A Little Break From Reality

Chapter 8

I looked my clock; 11:47. 

"I'm going to shower," I stated and Jen nodded. "Care to join me?" I smiled as I watched Jen's open wide. I thought she going to turn down until she stood up waiting for me to lead on to the bathroom. I tangled my fingers around hers and lead on, Jen keeping in step with me. We reached the bathroom and I turned to Jen, her face red with embarrassment. I walked to her slowly, getting so close I could hear her breathing steadily increase. I lifted the bottom of her top and pulled it up and over her head slowly, revealing her beautiful body. I knew girls that would give everything they had to have a body like hers. I exhaled deeply at the sight of her. I slipped out of my slacks and helped Jen into the shower after turning it on. Jen stood for a moment, revising in the heat of the water against her sore muscles. I lathered my hands in soap and began to wash her body, gentle enough not to hurt her muscles further but hard enough to help the knots in her muscles release. She moaned. Once I had finished,she returned the gesture, her hands running across my skin oh so gently. When she finished I pulled her up and kissed her, our wet bodies touching and the steam from the water rising around us like mist, engulfing us.

Jen POV 

Tom had relieved my muscles from there aches and pains. He had taken me out away from reality as he kissed away all the worries in my head. I'd never felt so appreciated, so wanted, so loved. He made me feel so care free, and happy. It had been to long since I had felt anything like this. I cherished every moment. I looked into Tom's eyes longingly, losing myself in them. It was his gentle British voice that broke me from my thoughts. 

"Are we finished here, my dear?" 

"Yes I believe so," came my response. Gentle helped me out of the shower and dried me. While doing so, he brushed my side discovering my one weakness. Tickling. He laughed mischievously and tackled me to the floor, tickling mes I thrashed around in hysterical laughter. I fought against him, trying my hardest to break free but with no such results. Instead, he just tickled me harder, until my stomach ached from laughing.

Once he had finished my attack we finished getting dried and got dressed. He made breakfast, well, it was technically lunch. We sat down at the hardwood table and tucked in to the breakfast buffet Tom had effortlessly prepared. The food was wonderful! Each thing brought an exploding sensation to my taste buds. I wondered where he had learned to cook. When we were both finished and more than satisfied with the amount we had eaten we cleared away the dishes before relaxing on his sofa and watched a happy romantic comedy.