She had just towel dried her body and wrapped her towel around her hair, enjoying the shadow of the feeling of water raining firmly down her spine. Strawberry scented mist floated daringly about her body, hugging her curves like a greedy lover. A lover she was sadly lacking.
She eyed her reflection, pensively watching her with eyes that could preempt her every move. If only another's eyes could feast upon the supper that lies prepared on my body's table, she thought slyly.
With a sigh she passed through the doorway. She leaned over and slid her window shut, the curtains swishing like a breath across the floorboards as she drew them closed. But that was not the only breath she heard in the room. She turned to her bed and was startled to see the naked figure of a man positioned somewhat haphazardly on her bed sheets.
His eyes shared the same alarm as hers. This mutual feeling relaxed her, however not entirely. The sight of his body sent a tingle chasing the feeling the water had left on her spine, only this tingle went further than those drips had. It ventured inside her but when it soon sought an exit it found none.
Their eyes tried to speak to each other but failed due to their lack of vocal capacity. However, it soon became apparent to both that words were not the main thing they wished to share with each other.
The lack of necessity for clothing removal caused the impact of their bodies to be swift and powerful. Almost too powerful for his nose, which to his eternal dismay was underestimated by all due to is position lost amongst his beard. The lustful rush of desire flooded their bodies and spilled readily into the surrounding room. It would have smothered her cat had she been unfortunate enough to find itself in the room.
Neither knew what they what doing or why they suddenly felt so compelled to engulf another's body in their own, but that did not slow them. She could hear his beard brushing against the sheets beside her ear, that's good, she thought, the sheets will be needing a bit of a scrub soon.
The mix of sensations made it difficult for her to breathe. She gasped and clutched at his thick, auburn beard, making his spine go rigid. His hips slid over hers, pressing her into the sheets. Her hands were pressed against his chest, holding him above her where she could see all of him and ponder where he possibly could have come from. She was panting from the effort, her breath becoming the main source of his, as their mouths clung to each other.
Mmmmm, he thought excitedly, the music of her breath would sound so much better on vinyl.