Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ The One ( Chapter 2 )

I don't own it and this has a bit of LEMON. Under 18 LEAVE--Mgmt

The One

Bulma raced to her room, skipping over obstacles that should stop her from getting to the shower.  Once is the confines of her personal bedroom, she began stripping out of her work attire.  A silk top followed a skirt and hosiery to the floor and before she knew it, she was nude. 

Moving to her large adjoining bathroom, she adjusted the water in the shower to the temperature she preferred.  The huge, many headed shower area was one of Bulma's favorite places.  As she stepped in, water beaded against her creamy skin and her eyes fluttered closed.  "Mmm, this is exactly what i needed" she moaned. 

Bulma relaxed, allowing the water to knead her sore muscles and wash her worries away.  As she rubbed her body, she began to think of the fun she would have with Yamcha that night.  'Tonight might be THE night' she thought.  'We could finally make love and it would be worth the wait.' 

Sure, they had had some heated make out sessions but she would never go all the way.  Of course, she did have to perform the occasional hand or oral procedure to keep Yamcha at her side and happy but sex, no. 

She had to be sure that he was the one. 

'The one,' she mused in her thoughts 'he would set my soul on fire.  He would make my skin tingle at the slightest touch.' At that notion, she ran her hand from her swan like throat to a perky nipple and pinched slightly. It responded quickly, becoming erect, yearning to be touched again and she obliged. 

'He would take me passionately leaving me no question as to his eternal love' She imagined hot kisses moving on her skin as his hands played with her breasts, though seeking purchase in a place a bit lower. 

Her make-believe lover was making her hotter than Yamcha ever did and she couldn't stop.  Her hand began to part her blue patch of curls while the other gently began to stroke her clit, eliciting a hiss from above. 

Her dream lover was here with her, on his knees, inserting his tongue expertly into her secret place.  her hands were in his hair, legs over his shoulders, her head thrown back, enjoying the sweet torture.  Closer and closer, he brought her to the limit, making her body shutter and tense with every flick of his tongue. 

Suddenly, she came, biting her lip to catch any moans that would dare escape.  It was perfect.  It was bliss.  And it was over far too quickly.  Gasping, Bulma opened her eyes, reached for her favorite soap, and washed her refreshed body.