I guess that makes me attractive, but I don't really pay attention to that. I look in the mirror and I just see me. My face is decently shaped, with long hair that I generally keep pulled back. I guess you can say I have curls in all the right places. My figure does resemble those of the body positivity ads in magazines and social media. I don't put too much stock into that though. People can gawk and watch all they want. The only person that I would ever let touch these curves is Mikah. Sadly that is never going to happen. I can wish all I want. I will only have fantasies to get me by.
I jog back home. I wish I could prolong this routine, but I have been out for so long already. I would look silly if I jogged around the neighborhood again. I actually have a routine that I follow. With a sigh I realize that my workout is over and I still can't get my "uncle" out of my head. This is the story of my life. I guess I can chalk this up to my list of failures. Sometimes I wonder if I should try dating again, but I always come to my senses. I don't get turned on by any man other than my "uncle mikah." They can be any age, nationality or whatever and I will feel absolutely nothing for them.
I know it's wrong, but I'm going to put it bluntly. Mikah has always been the only one to get my pussy wet. Ever since that day, he can make my clit throb and pulse with desire. Whenever I think of him I turn into a shopping wet mess with my juices soaking straight through my panties. I'm at my wits end with trying to stop that. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give in and enjoy the fantasies as long as I can. I mean, I'll never act on them, and it's not looking like I'll ever end up with anyone. I sigh and feel guilty. I have to at least try to stop them. Aunt Edith raised me to be a good girl with a conscience.
I jog up to my front door and stop. I pull my key out of the pocket of my jogging pants. I unlock the door and let myself in. With a heavy sigh I close the door behind me. I'm back to my lonely life and home. Now my thoughts will overwhelm me and get the better of me. It always happens this way.
Chapter 3 - Susana
Now that I'm home its extremely obvious that my jogging did nothing to help alleviate my thoughts about uncle "Mikah." It seems like I ended up thinking about him more than usual during that run. I need to wash up. I'm sweaty and smelly from that workout. Not only will a bath cure that, but hopefully it can cleanse my mind as well. I walk to my bedroom and go straight to the bathroom. I run the water and let the tub fill. I start pulling off my clothes. I pass by the mirror and ignore my reflection. I light a few aromatherapy candles that I have on the counter.
I bought them to alleviate stress and worries. Maybe they will help me in this situation. The water is warm, I put in some of my favorite body wash, making fragrant bubbles with it. I need all the calm and relaxation that I can get. When the tub is halfway filled, I slowly get in and sink into the warm fragrant waters. I turn the faucet off and lean back against the cool porcelain. The bubbles swirl around me covering me. The water is warm and soothing. Steam rises from it. I can smell my candles from here.
With a gentle sigh I lean my head back and close my eyes. All is blissful for a few seconds, until I picture his face. I open my eyes, blink a few times then try again. I sigh in frustration and sit up. I swat at the bubbles with my hand. I make a small splash in the bathwater. I grab my shampoo and rub it vigorously in my hair. I pour warm water over it and mix the suds into the strands. I'm just the slightest bit frustrated. I thought taking a bath would cleanse me and my mind of these dirty thoughts. It seems to be amplifying them. Water splashes in my eyes as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair.
I wipe my eyes and sit there sopping wet. I wring excess water from my hair and stare at the bubbles. "Aw might as well." I mutter under my breath. I give in to my fantasies and lean back against the tub. I spread my legs, propping my feet up on the edges. I slide my hand under the water and stroke my clit. I feel the familiar trembles of desire. I close my eyes and picture a more grown up version of the fantasies I used to have. I imagine a knock on the bathroom door. Mikah opens it and finds me here in the tub. "What are you doing here?" I gasp in surprise. "I had to see you. I needed to discuss something with you. Something that has been on my mind these years." He responds.