“Come have a bath. The water’s still warm,” she called to him.
Clyde took a deep breath and let it out. It wasn’t quite the release he had been hoping for. He steeled himself and headed back indoors, where Elizabeth had already dried and donned a nightgown.
He headed for the bath. The water put off some heat, and Clyde found himself longing for that warmth. The water was a milky white and smelled of lovely things — perfumes and oils and Elizabeth.
“Clyde?”
He looked up. Elizabeth had perched herself on the four-post pine bed, and was nestling herself beneath a quilt. Her eyes bid him to come hither.
“Maybe… when you’re done… if you want…” she said, “you could have…” She looked away demurely with a crooked smile on her face. “Me!”
She was utterly charming. Clyde smiled in spite of his exhaustion. His penis gave a little twitch. He looked down at his spent member, and realized with dawning horror that he was NOT ready to go.
End.
Author’s Note: This is the first story I’ve uploaded here. It turned out a little longer than I expected. I just wanted to set the stage and develop the characters a little. I like a little plot and set-up. If you read all the way to end, thank you!