Claire came home from work, exhausted, dirty and mad. It had been a rough night and all she wanted to do was take a bath, drink a beer while in the bath and go to bed and sleep this terrible night away. She slung her backpack across her shoulders and left the bar, setting the alarm and locking the doors on the way out. She hopped into her car, turned on some tunes and left the parking lot, smiling as she thought about her bath.
Claire drove carefully, she was tired and didn't want or need an accident right now. She saw the lights of her house blazing as she crested a small hill and sighed with relief. Mike was still up. She'd have someone to talk to about her horrible night then.
They hadn't been seeing each other long, but he had already taken to spending a lot of time at her place. She certainly didn't mind. He was articulate, funny, smart, and such a good snuggler. She pulled into the driveway, shut off the car, grabbed her backpack and ran up the steps to the house. He had left the door unlocked for her. She toed off her sneakers, threw the backpack onto a chair and padded through the house.
Half a dozen candles were lit in the living room and a glass of wine was waiting on the table. Claire picked up the glass and sipped it, looking around. She seen more candlelight flickering in the hallway and walked out to find more candles. There was also the soft glow of candlelight gleaming from the bathroom. She walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Mike was sitting on chair, next to the tub. The tub was full of warm soapy water and the scent of oranges filled the air.
"Mike, what a surprise, and how wonderfully sweet of you," Claire said, as she walked over to him and kissed his forehead.
"I knew you'd be tired and wanting a shower or bath when you got home, just trying to help out," he replied, taking the wine glass from her hand and setting it on the counter. He stood up and took her face in his hands, kissing her thoroughly, deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
His hands slid down to her neck and shoulders, gently massaging her tired, aching muscles, then moved on down her body, briefly touching the swell of her breasts and then down her ribs. He reached the bottom of her shirt and slowly started unbuttoning it. He slid it off her shoulders, kissing her collarbone as he did so, wrapping his arms around her and unhooking her bra and slipping it off of her body. His lips were soft and gentle and stirring fires of desire on her skin. Claire raised her own hands and he took them and put them back at her sides. He unbuttoned her slacks and unzipped them, hooked his fingers into the waistband and pushed them down over her hips. They slid to the floor with a rustle and she stepped forward, leaving them behind. His hands cupped her ass through her panties and trailed up her back. He resumed kissing her as his fingers kneaded and massaged her back.
She moaned softly into his mouth, becoming more aroused by the second. His hands slid back down and slowly pushed her panties off her body. These too, fell to the floor. He broke their kiss and just stood looking at her in the candlelight. She smiled shyly, she should be used to his frank appraisals, but wasn't.
Mike stepped toward her again, "You're beautiful," he murmured. Claire blushed and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Time for you to get clean," he said, placing a hand at the small of her back and turning her toward the tub. She stepped into the tub, hissing a little as the hot water closed over her toes and then she sank to her knees, letting the water relax her. She settled in, getting comfy, resting her head on the little bath pillow that he had remembered to put in for her.
Claire opened her eyes when she heard his clothes falling to the floor, and watched him. His body was great, the broadness of his chest contrasted nicely with the slim "V" of his torso as it narrowed to his hips. His cock, which was partially erect already, so silky and thick...she licked her lips, and blushed again, when he caught her scoping him out. He grinned at her and said, "Scoot forward, we're gonna get clean."
She scooted, causing little waves and ripples in the water. Mike slid in behind her, his legs sliding over the top of hers. He took her shoulders and lay her back against his chest. The fragrant steam rose all around them and she closed her eyes and smiled, fully relaxed for the first time in days, maybe weeks.
Mike scooped handfuls of water up and let them cascade down over her shoulders, leaving trails on her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing against her lower back, and she pressed back against him, making him groan softly. He leaned forward and kissed and nibbled the nape of her neck, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts. His fingers gently squeezed as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Claire's hands slid up and down his inner thighs, caressing him, tickling him. They stayed that was for quite some time, just softly playing with one another, growing more and more excited. Claire's breathing was shallow and quick, and his was raspy against her skin. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her.
