Cate was relieved to find the FTB offices empty when she arrived there following her workout. After she had finally dragged herself off the mat room floor, Cate had gone for a long run around the Center’s perimeter road. Usually she enjoyed the peaceful solitude of jogging along the tree-lined path. But today she had too much on her mind.
She took her iPod and portable speakers into the locker room and cranked up her “Chill Out” playlist. As the music started, she stripped off her sweaty PT gear and tossed it into the small mesh basket in the bottom of her locker. She turned on the water, let it warm while she took her hair out if its braid, and grabbed her shampoo, conditioner and body wash.
Cate stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over her. She wet her hair and slicked it back, then stood under the spray with her head lowered, just letting the water rain down on the back of her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes and groaned appreciatively as her tight muscles relaxed.
On the speakers, Ray Charles and Billy Joel crooned the words to “Baby Grand,” the bluesy piano soothing Cate’s soul as the water soothed her body. After a long minute, Cate raised her head and reached for her shampoo.
She lathered and rinsed her hair, then worked conditioner through her thick tresses. Leaving the conditioner to soak in, she squirted a dollop of body wash on her nylon bath puff and began to soap her body. The bouquet of lavender and vanilla relaxed her even more, and she felt the day’s tension wash away.
As Cate stood under the spray, eyes closed, she heard “Baby Grand” end and the short silence before the opening notes of the next song on her playlist. The familiar, twangy beginning of the TLFR version of “Bad Medicine” brought a smile to her lips. The bluesy rhythm started and she began to dance a little, swaying her hips to the slinky bass line. Then she heard Jon’s sultry, breathy voice.
I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease…
Immediately her mind flew to the events of the past two days. Jon in Floyd’s office…Jon smiling across the table from her at lunch at the café…Jon shirtless and aroused in the supply room, his skin warm under her fingertips… Cate couldn’t stop her hand from sliding the soapy puff up to her breasts as her nipples pebbled with arousal. Damn, this music isn’t helping!
This boy’s addicted, your kiss…is the drug….
She circled first one breast, then the other, lathering them with sweet-scented soap, still swaying to the music. Jon staring at her breasts on the range, lust in his eyes... Jon stepping from the shadow of her doorway, tracing her tattoo and whispering his ‘good night’ in her ear… She let the puff fall to the floor and sank back against the cool tile wall, her hands sliding slowly up and down her soapy body as the rush of thoughts continued and Jon’s husky croon carried her away.
Let’s play doctor, cure my… disease…
Jon smiling down at her from the range control tower…Jon’s laugh as he teased her in the mat room…Jon’s hand rubbing gently on her back during that embarrassing moment in DTs… Cate pinched the stiff peaks of her nipples and sucked in her breath at the sweet pain.
I got a dirty down addiction Lord that doesn’t leave a track…
Jon’s fiery glare as he faced off with her in the mat room… Cate’s hand slithered down her stomach to the juncture of her legs. Jon capturing her from her leap and crushing her to his chest… Cate’s finger slipped through the curls into the warm folds and found her clit begging for attention. Jon’s arms around her, pinning her, holding her tight… Cate’s finger circled the pleasure button and her knees felt weak.
Ahhh, Baby Please…
Jon’s indigo eyes, burning bright with passion… Her head fell back slightly as a little sigh escaped her lips. Cate’s lips parted as she felt the tingling begin, moving up her legs to her core. Jon’s heart pounding against her chest, his body pressed to hers…Her hips still pulsing slightly in time with the beat, she stroked herself with one hand and pinched her nipple harder with the other as she felt herself slick with anticipation.
Need a respirator, I’m runnin’ out of breath…
Her finger circled faster. Jon’s hips locked against hers, his cock pulsing at her hip… Ohhh… The musky, salty smell of Jon’s sweat… Ooooohhhhhh…. Jon’s luscious mouth, like velvet against her own lips…
If there’s somethin’ better Baby Lord they haven’t found it yeeeetttt…
Dear God… Cate whimpered as her orgasm rocked her, fueled by the scenes in her mind and Jon’s whiskey growl in her ears. Her body shuddered and she braced against the wall, struggling to stay on her feet.
