Revenge Can Be Sweet

"The no-good, sniveling, whining, sexist pig" she says as she stomps around her living room. "I can't believe he dumped me over the phone. I can't believe he dumped me AT ALL." She stomps some more. "Well I'm too good for him. Calling ME a cold fish. HA!! I'll show him." She picks up her drink and takes a big gulp.

Before she can change her mind, she walks over to the phone and places a call. A male answers on the other end and she lays out her plan to him. Never one to pass up a little fun, he readily agrees. He promises to arrive at her place at the specified time. She says goodbye and starts to make the arrangements for the evening.

Picking up the phone again she places another call to "the pig". Playing on his ego, she asks him to come over so they can talk. She gives him the time to arrive. He says that will be fine. She then tells him to just use his key if she doesn't answer right away because she may be taking a nap. He agrees. She continues her preparations. She puts a bottle of wine in the refrigerator to chill, cuts up some fruit and vegetables for "nibblies".

Then she moves on to her favorite pastime. She goes into the bathroom and starts the water, hot and steaming, just the way she likes it. She puts some drops of lavender bubble bath and watches the bubbles appear. She turns to the mirror as the tub fills and puts up her hair. She tosses a white terry towel onto the towel warmer and strips off her jeans and sweatshirt, tossing them into the laundry hamper. She takes off her panties and bra and tosses them in also.

Looking at herself in the mirror she tries to see herself as others see her. Starting with her legs, she eyes them critically. "So they aren't the longest legs, they are nicely shaped," she says out loud. She moves to her hips and rests her hands on them. "Mmmmmmm not bad," she murmurs. She splays her hand over her flat stomach and around her waist. She raises her hands and cups her breasts in her hands. "Well, they aren't the biggest," she states. "But they are . . . ummmmm . . . perky, yeah, perky," she says as she giggles.

Stepping into the tub she leans back and rests her head on the edge. The warm water caresses her skin and relaxes her; she lets all thoughts of revenge and anger seep away into the water. She feels her eyes slide shut.

She feels a light touch on her shoulder. Slowly she opens her eyes and sees him standing in her bathroom. Startled she sits up and says "What are you doing here?" He grins at her and looks his fill, she not realizing that she is giving him a little show as the bubbles slide off her chest. She looks at his grin and realizes where his eyes are and squeals and sits back down in the water, under the bubbles, crossing her arms over her breasts.

She blushes as he asks "Do you know what time it is?"

She shakes her head no.

"It's 7:00, didn't you tell me to come over at 7:00?"

"Oh God" she exclaims "I must have fallen asleep. "Can you give me a couple of minutes and I'll be out in a jiffy?"

He shakes his head no.

"No?" she asks.

"No," he replies.

"Why not?" she asks again.

He responds by undoing the buttons of his shirt. He opens it and slips it off his shoulders letting it drop to the floor.

"No, no, no," she cries. "That's not the plan. I said we would just have dinner and when "the pig" gets here, he would catch us, but we were only supposed to be eating, I didn't have anything else planned."

He chuckles as she scoots farther down in the water and reaches for the button of his pants.

"I've just changed the rules," he replies to her stammering statement.

He pops open the button of his pants and unzips the zipper, pushing them to the floor. He chuckles again at the look of shock on her face.

"But . . . but . . .but . . ." she stutters.

"But nothing" he says.

He pushes down his boxers and kicks them to the side. He stands there a minute as she starts at his feet and looks up and down his gorgeous body. She stares at his cock for a moment and watches as it lengthens and swells in front of her. She licks her suddenly dry lips. Under her hands she feels her nipples pucker in response.

He takes a step and her eyes widen in surprise. He takes another step as she starts to stammer again "But . . "

He chuckles as he steps into the tub. He sits down as she scoots her legs up to her chin. He grabs her feet and pulls her to him, placing her legs over his thighs, and pulling her as close to him as she can get. He wraps his arms around her securely.

For a moment, she can only stare at him, surprise written on her face. He leans in and kisses her neck lightly, trailing his tongue over it. He hears her sigh and feels her nipples pucker against his chest. He trails his thumb over her bottom lip encouraging her to open her mouth. She licks the tip of his thumb. He buries his hands in her hair as they kiss; hard, wet, deep, tongues mating, caressing.

