Kara had almost moved in with Andrew; most weeks she would spend five or six nights with him, hurrying home from work, so that they could spend the evening in each other's company. He had cleared spaces in his wardrobes for her clothes, even buying her a new suit that she had liked but not been able to justify the extravagance for. She had come to look forward to sleeping in his arms, to feel them around her when she woke. He had even given Marmalade, her cat, the run of the house, except for the basement, where it might injure itself.
Today had been one of those days when Kara wanted to open the door and find Andrew waiting. Everybody had wanted their little piece of her and she desperately needed to surrender totally to somebody else, even if it was only for a few hours.
As she slipped her key into the lock, and pushed the front door open, she caught the faintest trace of a rich, appetising aroma and heard the sound of water running. She hung her coat on the hall stand and leaving her briefcase, with her laptop inside, on the floor beneath it, walked along the hallway to the kitchen. The kitchen was, as usual spotless, but a large casserole bubbled gently in the oven and Marmalade sat watching it through the glass door. Kara glanced around, but the source of the running water was, obviously, not the kitchen. She spent a moment stroking Marmalade who had jumped into her arms, then put Marmalade gently on the floor and walked to the bottom of the stairs. For a moment, she was about to call out Andrew's name, but changed her mind and climbed the stairs, following the sound of water, to the bathroom.
Andrew was bent over the bath, his feet bare, wearing dark blue jeans and a white cotton t-shirt. His hand was swirling the warm water, pouring into the bath, to mix in a few drops of perfumed essence. Andrew seemed to sense her presence and turned the taps off, then straightened and, drying his hands turned to face her.
"Long day?" he murmured, drawing her close and slipping his arms around her waist, letting her head rest against his chest. Kara nodded, feeling the beat of his heart against her cheek and the warmth of his arms, gently embracing her. She lifted her head and he tilted his, so that their lips could brush and linger in a tender kiss. Kara relaxed into his arms and felt the pressure of his lips, closing her eyes, lost in the moment. Slowly, the kiss broke and she stood, panting a little, his arms still around her.
"Dinner is in the oven," Andrew told her, "and your bath is ready."
Kara just looked at him, for a moment, before replying, "Thank you, you must have read my mind."
"Would you like a hand?" he whispered.
Kara just nodded against his chest and stood still, while he slid her jacket from her shoulders, catching it before it could fall to the floor and hung it on the back of the door. His fingers dextrously unfastened the buttons of her blouse, the undoing of each one accompanied by a delicate brush of his lips against the base of her neck, or on her mouth. Kara barely felt Andrew's fingers, as he slowly unfastened her blouse, but the touch of his hands against the bare skin of her tummy made her muscles flutter delightfully and she groaned softly. The soft silk of her blouse slid off her skin like oil and it too was slipped off and hung with her jacket. Her nipples pressed against the cups of her bra, prominent even through the smooth material, and they ached to be touched, caressed, fondled. Andrew glanced down, smiled and then reached around Kara's back, his fingers finding the hooks holding her bra closed,. Kara felt the touch of his fingertips brushing her skin; a tightening of the material over her ribs, and then her bra was loose, sliding down her arms to free her breasts.
Andrew tossed the bra into the basket for dirty linen and gently turned Kara to face the mirror. She watched as his hands slid upwards, fingertips just touching her skin, until they were cupping her breasts, her hard nipples pressed against his palms and his fingers holding her firmly. His lips brushed against her neck, just behind her ear, and she felt a thrill spreading along her nerves, making her nipples harden. She looked across, at her reflection, watching Andrew caress her, as though she was watching strangers. She saw his fingers trapping her erect nipples, the gentle squeeze of his finger and thumb, followed by a delicate tug, making her sigh. She watched his hands slide over her tummy, downwards, until he was resting his fingers on the button at the side of her skirt.
She felt the pressure of his fingers, pulling her against him, and the ridge of his erect cock, pressed along the cleft of her bottom. She was about to protest, gently but firmly, when he released his hold and, with a practised flick of his fingers, unfastened her skirt. The heavy material fell, in a heap, around her ankles and Andrew's thumbs hooked into the waist of her slip, sliding the silk down her stockinged legs. For a moment, Kara looked at herself, the dark, sheer stockings like paint on her legs, the paler band of bare skin between the lace tops and the silk of her panties. She saw how they clung to her bare skin, the material a little damp, and outlined the neat lips of her pussy.
Andrew slipped his fingertips inside Kara's silk panties, touching the lips of her pussy and pressing gently on the hard pearl of her clit. She closed her eyes for a moment, a shiver racing along her spine, and then his fingers had moved on, running along the puffy slit, teasing her open, so that his fingertip could slip inside. Then her panties were peeling away from her damp mound and he was sliding them down her legs, careful not to snag the sheer material of her stockings.
