feel the spasms of my vagina as it struggles for something to cling onto while I orgasm loudly. I flop against the bed, spent from my exertions. I feel a little emotional as I lay here alone.
     
    The vacuum can be heard starting up downstairs and I hope Penny the cleaner was not just witness to the loud cries I was making. The hair that frames my face clings to the perspiration that has beaded there and I decide to have a quick cold shower.
     
    Penny has started on the breakfast dishes as I emerge for the day. She smiles politely but does not let on she has heard me earlier. The telephone on the kitchen bench trills and I reach out to grab it. It’s Harold.
     
    ‘Katherine I’ve forgotten my briefcase near the bottom of the stairs. Be a peach and bring it to me at the office.’ I am reluctant as he sounds a little beguiling, but smile in spite of myself and decide I can’t refuse his request. A thought springs to mind, and I think it is the perfect opportunity to start my deception.
    ‘Of course darling, I shan’t be long.’ He