Twilight Express, Chapter Eight: Morning

Hate to keep repeating myself, but new readers need to go to Chapter One and begin from there.

First published November 15, 2006

Melina woke earlier than usual, as the first light began filtering through the windows of Shinichi's bedroom. She gently removed his arm from around her waist, sat up and looked down at him. He looked innocent and even a bit boyish as he slept.

Deciding to search for coffee – she had spotted a coffeemaker in the kitchen earlier – she eased out of bed and retrieved her white robe from her overnight bag. She wasn't quite ready to wander around his home in the buff, no matter what they had been doing the night before. And there might be neighbors or a gardener about.

Even though Shinichi had been asleep when she got up, he sensed her absence and woke. He touched her pillow; it was still warm. Wondering if she needed something, he got up and found her in the kitchen, literally moving on tiptoe as she quietly opened one cabinet door after another.

"I was just looking for some coffee," she said, trying to straighten her hair with her fingers.

"It's in the freezer. But I'll make it, you're my guest. Go back to bed and I'll bring us both some coffee," he said.

When the coffee was ready, he brought her a cup, already dosed with milk and sugar. Even with uncombed hair and her makeup almost entirely gone, Shinichi considered her no less attractive as before. He noticed that her thick eyelashes were actually lighter than her hair - almost blonde. They drank their coffee slowly, both a bit unsure of themselves after the night before. He had brought Melina some sugar biscuits and she bit into one carefully, holding her coffee cup directly underneath her chin so she wouldn't drop crumbs onto his bed.

Finally he suggested that they go for a walk later that morning.

"I did promise sightseeing, you know," he reminded her.

"I've liked the sights so far," she replied. She leaned over and kissed him. She tasted like sugar biscuits.

He took her empty coffee cup and set it on the floor. Shinichi was tempted to kiss her back, hoping that it would lead to an encore of the previous evening, but decided against it. He didn't want her to think that he had only invited her to visit for immoral purposes.

Instead, he invited her to join him for a soak in the bath, which she accepted. While the bath filled, he had just stepped into the shower when he heard a knock on the door.

"Would you like me to wash your back?" Melina asked. "It's a popular tradition where I'm from." "Really?" he asked. "Well, it should be," she admitted, blushing a bit.

He opened the door, which he had not locked. She had pinned her hair back but was still in her thin white robe. Taking the washcloth and soap, she lathered his back, but instead of using the washcloth she began to massage him instead. Taking her time, she gradually moved upwards to his shoulders.

Shinichi sat on the bath stool, savoring the feeling of a woman's hands. Melina had such a gentle touch, untrained but somehow all the better for it. He could not remember any other lover, including his ex-wife, ever caring for him in this way. It added to his increasing belief that he was more than simply smitten with the foreigner; he was falling in love with her.

She finally finished his back and began washing his hair. She had brought some of her own things into the bathroom, including shampoo. "It's tea tree shampoo," she whispered. "I thought you might like it." Careful to keep the soap from his eyes, she began massaging his scalp, then his temples. He sighed. "You're too good to me," he said as she rinsed his hair.

She returned the sprayer to the shower stall but didn't turn off the water. Shinichi stood up, then backed her up carefully until she was under the shower spray. Her thin robe was instantly soaked, revealing the curves of her body. He peeled off the robe, then unpinned her hair and lathered it with shampoo. Holding on to the shower bar for balance, she tilted her head back for him, eyes closed as he rinsed her hair.

As he watched the water run over Melina's body, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Shinichi to adhere to his vow of morning celibacy. But he was resolute.

He finished rinsing her hair, then ran a comb through it. Melina looked at him. "Thank you," she said softly. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Her kiss destroyed Shinichi's resolution in an instant. He took her in her arms, both under the still-running shower. In less than two minutes she had wrapped her arms around his neck while he carefully lifted her up, spreading her legs wide open before impaling her on the length of his shaft. He could feel her thigh muscles tighten against his sides as he leaned her against the shower wall, pounding her until her entire body trembled with each stroke.

Eventually he carried her to where her back was to the shower bar. She immediately knew what he wanted and transferred her grip to it with both hands. Shinichi was now able to back away so that he could watch her body react as he sank himself into her. The sight of her soft nether lips stretching wide to accomodate his thickness, then caressing him with their wetness each time he withdrew, was too much for him to bear for long.

He held her to him as he came, filling her with his warmth and breathing hard as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Afterwards, he leaned against the shower's tiled wall, gently lowering Melina to the floor so she wouldn't lose her balance. A rivulet of his semen slowly ran down her inner thigh.

Suddenly he saw Melina pointing to the area behind him, stammering but unable to say anything. He turned, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her ... only to see the overflowing marble bath and rapidly-flooding bathroom floor.