Chapter 6: Reflections, Sexting, and Planning the Return

Sadie stepped off the plane in Los Angeles feeling both lighter and heavier than when she left. The weekend with Bob lingered on her skin like a warm imprint—his scent of cedar soap and clean cotton still seeming to cling to her clothes, the ghost of his hands on her curves, the steady thump of his heart against her cheek. Her body hummed with unspent arousal; her panties had been damp for hours on the flight, the memory of his thick, throbbing cock pressed against her ass through thin fabric sending fresh waves of heat between her thighs every time she shifted in her seat.

Back in her light-filled apartment, she unpacked slowly, the silk emerald nightie sliding through her fingers with a whispery sound that instantly recalled his body spooned behind hers. She caught her reflection in the mirror—cheeks still flushed, hazel eyes bright with something new and hungry, full breasts rising and falling with each breath. The soft swell of her belly and the plush curves of her hips felt more alive, more desirable than they had in years. She touched herself lightly through her clothes, fingertips tracing where his hands had been, and shivered at the slick warmth already gathering.

The first night home, she lay in her own bed surrounded by the faint vanilla-amber scent of her lotion and the distant city hum outside. Her phone buzzed with a text from Bob.

Miss you already. The bed still smells like your lotion and your skin. Can’t stop thinking about how soft and warm you felt against me.

Sadie’s reply came quickly, fingers trembling slightly with need.

I can still feel your cock pressed against my ass, so hard and hot. My panties are soaked just remembering how you stroked my thighs and teased my nipples through the silk. I touched myself thinking about it the second I got home ... but it wasn’t enough. I want your hands, your mouth, your cock inside me next time.