Ch. 1 Today of All Days
Like it had happened so many times before, he would come up behind me, knowing that I was busy either at the stove cooking dinner, or at the sink washing the dinner dishes, or some other menial task, and start playing grab-ass, today was no different.
I had just stuck my hands in the hot, soapy dishwater when he pressed himself against my backside. He was very predictable. First, his hands went up under my shirt and made their way up my ribs until they reached my braless boobs. He knew how much I loved having my nipples tweaked, and with a slight pinch, he began rolling them between his thumb and finger.
He knew that was a good start to getting my pants off, and as much as I didn’t want him to stop playing with my tits, I hoped and prayed that today of all days, he wasn’t just teasing.
He did let go of my boobs, much to my dismay, but I was delighted as his hands slid down my bare belly and landed on my zipper. He tucked his thumbs into my waistband, catching my thong at the same time, and when my belt loops had gotten just below my ass cheeks, he stopped.
I normally would have told him, “Go away, I’m busy,” long before this due to his suck-ass timing, but I didn’t, not today.
I had already started to get wet, and I don’t mean from the dishwater, when he stopped. I let him know that today my answer wasn’t going to be “No,” and helped the process by sliding my pants the rest of the way to my ankles and then kicking them to the corner cabinet.
I spread my feet wide in anticipation of his penetration. The dinner dishes could wait. I was still up to my elbows in soapsuds when I could feel his granite-hard pecker begin pushing its way between my butt cheeks. I have never allowed him access to my back door and wasn’t about to start today, so I leaned forward until my head hit the sink, providing him with a better angle at my pussy.
However, in that position, my poor clit would have been neglected, so, to help things along, I rinsed the soap from my hands and began a little self-massage. It felt good, but it was over far too soon. It would have helped if he had done it. I prayed that he knew that.
Today, of all days, I prayed to God that he knew that, because it was exactly one year ago today, I lost him. Today of all days, I wish that I’d never said, “Go away, I’m busy.”
