Welcome Home by Lynette Mae

My shift is finally over. I drive home from work, exhausted, sweaty, numb from another night of mindlessly solving the problems of the city's downtrodden and lost. The rainy season of Florida had arrived with a vengeance and I spent fully one half of my shift slogging through torrential downpours and knee deep waters to solve the problems of warring lovers and assisting stranded motorists caught in the deluge of rushing waters without warning. Once the rain abated, darkness fell and the city became a dirty, sweltering sauna where the inhabitants commit unspeakable atrocities on each other. Nobody calls for a police officer when they are happy, in love or untroubled. No, the heat brings out the worst in people and once their pain boils over into physical conflict then they call us.

My squad, ten in number had handled roughly one hundred calls for service on this mean and torturous night, leaving us tired, drenched and ready for the end of the shift. Throughout the night, they had summoned me, their sergeant and leader to assist them in the most difficult decisions, or to handle the latest aggrieved citizen hopefully to prevent the next internal affairs investigation. As I pull into the drive I long for the sanctuary of home, a dry bed and you.

Stripping off my uniform, the release of the Velcro on my duty belt and the straps on the body armor making sharp noises in the otherwise still house, I feel the coolness of the air conditioning begin to ease the fire under my skin. Having shed the layers of work attire and finally my underwear, I walk nude across the living room and slide open the patio door, stepping onto the lanai. The night air is still thickly hot and muggy. I step silently down the three steps into the pool.

Cool relief envelopes my overheated body as I noiselessly submerge myself into the crystal water. The light from the full moon overhead and the soft glow of the garden lighting outside of the screen enclosure are the only illumination in the otherwise dark backyard. Dipping below the surface and pushing off from the side of the pool, I cross the length underwater and surface on the other side. The chill of the water penetrates my body's core, exhilarating and soothing at once. I turn onto my back and float weightlessly in the stillness, the peaceful comfort of home soothing away the tension of the twelve hour shift.

Once again, I dive below the surface reveling in the sensation of the water flowing over every inch of my naked body. The water obliterating all sound, enveloping me in soothing liquid quiet and suspending my body within the alternate peaceful reality, I am suffused with tranquility.

Surfacing at the far end of the pool in the shadows, I am suddenly aware of eyes upon me. My eyes track toward the sliding patio doors to find you standing in the doorway, silhouetted in the light of the living room, watching me in the water. Our eyes meet across the humid night. A knot of desire twists in my stomach as you step onto the deck, your face intensely focused, staring; your lips turned up into a soft, sultry smile. I open my mouth to ask you about your day, but the smoldering look in your eyes steals the air from my lungs and the words die on my lips.

Wordlessly, you drop your gun belt and remove your outer uniform shirt, ballistic vest and t-shirt, exposing your small, firm breasts and tightly muscled abdomen in the moonlight. My breath catches in my chest. Heaviness in my stomach that is spreading between my legs is making it difficult to tread water. I cross to the built in seat area along the wall in the deep end of the pool, bringing me closer to the side, closer to where you are standing in just your BDU pants and boots now.

I watch you bend over to untie your boots, loving the way your breasts sway in front of you as you work the laces free. Stepping from the boots and socks, you unbutton the front of your pants, slide them down over your hips to your ankles and step free. My breathing is faster now, taking in every inch of your perfectly proportioned, beautiful form. I can feel wetness seeping between my legs, having nothing to do with the water in the pool and my nipples grow tight with desire at the sight of you standing before me so beautiful and proud in the moonlight. You smile knowingly and slide into the water beside me, settling on the step and taking my hand to pull me to you. My legs slide around your waist as you reach around to grab my ass and settle my sex tightly against your muscled stomach.

The coolness of the water on my back and legs contrasts with the heat at the points of contact between our bodies. Faces inches apart, our eyes lock in a mesmerizing stare. Your hazel eyes that change color like a mood ring, always allow me to read your emotions and needs. Right now they are a deep indigo, smoldering with desire so intense that I shudder in anticipation of your touch. As you feel my wet heat on your stomach, your mouth quirks up at the corners with just the hint of a smile, while playful laughter dances across the landscape of your hungry eyes. Tilting your chin up slightly you touch the tip of your tongue to my lips and trace their outline slowly before gently entering to begin the enticing slow dance with mine.

Soon, my head is spinning and my breath has fled as my heart attempts wildly to fly from my chest. I shift my pelvis attempting to bring my now aching tissues into tighter contact with your torso. The movement shifts the water between our bodies momentarily and I can feel my hot liquid desire flowing into the cool water. Your hand immediately steals down my abdomen, sliding into the warm folds of tissue. With the pad of one finger, you trace the contours with feather light caresses, carefully avoiding the sensitive tip of my clitoris as I moan softly in your ear.

Capturing a stiff nipple in your talented mouth, your tongue flicks the tip to the same rhythm as your finger moves at my center. I drive my hands into the thick hair at the back of your head and push you more firmly against my breast forcing it fully into your mouth. Soon, you turn your attention to the other breast, sliding your tongue across the valley between them as you move, then perform the same ritual on the second, alternately sucking, nipping, devouring as your finger continues to exquisitely torment the base of my clit. My blood roars in my head with the overload of glorious sensation radiating through every nerve ending of my body.

I feel the delicious tingle of my building climax ripple from my stomach toward my groin, the pressure intensifying with each practiced stroke you give. Coherent thought is becoming impossible as the buzzing in my brain blocks out any other sensations save your incredible touch. My hips buck forward automatically, impaling myself on your fingers, my back arches and I allow my head to fall back into the water, moaning with pleasure. Knowing my body, my need, you slide two fingers smoothly inside and my clit jumps and throbs against your thumb. I feel the vibration of your satisfied chuckle against my breast as your mouth continues its exquisite torture on my nipples.

Head tossed back with abandon, the water covering my ears drowning out all other sound, I can hear you driving me to orgasm through the water. Your arm working in the water makes a soft whooshing sound around the muffled slapping sound of your palm striking the outside of my sex with each push. The combination of feeling and sound sends my body soaring even as the orgasm overtakes me and my internal muscles grip and pull you deeper inside. Deeper. Harder. Yes.

My head drops to your shoulder as you cradle me in your lap. Your hand is still inside me while the tremors fade and I surrender, boneless into your certain embrace. Softly you paint feather light kisses along my neck and collar bone until I finally still. Raising my head to look into your amazing eyes, that are now a soft satisfied blue that tenderly gaze at me, I am overcome once again by the depth of our love. Smiling softly, you place a tender kiss on my lips, and whisper, "Welcome home."