Stranger in my house

Chapter Three

The steam from the scalding bath water fogs up the mirror. Thankfully, it was still hot after the thirty-minute pre shower I took to get rid of all the shit and possibly the top two layers of my skin. The hypnotic sultry melody of Alina Baraz and Galimatias’s ‘Make You Feel’ plays on my stereo. The music caresses my soul soothing me, helping to make the transgressions of the night nothing more than a blur.  The warm amber glow radiating from my favorite Lavender Vanilla scented candles’ light flickers casting a series of dancing shadows across the walls of the bathroom. The light flowery and sweet fragrance leaving a gentle kiss to my senses. I am surrounded by the comforting scent, thanks to the bath bomb, oils, bodywash, shampoo and even two small Lavender plants dangling from the ceiling in their hanging pots placed precariously on either side of the mirror It made for the perfect pop of color against my dreary gray decorated bathroom. Warmth washes over me as I sink further into submersion, water caresses my limbs. Engulfing me in a sensation of absolute comfort and rejuvenation. Water always seemed to have this effect on me like all my troubles and stress were immediately dissipated once I felt the first drop against my skin. It was the only time I felt fully free to relax and be free to let go of the days emotional and physical baggage.  Granted my water bill was always sky high and I sure as hell had not helped it any tonight. But his situation was an emergency and I sure as shit was not cutting back on the utility after tonight’s dilemmas.

Thank goodness I just got through restocking my bathroom with my favorite scent. For the first time ever, my impulse shopping had saved me in the long run.  I swear I would have broken down crying If I had to make a last-minute Walmart run during prime club goer rush hour, while covered in human excrement. I And I do not mean the cute little pageant queen dab my eyes with a napkin tears, I mean the gasping for air in spurts, mascara ruined, full on snot running down my face to my top lip nasty ass sobs. Thank god for small victories though I can just relax and enjoy. Finally, able to unwind; I Lay my head up against the back of my Victorian styled porcelain bathtub and inhale deeply. I look down at the tattoo on my wrist yet again. I scrubbed my wrist with my loofa only to see the image had not even so much as faded. After three more failed attempts later. I finally give up and just lay back against the tub deciding to just let it be for now.

My mind drifts back to the night's events. I start back tracking my conversation with the sexy galactic soldier, and Immediately start criticizing myself for not having a better attitude during the conversation. I want to shake it off, but for some reason I get trapped on his facial expressions but most of all his hypnotizing eyes the intense feline like almond shapes seem to burn into my mind teasing me; the warm hazel glow drawing me in holding my attention with their seductive stare. 

As if they are almost daring me to look away. My body starts to tingle the lust creeping across my skin leaving a trail of goose bumps. I could almost feel his hands caressing my body. The aura of erotic lure calling out to my body, and my ever-willing body aching to heed the call. My skin growing hot with longing, even though I have been in my newly past relationship four years the needs of my body would go unmet for months at a time while we go through the motions, between his drinking problems and infidelity, I spent more nights alone than not. I guess my body was just reacting to the knight in shining armor role he played while literally saving me from an already increasingly embarrassing moment from being worst. Not to mention his attractiveness did not hurt. I tried to will my body to let go of its one-sided desires. It was extremely apparent with the way he responded to my touch; whatever he felt for me at the time was not that of attraction in any shape or form. 

No surprise there, I never attract men like that, the selfless, confident, handsome, chivalrous kind never seem to find me attractive at all, must be my clumsy awkward manner. Sure, I was no super model, but my deep brown feline like eyes were not too bad. Not to mention my god given high cheek bones, dimples and straight white teeth no to mention legs for days thanks to my dad’s height where nothing to sleep on. Ok so I had gotten a little heavy over the years but at least I was curvy my breasts are full and perky, I may not have a barbie waistline, nor do I have the new standard model of ass implants or fillers, so my averagely round booty wasn’t too much of a head turner. Still, it isn’t anything a few squats and sit-ups couldn’t fix. My arms on the other hand could use a miracle. But I damn sure have no problem attracting men, especially the selfish, insecure, emotionally unstable, averagely attractive types. I shake my head and try not to dwell on the sinking ship that is my dating life and listen as the track changes to ‘Sabrina Claudio’s ‘“Belong to you” I sulk thinking about the sexy alien warrior yet again.