Andrew ran his hands over the front of Kara's thighs, spreading his fingers wide, and drew them slowly closer to her pussy. She reached down and rested her palms on the backs of his hands, pressing them against her skin, but stopping him from caressing her pussy with his fingertips. She watched in the mirror as his lips curled into a slow, easy, smile and he breathed gently against the skin on the side of her neck..
Dropping to one knee, Andrew slowly rolled Kara's stockings to her ankles and, with her hands on his shoulders for balance; he slipped off one shoe and rolled up stocking and then the other. Rising to his feet, he kissed her neck gently and admired her naked body, his hands resting on her hips as he kissed the top of her spine. Slowly, he unfastened the intricate knot that she wore her waist length hair in so that it could tumble over her shoulders and down her back.
Kara stood naked, her own self-appraisal much harsher than Andrew's appreciative gaze. Reluctantly, he took his eyes away from her reflection and dipped his hand into the bathwater, swirling it gently as he tested the temperature. Satisfied that it was just warm enough to relax her and not hot enough to be uncomfortable, he held Kara's hand, as she stepped into the water and lowered herself into its silken caress.
She felt buoyed by the water and, gradually, the stresses of the day melted into insignificance. Andrew knelt by the bath side and watched Kara's face as she closed her eyes and relaxed, her expression lightening as the essences, the warmth and the steam soothed her. Andrew picked up a washcloth and dipped it into the water, then began stroking it across her shoulders and along her arms. Kara felt a delicious heaviness sweep over her as she was buoyed up by the fragrant liquid. His hands stroked gently at her neck and then moved down, gently laving her back with the warm water. Kara sighed as Andrew's hands caressed the length of her spine and she groaned, as his hands returned to her breasts. He felt their weight as his hands encircled them and squeezed, gently, against their proud firmness. Slowly, he allowed his hands to slip lower over her tummy and to the tops of her thighs. Kara bent her legs and spread them a little to allow his fingers to stroke the sensitive flesh on the inner sides. Kara moaned beneath her breath as his fingertips moved sensuously across her skin. She could see the bulge in his denim pants becoming more and more defined as he touched and caressed her, but he still had everything tightly fastened.
Andrew started the shower, testing the water temperature against his forearm and, satisfied that it was comfortable, began to wet Kara's hair. She felt the warm water running off her hair and shivered, relaxing as Andrew's strong fingers began massaging her scalp working the small dollop of shampoo into a rich lather. Slowly working his way down her spine, he carefully washed, rinsed and then applied conditioner to her hair.
Carefully helping her to her feet, Andrew supported Kara as she stepped out of the bath and then he wrapped her in a fresh, spotlessly white robe, which drew the water away from her skin. Leading her back into the bedroom, Andrew eased her onto the bed, before unfastening the tie holding the robe closed and spreading it, like wings, on either side of her. Leaning over, he kissed her mouth, tenderly brushing his lips against hers and then took a soft warm towel and covered her with it from neck to toes. Slowly he pressed the soft material against every inch of her skin, his hands resting against her and then moving away, just long enough and firmly enough for the towel to collect the droplets of water from her skin. When her body was completely dry, Andrew gently lifted Kara's shoulders, until she was sitting, and propped her upright with pillows. Now he warmed a little serum between his palms and began spreading it along the length of hair that cascaded past her shoulders, smoothing the balm into each lock. Andrew stood and left Kara sat, for a moment, as the serum soaked into her hair and he washed his hands. It had a delicate scent, specially created to enhance Kara's very individual sensuality. Returning, drying his hands on a towel, Andrew came to sit beside her and began to brush her hair, gently teasing each tangle and knot out, moving the brush smoothly down its length with long, steady strokes until it lay, in a sleek, glistening cascade, along her spine.
Kara felt the last vestiges of tension ebb from her body and delicious warmth spread through her body. Surrendering to the soothing touch of Andrew's hands, Kara leaned back and as he reached around her waist, linked her fingers with his and pressed them gently against her skin. Kissing her neck tenderly, Andrew hugged her to him, enfolding her in his arms and rocking her gently. After a few moments, Andrew carefully slid from his place and crossed the room to the wardrobe. Reaching inside he lifted out a long midnight blue silk robe that Kara had never seen before and brought it over. Slowly, his every touch against her skin a caress, Andrew slipped her arms into the sleeves and helped her to stand. The silk draped perfectly on her body and, catching sight of herself in the mirror, Kara gasped at the way it flattered her figure, accentuating the swell of her breasts and creating an alluring décolletage. Andrew fastened the tie around her waist and handed her a pair of soft pumps, then reached back into the wardrobe for his own, matching robe.
Leading her back to the bed, Andrew gently sat her on the edge and leaned over her, caressing the hair behind her ear.
