It was a long day for Michael, harder than most. He was exhausted, completely and thoroughly exhausted. These long days of physical labour were hard on the body, and he had very recently gotten his own apartment with his girlfriend of two years. It was an exciting time for them both! They both worked hard to get what they have, and Michael knew that she was working today, too. Knowing what would be waiting for him when he got home after his shift today brought a smile to his face, and it made the rest of the day on the assembly line all that much easier.
Michael usually let Genevieve have the car, leaving him to either take public transit or ride his bike to work and back. He usually rode his bike, and today was no exception. The wind was cool on his face as he rode quickly back to the apartment; when he finally slid off his bike in front of the apartment he noticed he was shivering, due either to excitement as to what was waiting for him or the cold on his cheeks.
He had to take the lift up to the tenth floor, and he usually brought his bike with him. There was an elderly lady who glowered at him for taking up so much room in the lift, but he didn’t care today. He just smiled dreamily and nearly tripped getting out of the lift due to giddiness.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he burst into the apartment and let his bike fall to the floor while the door slammed shut behind him. He wasted no time in kicking his shoes off and peeling out of his shirt as he crossed the front room. Down the hallway he worked feverishly at his belt and tossed clothing carelessly to each side, just in time to step into the room.
He smiled. Broadly. Brightly.
He hurried over, knelt down, and reached out his excited, trembling hands. Touching, gently yet firmly, gripping even, his hands began to work wonders and within mere moments he could see and smell the desired effect. Oh he so loved that aroma, the hot scent wafting through through the air. So hot. So wet. He looked down and slowly lowered himself, slipping inside, reveling in the heat that began to cover his body until he was all the way in. Letting his head fall back with a satisfied sigh he finally began to relax.
Best. Bath. Ever.
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