Walking into the bedroom, I am instantly aware of soft music and the damp smell of light perfume. The sweet aroma and supple lyrics are coming from the bathroom. As I move toward the door, the sounds of sensual moans become evident. I stop to listen to the mixture of rhythm and blues mixed with corporeal sighs. Add to this the mirrored image of this beautiful woman of my heart, bathing with some special attention.
She is lying back against the tub, eyes closed with a slight smile creasing her lips. Her right hand is massaging her right nipple. Pinching and tugging, a whimper escapes as she takes a deep breath. Through the light bubbly foam, I can see her other breast floating upward as she raises her back slightly, her nipple extending, firm, rising from its watery birth. Her hand moves to share the firm yet tender kneading, once again drawing a deep moan of desire. All the while, I can see her left hand moving stealthily under the water.
Without taking my eyes from this picture of pleasure, I begin to undress. First, unzipping my slacks, I free the pulsing erection that has begged release from confinement. Gazing on, I begin stroking my cock with the same fluid motion of her hand, thoroughly enveloped in songs of music and sensual desire. Silently kicking off my shoes, my slacks fall to my ankles, and I step out the rumpled mass at my feet. Leaning against the door jam I begin masturbating; or; "Masterbating" as she fondly referred to this basic act of pleasure, more urgently, getting closer to exploding with each moan and sigh. Nearing the point of no return, I ease my frantic journey to orgasm. Pulling the skin back on my cock, I see a pearl of clear liquid forming on the tip of my bulging head. I steal the lucid fluid from its pulsing perch with my finger, taking it to my mouth; I taste the slightly salty liquor unabashedly.
Having lost myself in this pleasure, I am drawn back to the moment by the sound of soft throaty laughter.
"Perhaps you would join me." She says in her husky feminine voice.
I look down; our eyes meet in the smoky mirrored connection. Even after all this time, my face becomes flush with the heat of being caught like a kid with a Penthouse magazine. The moment of embarrassment passes all too quickly as her pleasure at seeing me, cock in hand, become evident. Our smiles instantly light the room with new freshness.
"Perhaps I should." I reply in a hoarse whisper. "Looks like you could use a third hand in the worse way." Playing her now with the free banter we have come to enjoy in each other.
"First, pour me a glass of your wine, you know it is impolite to keep your Master waiting." My eyes narrow, assuming the position of authority I know she has instilled as her most pleasurable position. She fills her glass and raises it to me, head bowed, eyes gazing downward. I slowly take off my tie and unbutton my shirt. Lingering a moment, I take the glass from her hand.
"Thank you Pet." I say softly. Taking a sip of wine, I bend down, slowly raising her down turned eyes to me. The fire there is, and has always been, intriguing. Lowering myself farther, I kiss her softly, signifying my position of control, yet submitting to the strength from which she may draw.
She rises from the water, the foamy bubbles caressing her figure in a luxurious film. Her breasts are now fully exposed, rising delicately with her deepening breath. Her nipples have become even firmer, sharper, harder, the rosy circle lifting from her tender white breasts to match her excited nipples. Her belly is firm, with a slight protruding womanly prominence. Her belly button descends into the soft flesh of her white muscle. Moving downward, her smooth shaven mound caps a small slit that is hidden by full lips.
"Let me help you with your shirt, Sir." She slowly slips the shirt from my back, carefully laying it against the chair.
