The warm scent of lilac filled the steamy bathroom as Delia ran her bath. The nervous energy that surged through her body would not let her sit still. She paced back and forth across the floor as she watched the bubbles rise in the tub. In just a few short hours, he would be there. It felt as if the butterflies in her stomach were going to tear through her at any moment. She turned off the water before disrobing. Immersing herself in the tub of warm water, she tries to calm her nerves. She closes her eyes as she sinks lower, laying her head against the rim of the tub.
Her thoughts are immediately overtaken by images of him. It had seemed like so long ago that they had met but that was not the case. She just felt so incredibly comfortable with him that it was as if she had known him all of her life. Her hand gently stroked her stomach as she thought of the first time she looked into his eyes. He was such a magnificent person. She could not help fall in love with him. It was not just the beauty of his eyes or the perfection of his looks. It was what was below the surface that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. His soul was more appealing than any she had encountered.
Her dark brown eyes opened as she gazed up at the ceiling. A gentle chuckle freed itself from her. In her own foolishness, she was convinced that he could never want her. She was tainted by others, left doubting that there could ever be anything pure in her life, but that was what her feelings for him were. He tried and tried to show her that his feelings were more than pretty words. Her stubbornness soon gave way to acceptance of his emotions as truth. That was what led her to this day.
He was innocent, unspoiled by carnality. She was completely overwhelmed when he said he wished to give her the gift of his virginity and love. Today would be the day she accepted that gift. The preparations had been made and tonight she would seduce him. She submerged herself in the water completely for a moment. Once her hair was washed she sunk under the level of the water once again to rinse. She sat back and thought about the rest of what she must do before he arrived.
She hummed softly to herself as she grasped the soap. The lather grew thick on her left leg as she prepared it for shaving. The razor stripped away segments of the froth. Her hand traveled over the hairless flesh as she admired it smoothness. Everything had to be perfect tonight. She began on the other leg, leaving it equally as flawless before slipping up on the edge of the tub.
Her thighs spread widely as she began to lather the more intimate areas. The soft stubble that had grown there since the last shave tickled her hand as it moved across her skin. Carefully, it was trimmed away as the razor passed over her. The cool air that kissed the tender crevice sent a chill through her. Her fingers drifted down and lightly brushed over the puffy pink lips and swollen little button. Her eyes fluttered nearly shut as a wave of pleasure rushed through her. She quickly stopped, rinsing herself clean and draining the tub.
She slipped the thick white towel around her body as she wrung the excess water out of her hair. As she exited the bathroom and entered her bedroom, she glanced up at the clock. He would be there shortly. Her clothes were laid out on the bed waiting for her. She pulled the towel from her body and began to dry herself off.
Taking the bottle of fragrant lotion from the table, she squirted some into her hand and rubbed them together. The intoxicating scent filled her lungs during each breath. She smoothed the decadent creamy substance into her skin. The bedroom had been filled with beautiful flowers and unscented white candles. Everything had to be just perfect. That is what she kept telling herself.
Her fingers nervously fumbled with the clasps as she fastened the clingy white lace bra. As she slipped on the soft cotton red dress, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her anxiety over him seeing her undress shot through her mind. She ran her fingers through her mousy brown hair and stared at her own reflection. Somehow, the uncertainty seemed to fade as she thought about looking into his eyes once again. She smiled for a brief moment before picking up the panties she had laid out. The thin white lace felt nice against her skin.
She moved to the vanity and took a seat. In her mind, she knew exactly how she wanted to look for him. She kept everything very natural and soft, yet drawing attention to her eyes. Her hair had dried and was in need of a good brushing. As she drew the brush through her hair, she let her mind wander. Soon he would arrive. The images that cluttered her mind brought a smile to her baby pink lips. She took a final look at herself before glancing back at the clock. A quick sprits of perfume and she was ready.
One by one, the candles were lit and the lights were lowered. She wanted it to be an experience he would cherish as much as she did. The mood was set. Now all she had to do is wait. The ice bucket with a bottle of Knudsen's sparkling cherry chilling and two glasses sat upon the table by the sofa. Neither of them drank alcohol it was the perfect choice. She gave everything a final inspection as she awaited his arrival. The sound of a car as it pulled into her driveway quickly made her heart beat faster.
Delia peered out the window as she saw him climbing out of the car. The simple blue t-shirt and jeans seemed to make him look even more amazing. She turned the stereo on as she crossed the room. The soft music filtered through the room creating a perfect balance. She opened the door just as he was about to knock. Their eyes met, sending a surge of emotional electricity through her body. She stepped aside as she held the door open for him.
"Come in Nick. I've been waiting for you," she said as he walked past.
"Today time just seemed to come to a complete standstill. I never thought I would get to see you" he smiled, softly kissing her cheek as she turned to face him.
"I know. It seems like an eternity since we talked this morning on the phone. Come on. Follow Me," she purred as she took his hand.
He followed her to the sofa, still gripping her hand as they sat. There was no need for words as they stared into each other's eyes. He leaned in and kissed her. His lips felt so soft as they met hers. Her eyes closed as her hand moved to the side of his neck. She caressed it softly as she felt the kiss deepen slightly. Their bodies pressed together as the passion they shared for each other grew stronger. The tension in the air was almost palpable.
She pulled away reluctantly, breaking the kiss. His thumb softly stroked her cheek as his fingers cupped her jaw line. The scent of her drew him in for another kiss. This time she could not break it. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as the kiss became more intimate. Her body pressed tightly against his as he urged her back. She gave in completely. Her back landed against the cushioned arm of the sofa as he lay slightly on top of her.
His breathing was as uneven as hers was. They both wanted this moment so badly. Her nails raked over the fabric that clung to his back as their bodies remained close. This time it was Nick who pulled back, looking into her eyes for a long moment. He did not care about the music or the beverages or anything else. His appetite for her was voracious and it needed satisfied now. He smiled at her for a moment before removing his shoes and socks, setting them under the coffee table. Without a single sound, he stood up, scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Her fingers gently played with the back of his hair as she draped her arms around his shoulders. He carefully sets her on her feet next to the bed. She smiled at him, knowing it was time. Her fingers moved slowly as she lifted his shirt. Her gaze dropped as she watched more and more of his chest being revealed. She pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Her hands immediately moved to the bare flesh beneath, caressing it as she longingly gazed up into his eyes. Her lips brushed lightly against his chest as she continued to undress him. Each time he tried to touch her, she would push his hands away.
She just wanted to concentrate on bringing him as much pleasure as she could. His belt gave her a moment of trouble as she hurried to remove it. Her fingers could not work fast enough. Once it was undone, she had his pants down in seconds. He stepped out of his pants leaving him in just a pair of black boxers. She smiled as she just stared at him for a few moments.
His hands gripped her waist as he pulled her closer, his lips crushing against hers as they kissed passionately. He slid his hands slowly up her back, feeling his way to the top of the zipper. One hand rested against the back of her neck as the other unzipped her dress. He pulled away from the kiss. Immediately she looked away shyly. His hands tenderly slipped the fabric down her shoulders. The sight of the sheer lace cupping her heavy round breasts took his breath away. He licked his lips as he watched the dress move down her body, dropping it to the floor.
