Water under the bridge

Part 16: Back to reality

Part 16: Back to reality

I watch her....She is getting ready for work. Standing in her walk-in closet trying to pick out what to wear for work. Clad in only her black lacy panties and a matching bra, she lets her hands touch several outfits before she settles for the one which matches her mood today. She is going for the pure white look today. White high waist suit pants, a black camisole and a matching white jacket. It clings to her body perfectly, outlining her perfect round ass and a little cleavage. I can tell by her choice that she doesn't have any patients today. If she had I know for sure they wouldn't be able to concentrate with her looking like that. Many men wouldn't like their wife to draw this kind of sexual attention from other men or women, but I can't help but feel proud when she turns people's heads. She, on the other hand, doesn't have a clue as to what kind of attraction her beautiful physical appearance attracts.
She is almost ready now... she puts a little perfume on her wrists and then takes her charm bracelet. But before she puts it on, she holds it close to her heart for just a second. It is small gestures like that, that melt my heart and make me love her even more, if that's even possible.

I'm getting ready for my first day back to work since we returned from Miami. We have spent the last couple of days just relaxing and enjoying being home. All of our kids have been coming over and we have spent every evening eating dinner together. They say that when something bad happens it is always followed by something good. In this case it has brought us a family, closer together. Brady and I have repaired our relationship and we are closer than ever before. Carrie and Sami are not arguing about everything but actually working together on this thing for the hospital. Eric is home from Colorado and it seems like he is happy here in Salem. And our Bell is just content, not being caught in the middle of our sometimes chaotic dysfunctional family.
John and I have been talking about what happened both before his plane crash and what he endured on the island. We both had been having these horrific nightmares and they seemed very much alike. We agreed that we must have this special kind of connection where we both can sense danger ahead.... even though it sounds ridiculous. We also agreed that in the future, we will tell each other and take these kinds of omens seriously. I also told him about Mark and the creepy feeling I get when he is around. John said he will do some research about his background and told me to keep my eyes open and not let my guard down. I know he worries about me, worries about my safety. I worry about him too. He told me that during his time on the island he felt like he wasn't being himself. He suddenly knew all these things about survival and had some strange flashes about him being some kind of mercenary. When he told me a chill ran through my body... It scared me. I thought about the nightmare I had when we stayed at the Inn...the one where I couldn't reach him and when he turned around his eyes were blank and cold. Could these flashes be from the past he doesn't remember???
"You look mighty beautiful and sexy Dr. Evans" he says as he walks up behind me, wearing only his black boxers. He puts his hands on my hips and places a kiss on my neck. I'm just finishing up, putting on my charm bracelet. I lean back into him and turn my head, my mouth seeking his. Our lips meet and I quickly sneak my tongue inside his warm mouth. His hands move and wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to his warm naked chest.
We both feel the effect of not being able to make love, as we quickly get carried away. Our need for each other is too strong, too persistent to be ignored. "Hmmm good morning big boy" I say when I tear my lips away and look at him with eyes filled with want. Dear God I want him..right here...right now. I want him to tear my clothes off and take me hard against the wall or anywhere...to this point I don't even care anymore, I just want to feel him buried deep inside my core, filling me with his big beautiful cock.
Bell's yelling interrupts my dirty thoughts and brings me back to reality. One more week and I'm going to make those dirty dreams come true.
"Mom I'm going to be late...are you coming?" "I'm coming, I'm coming" I yell back.
"And you my dear, I will see you when I'm finished at the hospital... you behave yourself" I give him a flirtatious smile, pad his naked chest and give his lips a little peck and then leave for work.