Oh, how I've missed you!!

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I sense you creeping behind me. But, I keep my eyes forward, the hot steamy water running over my face, cascading down my front; soothing my aching, stiff muscles from the tennis match that I’ve just finished.

As I sense your presence behind me, I know it is you. I pretend not to hear you almost silently step into the shower behind me. It’s just like this time last year, at the end of the tournament, same hotel room, straight after the finals. It had to be you! I had won for you, hoping you’d return again.

The water rushing around my ears almost deafens me, but the movement of the air and your scent, that encapturing breeze that I’ve never known anywhere else. It gives you away immediately. It can only be you. So close behind me, as your stiff nipples press firmly against my back. The soft flesh of your breasts flatten against me, then your body follows; pushing close to me, like a blanket. Softly enveloping my rocky, hard back with the supple, tender curves of your front. I feel instantly soothed by you, and reminded of how perfectly we fit together, as if you are the mould that I was once poured from. Each of my taut muscles nestles into you, feeling warmed and comforted. But we say nothing. I close my eyes tight. Almost scared to take this moment in, to cross the boundaries from my dreams of you into reality.

Your fingers make their first experimental contact, flitting expertly over my skin. Electric and awakening, the ends of your fingers charter a course over my being… and gradually down. Down. With the flow of the running water, joining the trail of dark soft hairs, pointing down to where I can already feel your presence, before you’re even there. Your nails entwine into the dark hairs, and join the very base of my member.

You bring your lips to my ear, “Congratulations champ…What do you want from me now?” you whisper. Your velvet Mediterranean accent, enchanting. Hearing your voice, feeling your breath against my ear sends butterflies coursing through me.

I don’t reply.

The water keeps running over my face as I turn my head and my dark eyes lock into yours. Two lively, roaming spirits find each other, recognize each other’s longing and remembering the joy of the other’s presence. Oh, Thank you God… it’s you. How I’ve longed for your return! Lying awake at night, wishing it were your breath I could hear beside me.

If you knew, the number of other faceless nameless lovers I’ve had, trying to fill this void that you left in me, since that day… Our first and last encounter, 362 empty, cold nights ago. Nights when my sad body has reached out for you, finding just empty space, or second rate, incomparable, useless you-substitutes. Always I was so desperate to learn the curve of your breasts again, the drumming of your beating heart as you drift off to sleep at my side, even just once more. What I wouldn’t give to be able to wake you up again, in that special way that I know you would like.

Placing my hands gently over yours, I glide them the extra inches they need. One hand coils around my length, holding it softly, whilst the other finds its way under. Encircling me with one hand full of fine, soft fingers. You have amazing hands. Unlike my hard athletic digits, your dainty and tender fingers heal and cool my tired skin. You are pressed hard against my back and I gasp in pleasure. The domes of your breasts crush against my back. I lean onto the wall for support, as steam begins to rise in the room, and hot water pours over us both.

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