Closet Daydreams

By  Lilwhip

This short story was written in response to a writer's challenge. The challenge? To describe the story behind the photo to the left. Below is my interpretation. Enjoy!

She stood quietly in the dimly lit room, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. It was important to remain as silent as possible.  Several months had passed since she’d been set adrift without him, and discovery now, in this private inner sanctum, would not go over well. The danger excited her, and it was with some effort that she controlled the hissing of her breath as it escaped her lungs. 1, 2, 3…. She counted methodically in her head to bring her pulse down to a manageable level. She could do this. She had to. The need to feel close to him one more time was pressing.

Slowly, the objects before her became clearer to her sight. A long row of cleanly pressed shirts hung to her left, and below them ranged an entire palette of dress pants to match. On the rack above was the gleam of freshly shined leather dress shoes. To her right were more casual clothes- blue jeans, soft cotton t-shirts, lightweight sweaters, and sneakers. All of them were familiar. In the last eight months she’d become intimate with every change of clothing he owned, but she saw nothing now that she was looking for. Her feet traced a careful path down the center aisle, fingers trailing through the garments, pausing when she felt a certain fabric, or remembered a certain color. None of them were right. It was something more specific she craved.

At the end of the aisle, she stopped in her tracks. Before her hung her target; the smooth folds of the black Valentino suit she’d seen him in last. Beneath it was the stark white of the very shirt she’d bowed her head into before he walked out the door. She'd rubbed her cheek against his chest, loving the warmth of his skin as it came through the material. Now, months later, there the suit was before her. For a moment all she could do was stare, and then slowly, systematically, she began to remove her clothes. She did it all without a sound- the buttons of her sundress eased open to slide down around her feet in a puddle- the catch of her bra released so her breasts hung free. When she was naked, she moved forward another step, and reached out her hand to touch the arm of the jacket.
The effect was electric. The familiar scratch of wool against her fingertips brought back their last meeting instantaneously. Again she saw him walking through the hotel room door, that charming crooked grin on his face, his dark eyes gleaming with the promise of pleasures to come. She’d reached out to touch his arm as he passed her, intent on putting down his ever present red bag of toys, and noticed the black hair on the backs of his elegant, hard hands. Gold cuff links gleamed at his wrists.

“You know better.”

That dangerously coaxing, playfully demanding voice, so beloved, had struck her ears and she had looked up, shaken from her reverie. His husky frame was so refined in the impeccably tailored jacket. It had shown off the width of his shoulders to perfection. A curl of dark chest hair and a glimpse of ruddy skin had escaped the buttons at the neck of his crisp white shirt. Her breath had caught in her throat and she’d faced forward. She did know better. Automatically she had folded her arms behind her back and her stance widened. Her back arched, and she had lifted her chin, casting her eyes down. Moments later he’d closed in behind her, the buttons of his shirt scratching the sensitive skin of her back, his heat burning her, and the ecstasy had begun.

All of those memories arose from one touch… one touch to his sleeve as it hung in the gloom before her. She moved in closer, brushing the tips of her bare breasts against the suit, feeling the shock of it arc through her body. Her face buried into the folds and she drew in her breath, sucking in the scent of him- overcome with the headiness of being this close to him again.  Oh, so very close but not close enough. He was not there. It was him, but it was not… it was an empty shell filled with the smell and the feel of him. Her arm slipped down through one of the sleeves and she rubbed the fabric roughly between her legs, moaning. It was as close as she could get to him.

"Oh Sir," She whispered, tears forming in her eyes even as her body caught fire, "Do you know... do you have any idea how much I miss you?"

The suit wrapped around her, swallowing her tiny form, and it almost seemed his arms were about her. Her heart felt like it was breaking and her body was an inferno. When the orgasm convulsed her, she bit the lapels of the jacket with fierce little teeth and a cry escaped her lips.

Immediately a door flew open before her, and light spilled into the room. There he stood in the doorway, those familiar velvet brown eyes blinking and surprised, staring at her naked form wrapped in his favorite Valentino suit. Her heart began to race and a deep blush stained her whole body. All hell was about to break loose, and she knew it. Very quietly, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. There was a moment of blindness as the light was extinguished, and then his voice, low and angry but slightly amused, came clearly across the space to her hungry ears.

“What… the hell… are you doing in my closet?”

-Lilwhip