Palawan Strangers (CharDawn)

Three

Content warning: Not suitable for young readers. Theme may be sensitive.

Dawn prepares the bathtub. She throws in her favorite rosewater froth bath bomb. Tonight, she'll treat herself to a nice bath. She even set the bathroom light into a warm light. When the water was at the right temperature, she strips herself in front of the bathroom mirror.

She watches herself in the mirror. Butterflies flutter wildly in the pit of her stomach. Her lips tingle as she reaches it gently. An unexplainable desire is clouding in her mind. The subject –that man, that stranger. Why on earth do I fancy that stranger?

So much had happened that afternoon. It was no coincidence –that is what she thinks. Why do I feel that I've known him for so long? Why do I feel like he is no stranger at all? Why... Why do I feel at ease even if he is a stranger?

She was pleased with herself, at her own body as she looked at the mirror. She eyes her curves. Pwede pa, okay naman. Pwede pang makipagsabayan sa mga bagets. Her body tingles pleasantly as she cups the side of her neck.

She closes her eyes and all he can see is the face of that stranger. She can still feel the heat radiating off of him in steady waves earlier when they were shoulder-to-shoulder close to each other.

She draws in a deep breath and snaps her eyes open. Stop it.

Dawn eases herself down into the white free-standing modern acrylic bathtub. Her body relaxes at the warm and aromatic water –it was so therapeutic. She closes her eyes in an attempt to clear her mind.

But it didn't. It hasn't.

The face of the stranger appeared again. Her mind wandered back to what had happened earlier. Something about that stranger stuck with Dawn and wouldn't leave her. He was so handsome, yes, given. But that wasn't. Sure, his full, irresistible lips were part of it. She is sure she wasn't interested in dating at the moment, but she wasn't dead inside. She hadn't been kissed, properly, in what... two years? Three years? Goodness. How cruel is that?! It wasn't just his body that was so sexy, his voice was, his eyes were.

When was the last time she was intoxicated by a passionate desire? She cannot remember.

She caresses herself as the clear image of the stranger runs in her mind.

Her heart beats wildly, and she couldn't take a full breath.

Down, further, and further, her hand moves, leaving a trail of shivers. By the time she reached her sensitive core, her body was out of control. She finally enters herself.

When was the last time? She cannot remember.

On and on, deeper and deeper, she seals her lips so her lustful howls wouldn't be heard. She was lost in the feeling.

The image of that man –the way he looks at her, his scent, those little body interactions are buzzing every part of her with pleasure.

Yes, oh yes.

Dawn was on the edge, crying with it. This desperate want of her needs to be sated.

A shriek from her throat came of its own accord. Every nerve of her body is erupting, every blood vessel pulsating and every hormone fluctuating.