Fiery Passion Short Stories

The door closed and Becca fell against it in relief. It was 2 A.M. and she was exhausted from her date. Her legs were sore from dancing and walking on the waterfront before the rain started. Everything went so well that she didn’t want to spoil it by jumping Mike’s bones on their first date. Even though she’d felt his bone in the car—by accident of course.

Becca was a petite Asian woman, a little over 5 feet tall, with long black hair and tinted highlights. Her date with Mike had been a fluke thing set up by friends. He was a huge man. Six feet six inches tall, black hair, handsome and very funny.

Becca left a trail of cloths and shoes down the hall towards the bathroom. She started the water in her antique tub, making steam rise. She lit a few scented candles and poured herself a glass of brandy.

She looked in the full-length mirror at her small frame. While removing her black lace bra and leaning over to shimmy off her frilly underwear, she noticed her breasts were very perky and had what was referred to as a teardrop-shaped ass. It was a nice body. The small patch of pubic hair was well manicured. Her red fingernails dragged along her skin, and she felt it tingle at their touch.

Her eyes closed and she envisioned Mike touching her this way. Flustered, she turned the faucet off and stepped gingerly into the hot water, setting her glass of brandy by the tub.

The heat soothed her aching muscles but not her other ache. Becca drifted off a little, letting the warmth of

the water and the brandy relax her.

The showerhead above her dripped slowly as she lay back. She rested her head on the pillow and sipped her brandy. She lifted her hand up and felt the water cascade between her fingers and down the back of her arm.

She lay further down in the tub. The trickle of the faucet became a slow pulsing against her lower abdomen as she raised her hips. She closed her eyes and moved up a little and the small splashes of water reached her pubis.

Like a bass drum the thump slapped her tense skin. When Becca leaned her head back and pulled her hair out of the tub to let it hang, the water splashed between her legs and against her already aroused clit. The hot water seeped between her lips and soothed her. She took a long slow drink from her brandy and set the glass on the floor.

She lifted her leg up, laid it over the edge of the tub and glided her hand between her legs.

The water hit her hand as she moved it between the lips of her pussy. Her body rose in the bath as she spread her lips, letting the water clash with her heat. With each pound of the water she imagined it was Mike. The water licked her pink flesh and in her mind it was Mike licking her. Her head turned as the first wave seemed to rush through her body, a signal of arousal.