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.
