The Seaside Retreat

Chapter Six … Getting ready for a night out

Hermione quickly gathered together her things together for her shower. The bathroom was rather small, but had a window that Hermione opened. It was already dark but the smell of salt wafted up and instantly relaxed her. Peeling off her clothes she stepped under the hot spray and began to lather her body. The scent of her amber body wash wafted up through the steam, mixing with the salt scented air and created a near intoxicating blend. Hermione sighed as she ran her lathered fingers over her breasts and her breath hitched at the sensation.

She didn’t have time for this, she really really didn’t. She quickly rinsed the soap off her, hissing as the water hit her ultra sensitive skin and then proceeded to wash her long curls. However, it wasn’t long before her hand had strayed to her nether lips again and not much longer after before she had slipped two fingers inside herself and was using her thumb to rub her nub.
At that moment Snape found himself halted on the way to his bathroom. He was innocently enough walking by Miss Granger’s room when he heard the moans. No it couldn’t be. She surely isn’t in there doing THAT he thought. He couldn’t have been more wrong though, for he then heard heavy panting and her moan “fuck Severus do you see what you do to me?” That snapped him out of his musings quickly enough and he scurried away from the door as quickly as he could consider all the blood had rushed to his groin.

Once Snape reached the bathroom and had tenderly peeled the clothes away from his erection he began his normal hygiene routine. In fact despite the general consensus on the subject, he did take a lot of care in his hygiene, but he was unfortunately cursed with oily hair that only got worse throughout the day. As for his teeth, well who cares? He brushes them religiously and the result stays the same, and you wouldn’t catch him using charms or products to sort it out with. As far as Snape was concerned using all of that gunk would make him one step away from being a poof. Something he definitely wasn’t.

He tried valiantly to ignore his erection but when it came down to it, it just wouldn’t go away. In the end Snape decided he had better just take care of the thing and hope it didn’t make another appearance at an inopportune time. Sighing in resolve her wrapped his long finger around his dripping cock and threw his head back and groaned. The picture running through his mind over and over was none other then Granger on her knees in the shower in front of him. He imagined her leaning forward and taking him into her mouth, slowly at first then faster and deeper while she moaned. He could hear her moans from earlier in his head and they drove him wild. She would run her finger down and play with her cunt while sucking him off. It was however, him imagining her purring out “fuck Severus, do you see what you do to me?” that sent him over the edge. Thick white strings of cum spurted over his hand and the shower wall while he groaned out her name.

Rinsing himself and the wall off, Severus quickly finished his bathroom routine. The next challenge lay ahead now; what to wear to a night out in a muggle town. He made his decision and dressed in sleek black trousers that hung on his lean frame perfectly and chose a dark grey linen shirt which he quickly decided looked better with the first two buttons left undone. The ensemble was finished with his black boots. He loved his boots and he refused to leave that part of him behind, even for an evening.

With the task of dressing finished, Severus wandered downstairs to wait on the porch and relax with a cigarette. Upon reaching his destination he found a beautiful white owl waiting patiently at the door to deliver two scrolls. They were addressed to Hermione and were undoubtedly from her two boy toys. He reached down to relieve the owl of its burden and carried the letters and the owl into the cottage. After satisfying the small messengers need for food and a rest he sent it on its way. For a moment Severus toyed with the idea of not giving Hermione the scrolls, but in the end decided against it, after all why should he care if every bay in school wrote to her this summer, she was nothing but his ward this summer.

Just as he was wrapping up his internal debate about the letters, Severus turned hearing footsteps on the stairs. His breath was momentarily stolen from him as he gazed upon the beauty coming down the stairs. It wasn’t natural that a slip of a girl should transform so quickly from some bikini wearing temptress to a woman of such ethereal beauty.

Her hair, which had mercifully been tamed after the Yule ball fourth year, was falling in long chestnut waves almost to her waist. The top half had been pulled into a French twist with tendrils falling and framing her face. And what a face it was. It seemed to glow tonight with moonbeams that had no business hiding in her skin. Her makeup was minimal with a bit of silvery shadow framing her eyes which were huge, mascara accenting them and making them look larger. Her lips, normally full and swollen from her chewing on them were a delectable shade of red, shiny and pouty.

All of this was amazing on her, but her dress, that caused Severus’ heart to leap into his throat. It was a strapless black number, which hugged her curves tightly then flared out around her hips landing just above her knees in the front yet flowing slightly longer in the back. It was simple and classic and though it looked amazing on her, it wouldn’t have been anything special if it weren’t for the silver dragon embroidered into it whose head began just under her left breast, tongue extended, which seemed to lick rather naughtily towards her nipple but couldn’t quite reach. Severus sympathized with the poor creature, to be that close but unable to taste would surely drive him mad. The rest of the serpent like creature twisted around her luscious body, ending in a small tail curled around her hemline which drew your eyes directly to the fuck me heels she had on. They were indecently delicate in a shimmering silver and black that looked impossible to walk in as the heel was spiked and at least 3 inches tall.

Noticing the look on her normally emotionless Professors face made Hermione’s heart beat faster in her chest.

“Do you like the dress Sir? Harry bought it for me last Christmas. He said that he saw it and thought it looked like it was made for me, though I’m not sure I agree, it has certainly become one of my favorites. I was so surprised Harry would pick… sorry, I’m babbling.” she trailed off.

“It looks perfect Mrs. Granger, though for the summer, maybe we could use first names. I would feel very out of place being out with a woman like you tonight and having her call me Professor. Severus would be acceptable.”

“Of course Severus” she tested it out. Of course she had moaned it earlier in the shower, but being able to use it to his face sent a thrill coursing through her. “And call me Hermione”.

“Well Hermione, shall we go? Oh, by the way you received letters from your boyfriends, they are on the counter.”

“Oh thank you! They aren’t my boyfriends though nor will they ever be. To be honest I think Harry might be gay or really needs to get laid and Ron well, lets not ruin a lovely evening with that mess. I will read the letters when we return, but I am famished so let’s get going.”