The warm spray of the shower washed over her as she dropped her hands to her knees and leaned forward, panting as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. The final notes of the song played out as she came back to consciousness, feeling the water running down the sides of her face. In her mind she saw Jon’s smirk.
Jesus….I’m SO fucked! she thought. It would be next to impossible not to let her body respond to Jon when she saw him tonight. Hell, she couldn’t even control herself with her thoughts of him. Christ, she had only been away from him for a couple hours and she was reduced to masturbating in the locker room shower!
Cate blushed at the thought. This was one of those things she would NEVER share with anyone – not even Danny. Some things he just didn’t need to know.
Cate picked up the puff, applied more body wash, and cleaned herself again, feeling the flush of her orgasm slowly fade. She rinsed the conditioner from her hair and attempted to drive Jon from her mind, at least long enough to finish her shower. Thankfully Duffy was now warbling “Warwick Avenue” from her iPod. At least she didn’t have to hear his voice as she finished.
Cate turned off the water, then stepped from the shower and dried herself. She applied lotion, deodorant, and a spritz of body spray, then dressed quickly in clean range clothes. She quickly blow-dried her hair until it was just damp and pulled it back into a thick pony tail. She applied minimal makeup, then grabbed her iPod and speakers and left the locker room.
Whispering a grateful “Thank You, God” in seeing that she was still alone in the building, Cate headed to the break room. She pulled a Lean Cuisine turkey meal from the freezer and tossed it in the microwave. She crossed the hall to her office and quickly scanned her e-mail while her dinner was nuking. Nothing major.
When the microwave made its small ding Cate took out the meal and devoured it quickly, washing it down with a bottle of water. Looking at the clock, Cate saw that it was 1830.
She returned to the locker room to quickly brush her teeth, then gathered her gear from her locker and headed over to the range. She could use a few minutes alone to collect herself and try to come up with some strategy to keep her composure once Jon arrived.
She took her iPod and portable speakers into the locker room and cranked up her “Chill Out” playlist. As the music started, she stripped off her sweaty PT gear and tossed it into the small mesh basket in the bottom of her locker. She turned on the water, let it warm while she took her hair out if its braid, and grabbed her shampoo, conditioner and body wash.
Cate stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over her. She wet her hair and slicked it back, then stood under the spray with her head lowered, just letting the water rain down on the back of her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes and groaned appreciatively as her tight muscles relaxed.
On the speakers, Ray Charles and Billy Joel crooned the words to “Baby Grand,” the bluesy piano soothing Cate’s soul as the water soothed her body. After a long minute, Cate raised her head and reached for her shampoo.
She lathered and rinsed her hair, then worked conditioner through her thick tresses. Leaving the conditioner to soak in, she squirted a dollop of body wash on her nylon bath puff and began to soap her body. The bouquet of lavender and vanilla relaxed her even more, and she felt the day’s tension wash away.
As Cate stood under the spray, eyes closed, she heard “Baby Grand” end and the short silence before the opening notes of the next song on her playlist. The familiar, twangy beginning of the TLFR version of “Bad Medicine” brought a smile to her lips. The bluesy rhythm started and she began to dance a little, swaying her hips to the slinky bass line. Then she heard Jon’s sultry, breathy voice.
I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease…
Immediately her mind flew to the events of the past two days. Jon in Floyd’s office…Jon smiling across the table from her at lunch at the café…Jon shirtless and aroused in the supply room, his skin warm under her fingertips… Cate couldn’t stop her hand from sliding the soapy puff up to her breasts as her nipples pebbled with arousal. Damn, this music isn’t helping!
This boy’s addicted, your kiss…is the drug….
She circled first one breast, then the other, lathering them with sweet-scented soap, still swaying to the music. Jon staring at her breasts on the range, lust in his eyes... Jon stepping from the shadow of her doorway, tracing her tattoo and whispering his ‘good night’ in her ear… She let the puff fall to the floor and sank back against the cool tile wall, her hands sliding slowly up and down her soapy body as the rush of thoughts continued and Jon’s husky croon carried her away.
