ALIEN INVASION by Peter Hallett

while.”
    “I like Janice, she has funny teeth.”
    “Freddie!” I rolled my eyes.
    Janice squeezed past me and into the living room. “Don’t worry, Nina. His honesty is one of the many things I love about him. Now go and have that bath.”
    “Thank you.”
    I walked into the upstairs bathroom and ran the bath as I took my clothes off. I made sure it was warm enough, and full of bubbles before I got in. I let out a long breath again, the scent made my nose run a little.
    As I was lying there, watching the foamy bubbled water run down my breasts, pretending my nipples were little islands, my mind wandered, like it had a bad habit of doing.
    I thought about my husband. How much I missed him. His omelets were legendary. I smiled. I thought about his smile, how comforting it had been, it was able to calm me, to warm me. I thought about the touch of his skin, how it used to feel when it brushed against mine while we lay in bed on lazy Sunday mornings.
    My eyes had shut instinctively, and one of my feet clumsily hit the tap that turns the shower on. The head of which was hooped around the spigots. The powerful vigor of the water hit my foot and the massaging force of the blast made me jump more than the heat. I sat up, cursed, and turned it off.
    I just stared at it for a while as another thought floated around my mind. This one always found its way into my head when I needed to relieve the tension, when I needed to feel something different. I placed one hand under the showerhead and turned the tap to start the cascade again. The power shower sent quick little pinging streams of water onto my skin.
    I looked over my shoulder to check the door was locked. It was. I should have known it would be. I’d never take a bath with it not being locked if Janice was in the house, plus Freddie had a habit of walking in on me. Paranoia was setting in; I knew what I was planning and I didn’t want to get caught doing it.
    While still sitting up, I spread my legs as far as the bath would allow, my knees now up by my face. I untangled the shower head from the spigot and placed it under the water. I turned the faucet to increase the flow from the head and placed it face up. The water started to bubble in front of me.
    I slid the head under myself. The curved plastic rested nicely against me. Part of it over my opening and the rest nuzzled agreeably against my pleasure spot. The little spikey streams firing onto me were enough to send shivers through my body and to force me to grip onto the side of the bath with my free hand.
    My husband walks up behind me, his eyes moving over the length of my legs until they find rest on my butt. Once he’s close he places his hand on my ass and gives it a squeeze. He then lets it roam all over, his palm caressing its curve before his hand finds rest, his palm pressed on my butt and his fingers low enough to touch me where I want him. I moan.
    He takes hold of me by the hips and presses himself on to my butt. I feel his hardness on my butt. He runs his hands up my back and under my blouse. His fingers tickle my skin as they work their way to my bra. I get shivers and he unhooks me.
    I wanted to moan. So I did. Quietly though. My eyes looked to the ceiling as the high-powered beads of water beat off me in a steady and never-ending pulse.
    My breasts drop and he reaches his hands around to the front, pushing my bra over the top of them, to hold both of them in his big strong hands. He squeezes them, massages them, before he withdraws his hands back to my hips. They don’t stay there long; he lets them feel down my legs until his fingers hook under my skirt. He rolls it up until it rests on my hips.
    His hands work over my ass again and I moan once more. Then I hear the zip of his jeans being undone. I look over my shoulder to see him pull them down to his knees. He’s not wearing underwear. He’s standing at attention. It’s big. I worry if I can take it but I know I want it. The head bounces a few