I roll My eyes at my defiant body that just does not want to let go of the new leading man in my new fantasy obsession.  I picture him standing beside the tub in his full armor observing my naked body beneath the waters’ surface. My heart starts slamming against my ribcage the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I make eye contact with him.

 The intense heat his eyes sends a signal straight to my clitoris making it throb erratically with yearning for him. He begins to remove his armor never breaking eye contact with me. I sit frozen with the urge to cover myself from his view, my nipples harden the tightness of my chocolate buds giving away my arousal. He looks away only to glance at breast, he licks his lips hungrily seeming to send an unspoken command to my body of his intention to take full advantage of my aroused state.

 Instinctually I cover my breast and he reluctantly return his gaze back to my face, projecting a look of complete disapproval with me. He continues observing me moving only to step closer to me. Never breaking eye contact he reaches up to press on the shoulder of his armor that seems release and fall to the ground on cue the rest of his armor follows. The sound of the metal hitting the tiled floor sending an eerie feeling of being too real for my fantasy. Before I have long enough to question it any further, he reaches his hands up over the back of his head and removes his shirt. Revealing the most gorgeous body I have ever witnessed on a man firsthand. I trace his muscular neck and chest with my eyes and glance a counting six, eight, no ten pack the v of his hips making me whimper involuntarily at the sight of him.

 His massive biceps flexing as he pulls his-self free of the black shirt placing his thumbs in the waist band of his pants, immediately regaining my full attention. Was he doing what I think? I should not be thinking of this man like this but damn it all if my self-chiding doesn’t cease, the minute his v becomes further exposed, I am way too greedy to allow myself to end this fantasy without getting a glimpse of what he has beneath those pants; I bite my lips forcing myself to be patient as he begins sliding his pants down his waist and leans over before I can get a glimpse. I sit frozen, knowing this is usually when my fantasies end hoping more than anything that this time, I am wrong. 

As if he hears my thoughts, he looks at me before slowly standing up. I watch his gorgeous shoulders as he slowly rises revealing thick muscular calves attached to strong knees and I barely glance his full toned thighs when I gasp so hard, I lose my breath.  I could feel my head instinctively tilting slightly to the side to try and get the full image. There can be no way a man this gorgeous could not only exist but to have such a massive cock. It was un fucking believable, not only was it about two inches above his knee it was as thick as my wrist, and as if that were not enough it is curved slightly to the left. The audacity of my mind playing such a cruel trick on me, where the hell did, I even get the Idea of envisioning such a massive, curved rod of meat on a man? What the hell is wrong with me? 

The shock must have been written all over my face because he slowly backed away from the side of the tub back by the toilet and literally disappeared along with his clothes and armor. I blinked my eyes irrepressibly and sat up straight. The water splashed around me as I jerked forward my hair was soaked falling in drenched coiled like waves around my shoulders tickling the back of my neck. I leaned over the side of the tub just to be sure, after seeing that my floor was in fact bare. I relaxed but could not help feeling disappointed somehow that it was not real. 

Of course, it wasn’t real I just met the man; besides that, how could he even know where I live let alone be in my house.  I reluctantly climb out of the tub towel dry my hair and twist it up for bed.  After a thorough sweep of my room, I quickly put on a tank top and panties then reluctantly climb into bed underneath my thick fluffy comforter and turn on the T.V. to try and clear my mind. One good thing did come from this night at least I will not be stuck in my dead-end relationship any longer. I know Nicki will most definitely be calling in a few hours when she gets on her flight at six in the morning.  So, I Just snuggled up under my giant fluffy quilt and wall of pillows as Nicki calls it, and slowly drift off to sleep.