Now…It’s time to get out of these clothes, and start on washing myself from the top of my head all the way down to the bottom of my feet.
Emily eased herself away from the shower over to where a brown wicker hamper was positioned with several articles of her dirty clothes to be nestled inside of it. She started with the top that had been on her, removing it over the top of her had before discarding it to the hamper. Her hands moved down to the top of her shorts, eased the button and zipper of them open, and slipped the bottoms down towards her feet.
How are you feeling about tonight, Emily? Her inner voice questioned her, curious to hear her silent answer. Are you feeling okay? …Good? …Nervous? …Afraid?
I am feeling a mixture of things at the moment. She spoke with sincere honesty to her conscience while her hands placed the shorts into the hamper before moving to the socks on her feet.
Could you please explain?
Since you asked nicely, I will gladly tell you feeling okay about my ability in getting myself fixed up for tonight, good about getting to let loose at the party, nervous about if John will like my look I am going for this evening, and…afraid that he might not like what he sees in me.
Emily, you have no reason to feel nervous or afraid. John clearly wants you, and hasn’t shown you a single sign of losing interest you at any point in the near future.
Emily deposited her socks into the hamper before she worked her white panties off of her body, and moved then to her bra. She straightened her body up, and looked upon her reflection in the mirror as she removed the strapless undergarment, exposing a secret she had been keeping not only from John but also from Granny Belle.
Upon her right firm breast, there was a set of two letters that had been engraved into her soft, fair complexion. They were noticeable right away but only to someone with a sharp eye who could spot it right away.
She lifted her left hand, and let her trembling fingertips dance over an ‘S’ that had been carved in her with a knife before slipping over to the form of a letter ‘B’ that had been engraved beside it as well. Even though her face didn’t show it, her soul was torn at the secret she held inside of her out of shame of it coming out into the light.
What if he finds out about this mark? I don’t know how he will react when he sees this, and finds out how I ended up with it in the first place…
Don’t worry about it right now, Emily. You can ponder on it later when the situation arises. Right now…Just focus on getting cleaned up, and looking forward to a wonderful night with a man that cares so much for you.
A shy yet warm smile moved across her face due to the words of motivation coming from her conscience. There was no need to linger on what she held inside of herself when she had a great night ahead of her that would be spent in the arms and company of Mr. John Hicks.
She dropped her hand away from the scar on her breast, and headed to the hot shower with her focus shifting from a part of her past to being on getting cleaned up and looking perfect for the evening ahead.
Chapter Eleven
Moving inside of his tall shower, John stood beneath the shower head, and let the water run over his tall, muscular physique that now had nothing to cover it. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, letting the thousands of beads of water move across his thick, black hair and trail down every inch of his body from the top of his head all the way down to his six pack abs to his tight ass and firm legs before ending at his feet.
Ahh…This feels so amazing right now. His hands reached up, and ran them through his hair, letting the water to trail down them just so he could more of its warmth. After working hard all day…Being able to take a nice hot shower to clean up and unwind is a perfect way to end the day.
The day is far from over thought, John. His conscience butted in and whispered to him in a coy tone. Your day has only truly begun, and will continue on for several more hours to come for you.
His conscience was correct. The day was far from over for him. Even though he had spent most of the day doing errands for Belle and stepping in for Emily when her creepy ex-boyfriend, Johnathan Warrens, had been spying on her through the front window of the dress shop, John had the whole evening to look forward and spend in the company of his boss’s beautiful grand-daughter.
He took up his shampoo bottle that contained a really good smelling soap for his hair, and poured just enough into the palm of his left hand that would do the job perfectly. His other hand placed it back on the shelf where it had been before he rubbed the shampoo in both of his hands, and started to work it through his thick strands of hair.
You are right on that one. John chose instead of the conversation between his conscience and him to fall dead to continue it onward while he was cleaning his entire body for the party he was going to be heading out to soon enough. Things are nowhere near being done for me right now. I have to get myself soaped, washed and dried off really good.
Let’s not forget that you have to make sure that you smell nice and looking good for Emily before you step foot out of this house tonight.
Emily Withers…What a very worthy reason to make sure that he was at his top game. To show up, and sweep the sweet and sexy southern beauty off of her feet, and show how a real man takes care of a woman…made his body burn with a desire and an arousal all too strong for him to ignore.
A smile danced across his face as he rinsed the soap from his hair. He turned around to face the oncoming stream of water while one of his hands reached up to a shelf, and retrieved a bar of soap. His fingers clutched the sides of it while the palm moved it all over his arms and upper body, lathering up the farmer’s tan and cleaning it of any dirty and grime that was there.