Let’s play doctor, cure my… disease…
Jon smiling down at her from the range control tower…Jon’s laugh as he teased her in the mat room…Jon’s hand rubbing gently on her back during that embarrassing moment in DTs… Cate pinched the stiff peaks of her nipples and sucked in her breath at the sweet pain.
I got a dirty down addiction Lord that doesn’t leave a track…
Jon’s fiery glare as he faced off with her in the mat room… Cate’s hand slithered down her stomach to the juncture of her legs. Jon capturing her from her leap and crushing her to his chest… Cate’s finger slipped through the curls into the warm folds and found her clit begging for attention. Jon’s arms around her, pinning her, holding her tight… Cate’s finger circled the pleasure button and her knees felt weak.
Ahhh, Baby Please…
Jon’s indigo eyes, burning bright with passion… Her head fell back slightly as a little sigh escaped her lips. Cate’s lips parted as she felt the tingling begin, moving up her legs to her core. Jon’s heart pounding against her chest, his body pressed to hers…Her hips still pulsing slightly in time with the beat, she stroked herself with one hand and pinched her nipple harder with the other as she felt herself slick with anticipation.
Need a respirator, I’m runnin’ out of breath…
Her finger circled faster. Jon’s hips locked against hers, his cock pulsing at her hip… Ohhh… The musky, salty smell of Jon’s sweat… Ooooohhhhhh…. Jon’s luscious mouth, like velvet against her own lips…
If there’s somethin’ better Baby Lord they haven’t found it yeeeetttt…
Dear God… Cate whimpered as her orgasm rocked her, fueled by the scenes in her mind and Jon’s whiskey growl in her ears. Her body shuddered and she braced against the wall, struggling to stay on her feet.
The warm spray of the shower washed over her as she dropped her hands to her knees and leaned forward, panting as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. The final notes of the song played out as she came back to consciousness, feeling the water running down the sides of her face. In her mind she saw Jon’s smirk.
Jesus….I’m SO fucked! she thought. It would be next to impossible not to let her body respond to Jon when she saw him tonight. Hell, she couldn’t even control herself with her thoughts of him. Christ, she had only been away from him for a couple hours and she was reduced to masturbating in the locker room shower!
Cate blushed at the thought. This was one of those things she would NEVER share with anyone – not even Danny. Some things he just didn’t need to know.
Cate picked up the puff, applied more body wash, and cleaned herself again, feeling the flush of her orgasm slowly fade. She rinsed the conditioner from her hair and attempted to drive Jon from her mind, at least long enough to finish her shower. Thankfully Duffy was now warbling “Warwick Avenue” from her iPod. At least she didn’t have to hear his voice as she finished.
Cate turned off the water, then stepped from the shower and dried herself. She applied lotion, deodorant, and a spritz of body spray, then dressed quickly in clean range clothes. She quickly blow-dried her hair until it was just damp and pulled it back into a thick pony tail. She applied minimal makeup, then grabbed her iPod and speakers and left the locker room.
Whispering a grateful “Thank You, God” in seeing that she was still alone in the building, Cate headed to the break room. She pulled a Lean Cuisine turkey meal from the freezer and tossed it in the microwave. She crossed the hall to her office and quickly scanned her e-mail while her dinner was nuking. Nothing major.
When the microwave made its small ding Cate took out the meal and devoured it quickly, washing it down with a bottle of water. Looking at the clock, Cate saw that it was 1830.
She returned to the locker room to quickly brush her teeth, then gathered her gear from her locker and headed over to the range. She could use a few minutes alone to collect herself and try to come up with some strategy to keep her composure once Jon arrived.
Oh holy mother of gods... that was just awesome... the back and forth between the memory and the action... i could feel every word.
ReplyDeleteWhat a coincidence! I'm listening to TLFR as I'm reading this chapter. And guess which song is on "repeat" mode? God I need Dr. Bongiovi really bad;)
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