Before, After, & Forever

let me watch you | JOYCE

The room is quiet, and the only light surrounding her is the flicker of ten candles casting a faint, warm glow around the bathroom. The tiny tea lights are lined up along the tub's rim like little stars glistening in the night sky or like the lights that beamed for landing airplanes. Her home was vacant for the first time in at least three weeks, which means that she and Hopper hadn't had more than ten minutes to themselves on any given day. Between wild teenagers and the world-ending situations they always found themselves fighting, special moments together were rare once they finally admitted their feelings for each other. Instead of being in this bathtub with her like he should be, her husband was at the fucking station. She was alone, fantasizing... and there was a throbbing ache in her lower belly. Joyce was incredibly turned on, and she was positive that the second she touched herself, she would be close to orgasmic euphoria. As much as she wished that her lover could've been here to pleasure her, that way she didn't have to do it herself, the 'Sheriff' could eat her pussy later until she was a blissful, squirming mess beneath him, once he returned home from work. She was his favorite appetizer, after all, and the best dinner he'd ever had (his words, not hers), and the only dessert he ever wanted to devour again.

Unfortunately, she is solitary, with only her hand and a detachable, hand-held shower head, but she could make that work damn well. The appliance was silver-plated and had a dial with at least seven unique settings. If she shifted the dial just right, the position between two streams was the perfect sensation to remind her of Hopper's tongue, and when she flicked her wrist over and over with that pressure on her clitoris... oh fuck, did it feel like he was between her thighs. She decided that getting off with the shower head was what she desperately needed because she didn't want to work too hard for this climax. This day was going to be relaxing because she had set herself up in the perfect environment to be as loud as she pleased and scream her lover's name as much as she desired. It was time for a bit of self-care.

Then, she shifted in the water to sit up, grabbing both sides of the porcelain, white tub surrounded by grey tile walls and sealed with pure white grout in the cracks so she could stand up. Joyce reached for the shower head before turning the faucet's handle on so the water would spurt out. Turning and turning, she rotated the handle until she found the temperature that wasn't too cold, not too hot, but rather on the cooler side of lukewarm. The brunette didn't settle until the heat of the water was a nearly exact match to how his mouth would feel against her. With a satisfied hum and the bite of her bottom lip, she sat herself back in her previous position and leaned her back against the cold ceramic of the bathtub above where the water stopped. Then, she allowed her legs to fall open so she could dip the shower head into the water and between her succulent thighs. Her other hand slipped down the creamy, light skin of her stomach lined with stretch marks from two pregnancies, until her fingers reached the lips of her cunt and a thin, small patch of dark curls sitting upon them.

"Just... like..." she whispered into the empty room, using her pointer and middle finger to spread her lower lips so the water massaged her swollen, tender clitoris. "... that." Joyce moaned the lone word, the water pressure instantly creating a noisy mess out of her. While moving the shower head up and down tediously, mimicking the feeling of Hopper licking her, she begins to imagine that scenario exactly. The brunette leans back, closes her eyes, and pictures her husband between her legs.

Her mind is vivid with the image of Hopper. She imagines his ferocious grip on her thighs, his large hands able to clasp around her entire leg. Fucking hell, he was huge. She loved how godly he was compared to her petite frame. She had been paying so much attention to him over the years, diligent with the way her eyes raked over his body, and she discovered that one of his legs was the size of her. It didn't surprise her to find out that his cock was so beyond average that he could quite literally sit in her guts, maybe even her fucking chest cavity, if she wanted. Joyce flicked her wrist a few times, the water circling her sensitive clitoris as she grasped the handle tight enough to turn her knuckles white. Her chest began to rise and fall sporadically, a string of erotic whimpers and sweet nothings filling the room, bouncing off the bathroom walls and echoing. The flustered brunette was so lost in the moment that she could really feel his calloused fingers biting deliciously into her smooth skin.