There is no way that I am going to forget about that fiery angel of mine. She is far from getting lost at the moment.
You seem to be determined on making sure that she is not lost at all amongst your other thoughts and feelings that are nestled within the recesses of this mind of yours.
And you would be right.
Once he was satisfied with his upper body, John repeated the same process with the lower half until it was lathered up enough and placed the bar of soap back where he got it from. He made sure that the water got all of the soap off of him before his body bent down towards the nozzle for the hot water. His right hand reached out and turned it off, causing the flood that had been pouring over him to stop.
It will be a cold day in hell before I forget about her.
* * *
Opening up the glass shower door, Emily reached outside to where a large, white towel was hanging on a white plastic hook near her body. She managed to slip it from its confinement, and bring inside the stall where her naked and wet body was nestled.
Now…Let me get this around my waist so I am not totally freezing when I get out and into the open of the bathroom.
Her hands draped the towel around her body to where the top of it would cover the top of her chest with a little cleavage line being clearly seen on it and the fabric would then travel down and cover her to the tops of her knees. Securing it with a knot on a side of it, Emily slid the glass door open, and slowly moved out of the stall.
The moment she removed herself from the warm and humid environment that had built up inside of the shower stall, a rush of cold air hit her so hard it nearly caused her to cripple and tighten on the spot from the sheer surprise of it all.
God…damn it is cold out here!
The impact of the change in temperature made Emily struggle to move but gave her enough leeway to where she was able to cross the floor over to where a white cotton robe was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Her hands worked quickly to let the towel she had on fall off, and grab the more warm looking material off of the hook it was on before slipping her arms inside of them.
Come on, Emily! You have to get this on if you don’t want to turn into a human goose bump!
Her body had already started to get covered in little bumps due to the change in the room’s
heat, but she didn’t want in any way shape or form to have her entire being covered in them for it would cause her to lack the ability to properly walk away from where she was standing.
Managing to get the robe on her, Emily used her hands to bring the fabric around in front of her completely closed before tying the cotton sash that hung around her waist in front with enough firmness that it would keep it from opening up and showing off her naked form. She let out a soft sigh of relief and contentment from the feeling of the fabric being around her, and shielding her from the cold that had been wreaking havoc on her body.
Ah…That feels very nice.
A relaxed smile danced across her face from feeling the warmth of the robe causing the goose bumps to slowly disappear away from her. She walked over to the mirror and sink in the room, and picked up where her hair brush was nestled on the edge of the sink. Her right hand moved it over her wet hair, working its magic to straighten it out and get the strands of it to be free of any tangles that could be there. Emily brushed it for a few moments before she placed it down.
Well…This phase in the process is completed. Now, it is time to focus on the next step that is necessary for me to complete my preparation.
Her body stood before the mirror wet but cleaned of any dirt that had been there beforehand. The next step she needed to take was putting on her clothes for the party that would be taking place behind her summer home, and making sure they looked perfect on her before she stepped a single foot outside of the building.
Emily looked at herself for a few more moments before she turned away from the large, oval mirror standing before her, and headed over to the closed bathroom door that would lead her into her bedroom.
Time for me to kick things up a notch, and get myself looking in a way that will truly take John’s breath away when he sets his eyes on me upon arriving to the party.
A shy smile danced across her face from the visual of her stealing his breath away just by the way she was dressed, and how she was presenting herself. The thought of doing it alone was enough to give her confidence a much needed boost from where it was.
Reaching the door to the room, Emily wrapped her right hand around the door knob, and gave it a pull, opening it up in a gentle yet fluid motion. She moved herself over the threshold of it, and pulled the door closed behind on her way from that room to the next.
Chapter Twelve
John walked back inside of his room after having got done in the shower, and closed the heavy wooden door behind him. His tall physique only had on a simple white cotton towel tied together by a knot on one of his hips. Several beads of water trailed down the front of his strong chest and dripping from the bottom of his thick hair, and running down his strong back.
Let me see about how my clothes I picked out for tonight is going to look on me, and if it is going to be enough to have Emily wanting more from me.
He waited until he reached where his body was standing in front of the large mirror on his dresser before his hands removed towel around him, and showing off the rest of his naked physique. His hands worked the towel over his hair, soaking up some beads of water that were still nestled in his hair before sliding it over the rest of his body, drying off any water that was on it that could make a wet spot appear on the clothes he had out to wear that night.
With water to be nestled inside of the towel, John threw it over to a corner of the room and turned his attention to where his dresser was. His hands pulled open the top drawer, and reached in to where a pair of black boxers were nestled on top of the rest of his underwear.
