The Night Watch ✓

9 / good clean fun

On Saturday evening, Gaia had left to go and see her parents, leaving the flat to Bree until she returned on Monday evening. That night had been lonely, as Bree had eaten alone and watched crappy TV until she had taken herself to bed, keeping an eye out for Kit, but he wasn't there. Or perhaps he was, but his curtains were drawn, and she had gone to sleep thinking about the way he smelled. A gentle musk, a hint of spice that tantalised her taste buds. He had filled her dreams, in which he had filled her.

When she rose on Sunday morning, right before morning became afternoon, her body cried out for attention after she had worked herself up during the night. There were mornings when Bree couldn't get out of bed until she had given herself an orgasm, her lungs weighed down by desire, and some nights it was the only way she could get to sleep. Nick had teasingly called her a sex addict in the past, though it wasn't sex she craved. It was the rollercoaster of intensity, the high that struck her like lightning and rolled through her body like thunder. It was the moment of release, whether she brought it on herself or someone gave it to her.

He was sitting at his desk with his laptop open in front of him, tapping away and bobbing his head. Bree sashayed over to the window, half of her body visible, and she took a towel from her chair. She wanted him to see her before she showered, gazing out of the window until he seemed to feel her eyes on him. Kit looked up, his eyes locking onto hers, and she gave him a smile.

Holding the towel around her chest with one hand, she lifted the other in an understated wave. He raised an eyebrow and returned the gesture, and Bree felt her chest warm under his gaze. This wasn't just some crazy fantasy anymore: she had heard his voice and he had heard hers. She knew his name, and she wanted him to know hers. She wanted more. From her top drawer, she took out one of her most reliable toys, a modest suction cup dildo that worked wonders in the shower.

Kit stared at it, his eyes fixed on the pink silicon, and Bree knew it. She liked to push the boundaries, testing how far she could go, and she wasn't done yet. Letting go of one side of the towel, the material covered little more than her right breast, and she held his gaze as she moved the toy between her legs. With a gasp, she pushed it in and she could've sworn that she saw the jump of Kit's throat as he gulped.

She blew him a kiss and turned around, swaying her hips as she walked to the bathroom with a vision of him in her head. Picturing him and smelling him, she closed her eyes as she stood under the warm stream and she detached the shower head. The bathroom was the perfect place to lose herself in a fantasy: hot and steamy, and extra clean. The flat to herself, and the water muffling any sound from the bathroom, there was no-one to hear the way she moaned as used the powerful jet on her body. Her dildo was suctioned to the glass at the perfect height and she moved on it slowly as she massaged her breasts and moved the shower head between her legs.

That shower had become a good friend of hers over the years. It gave her almost as much pleasure as she gave herself, and she didn't hold back as she imagined it was Kit between her thighs working wonders with his tongue and his hand, his fingers caressing every inch of her body. Her toes dug into the non-slip mat and she gripped the soap tray for leverage as she sank down on the dildo, filling her with every plunge, and the water pummelled her sensitive flesh. She never lasted long in the shower. After just a few minutes, she let out a strangled cry as her orgasm took over and her legs buckled, slithering to the floor and riding out each contraction between her hips with a loose-lipped smile.

Washing was her second priority. Once her legs could support her Bree stood and massaged shampoo into her scalp, going through the motions until she stepped out and wrapped the towel around herself. She took the toy back to her room with her, throwing it on her bed along with the towel as she searched through her cupboard for something to wear.