🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

OH COME ON!!

I take one of the fastest showers I have ever taken in my life, unwilling to linger in any areas of my body, unable to trust its reaction.
For crying out loud! What is this?
I've been to see Magic Mike three times with Laura, and experienced strippers at functions, one of whom was up far too close and personal at my hen do. I was also married to a very physically attractive man for six years and he really let all the lustful comments from reporters and fans go to his head, so I've seen all the moves, experienced all the peacocking and cocky swagger, and seen all the sex faces before, and yes, it's hot, but watching Yanni stirred something else inside of me. He woke the sleeping dragon of carnality after 4 years of hibernation and she is famished!
I huff frustratedly at my reflection in the full length mirror as I step from the cubicle thinking of ways to satisfy this hunger inside, and am compelled to take a critical look at my body.
The lack of appetite and the dancing over the past year has sculpted my abdomen nicely. I start to hum my favourite 5EX tune and place my left hand over my now tight and toned but still slightly rounded and feminine stomach, slowly trailing my fingers lightly up my body between my boobs, caressing the left side of my neck, my hips swaying in sync with the melody. Tracing my cheek with the backs of my index and middle fingers, I turn my face into my left shoulder sultrily as my fingers continue up to my forehead then back down the right side of my face, leaving a trail of electrified nerve endings in their wake.........

Stop it!!

I will NOT think about him this way!

I remind myself he's mean and cold, only out to torment and punish me, making my life as much of a trial as possible. I pick up my moisturiser and vigorously rub it into my body, noticing my limbs are so well toned now they seem longer and stronger. The recent sun has laid tender kisses on my skin leaving behind a light honey glow, and due to the amount of moisturiser I'm using at the moment it looks firm, smooth and well hydrated. I also notice my hair is a shade or two lighter. I've had no kids so all my bits remain in the locations God placed them, no tiger stripes of pride visible either.
I'm pleased by what I see, my self esteem and self image having taken quite a battering since my divorce, so it's great to feel good in my skin, and to feel desired, and also desirable.

I'm doing it again........ thinking about him exploring every inch of me with those eyes that are so often sparkling with lasciviousness, allowing his long slender fingers to roam tantalisingly over my skin, and begging him to taste me with that lusciously suggestive tongue!
I throw the moisturiser into the sink and growl at my reflection, pointing sternly at her and reminding her that we don't like him, then wrap my curves in an appropriately sized towel.........yes, I learned a lesson........ and open my bathroom door, coming face to face with Yanni!

He looks as shocked to be caught there as I feel at finding him. How long has he stood just the other side of that door only a few metres away from me while Im touching myself and thinking of him?!
I swallow hard and choke out a croaky and surprised greeting.....

"Ahh, oh, hi Yanni! You surprised me" I inform him unnecessarily as I squeeze past him, his frame almost filling the doorway. He clutches my hand as I attempt to pass, halting my progress, and my eyes are drawn to his.

Those eyes! My downfall!
I could spend a lifetime gazing into them. His really are the windows to his soul, his emotions and feelings laid bare for all to see, if they choose to look closely enough, which I do, telling myself it is purely for the purposes of research, getting to know him as he is quite a closed book. I'm going to need to employ all my skills and charm to get any information from this very aloof, stone hearted man. Right now those incredible eyes are blazing fire, mesmerising in their intensity, glistening pools of molten lava, but what is causing them to flame so fiercely? Anger, hate, or something else?