She slides a hand down over his chest, nails gently raking his skin. Through her fingertips, she feels the shiver that goes through him. He smooths his hands down her back, pulling her close, crushing her breasts to his chest. She wiggles her hips, pressing herself against his hard cock. He pushes his hips up against her, making waves in the water. The slippery bubbles allow them to slide against one another, creating a friction like no other.

He cups her ass in his hands and lifts her slightly. He blows the bubbles off her breasts and hears her moan. He licks the underside of her breast, circling it with his tongue. She takes his head in her hands as he leans forward to suck on her nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth. She moans again as sensations flood her body. He moves to the other breast as he squeezes her ass in his hands. Her hands clutch at his shoulders.

She wiggles her hips again brushing the head of his cock against her pussy. His moan is muffled against her breast, as she does it again, and again. She takes his head in her hands and tips his head back, brushing her lips across his as she brushes her pussy across the head of his cock. Taking control of the situation, he slides her slowly down his body, the bubbles contributing to the feeling of skin sliding against skin. Her nipples graze his chest sending little shivers through her as the head of his cock presses against her pussy.

Her tongue flicks out and licks his bottom lip as she flexes her hips and slides his head against her slit. She moans low and flexes again as a shudder rolls over her. This time, he flexes his hips, his head falls back and a groan escapes him "Dammit, woman."

She feigns a look of innocence and smiles slightly as she responds "Yesssssss?"

He chuckles as thrusts his cock into her pussy with one thrust of his hips. She gasps at the sensation and wraps her hips around his back and squeezes tight. They continue to kiss; long, slow, drugging kisses. She rocks her hips back and forward, setting a slow pace to start, the water creating the feeling of slow motion. They continue the slow pace as their passion builds. She loses all sense of time, of herself. There is only she and he, together as one.

As she rocks her hips again his, she gradually increases the pace. She can feel his heart racing as she is pressed against his chest, matching the rhythm of her own. As he continues to slide in and out of her pussy, their movements cause small waves in the water. The water cascades over the side of the tub to pool on the floor.

She can feel him throbbing deep inside her. He flexes his hips, pushing himself deeper. He slides one hand over her breast, squeezing, his thumb raking over her nipple. His other hand slips low over her stomach, her navel. He presses two fingers against her clit and wiggles them back and forth.
She tears her mouth away from his, gasping for air as her whole body goes rigid. She grabs his shoulders in her hands, her nails digging in. Throwing back her head, she screams as she cums hard, fast, her muscles clenching at his cock, pushing him over the edge. He captures her mouth with his own again as he cums deep inside her, thrusting into her hard, deep. She collapses against his chest, panting lightly. He gently kisses her cheek, he own breathing laboured.

She hears a low sound and tries to place what it would be. She hears it again and raises her head off his shoulder. He hears her gasp. He follows her line of vision and sees her "ex" boyfriend standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She squeals in surprise and grabs a towel to cover herself.

"How can you do this to me?" he shouts.

She only looks back at him and answers "To you???"

"Yeah" he says, "I thought we had something special."

She can feel a bubble of hysteria start to form. "Special?" she asks. "Is that why you were screwing the waitress the other night?"

He looks away sheepishly then looks back. "Well I think we should put all of this behind us," he says. She nods in agreement and says "You can leave your key on the counter."

Her ex shakes his head and replies "No, I meant we should forget all this and move on. I was watching you, you were incredible."

She blushes slightly and wiggles her hips causing little waves in the water and him to start to harden inside her again. She looks at him in surprise but he just smiles, holds her closer and plants a kiss on her neck.

"I guess I just needed the right motivation."

She gives him a quick kiss and looks back at her ex-boyfriend.

"Oh, I doubt I could ever forget this night and you need to leave now."

She gives another little wiggle as he caresses her hip under the water,"I've got more important things to do."

Her ex turns and walks away down the hall. She shouts after him "And lock the door behind you."

She turns back to him and trails a finger down his chest, watching the bubbles slide off. "Now, where were we??"