Why don’t you wear a pair of your briefs? His conscience asked, curiously. Since you are going to be having Emily in your company tonight, shouldn’t you be wearing something that will be less trouble for you to remove when things get a little more…heated between the two of you?
His heart nearly stopped from the question that was brought to him by his conscience since the mere suggestion of putting on something that was more provocative and alluring underneath his more normal style of clothing in case of something happening between Emily and himself was causing images to form in his head of them in a more…intimate and private setting.
Forcing those thoughts away from his mind, John managed to ease his long legs through the designated holes of the black boxers before using his hands to pull the band up to rest at his hips. He waited until they were fixed just right before he snapped back at his conscience in a frustrated growl.
Can you please not talk like that right now?!
He made his way over to the bed, and took up his denim jeans first into his hands. His hands held onto the waistband of them just like he did with his boxers, and slipped each leg inside of them before they move around the front to bring the two sides together in order for the button and zipper to become closer to one another.
This is not really the best time for you to be talking to me about sexual or even remotely sensual stuff!
And why not?
You know why not! Not only do I have a party to get going to…but I have an attractive woman who is going to be waiting for me there that I intend to romance off of her feet, and having an erection before I get there is not really the best thing at the moment!
Securing the zipper and button, John snatched up his top that was nestled on top of the bedding, and slid his arms through the sleeves of them with ease and precision, not faltering for a single moment. He flipped the collar down with a flick of his wrists while the top was wide open, and exposing his still glistening muscular chest.
I don’t see anything wrong with you being a little turned on before you get to the dance. His conscience begun to whisper to him in a teasing manner, playing with him about the subject at hand. You never know…It could add a little excitement to the atmosphere.
No! I am not going to let myself be revved up before I even have the chance to take Emily out on the floor for a single dance…If I do get aroused at the event, it will because of my own doing and not because of you putting thoughts and images inside of my head.
If you have those thoughts and images already…It is not really me doing it then.
John rolled his eyes out of frustration from his conscience playing with him now, and not letting him have a single moment to himself to clear his head, and relax before heading out for a long night of drinking and dancing, as well as other things, with Belle’s beautiful grand-daughter.
Forgoing the conversation, his hands buttoned the shirt up with enough space left at the top so he could breathe comfortably before tucking the bottom into the top of his pants. He made his way back over to his dresser, took up his brush, and moved it through his mane of thick, black hair, quickly and efficiently. His eyes never left his reflection, wanting to make sure that he was getting every inch of his hair just right.
There we are…Now for the finishing touch.
John placed the brush down, and took up his denim cowboy hat. His right hand placed it on top of his hair at just the right spot and moment to finish the outfit and complete the look. A charming smile danced across his face as he looked upon his own form from where he was.
Perfect…There is only one thing left to do now to make this night even better.
He walked away from the large mirror on his dresser, and headed for the door to his bedroom. His deep voice hummed a melody on his way out, and towards the stairs while thoughts of Emily and him dancing up a storm filled his head.
* * *
Opening her bedroom door, Emily moved herself out into the second floor hallway with her hair only remaining slightly damp from where it hung down her shoulders and aback. Her curvaceous frame caused the skirt of her red and maroon patterned dress for the evening to sway side to side, hovering over her knee caps.
Well…Here goes nothing.
She pulled her door behind her, and moved in the direction of the staircase. Her dark brown, leather cowgirl boots made light, thudding sounds with each step that she made in the direction she was heading in. Slowly, E
mily brought her hands in front of her as she continued to move, and clung to them a bit out of a growing sensation of nervousness sprouting from deep within her.
Calm yourself down, Emily. Her conscience whispered to her, speaking in a gentle, caring tone. Everything will be all right tonight for you. There is nothing to be afraid about.
I am not so sure. Emily moved herself to the top of the stairs, and started to walk down them, slowly, in the direction of the ground floor while she maintained the conversation with it. At first, I was feeling very confident about tonight before I even got into the shower once I placed my clothes for tonight out on the bed.
And now?
Emily brought herself to a complete stop close to the bottom of the stairs due to the question that was proposed to her. She turned, and leaned her head against the wall closest to her prior to closing her eyes.
I am not sure what has changed…but all I know is that I am very nervous about his evening.
Maybe it is because of John.
John? What does John have to do with this?
He has everything to do with this.
I am not quite sure-
Emily…When was the last time you went out with a man as kind, strong, caring, and passionate as he is?
She had never met a man like John before. He stood out amongst all the ones she had encountered in her life to that point. Her conscience was right once more. He is the first man that has all of those qualities, and can turn her to putty with just a look from his piercing gaze or a brief, sensual kiss from his mouth to hers.
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