I arrive home before you on a cold Friday night, after having driven home through a torrential downpour. As I'm waiting for you, I think about what a long, hard week you must have had, teaching your classes and I begin to think about ways that I could help you relax. I call my girlfriend Kathy to tell her that I won't be able to make our "girls-night-out" date and then I go into the bedroom to change my clothes. I remove the grey dress and jacket that I wore for my curriculum meeting this afternoon, hanging it carefully in the closet. I slip out of my black suede pumps with a sigh of relief, massaging the balls of my feet. I remove my white slip, bra and panties and put on an outfit that I know you like: a forest green silk tunic with tiny silver buttons and matching wide-leg paisley print pants. Underneath, I have on deep red lace bikini panties and a matching lace bra with a front clasp.
As I think about you, and how we haven't had time to make love this week, I begin idly running my fingers down the deep cleavage of my top and stroke my nipples through the soft fabric with my palms, feeling them start to harden. As I hear you pull into the drive, I take my hands away, leaving the hard buds of my nipples pointing through the silk of my blouse. I search through the closet for my black slippers and head toward the living room to greet you.
When you walk in, I notice that you are wet through. You sigh and say, "God, what a week," but as you see me, you smile.
"Hi, honey, this is a wonderful surprise," you say and ask about my day. I tell you not to worry about me. I remove your soaking wet coat and tell you that I want to help you relax tonight and forget your long tiring week.
"And how will you do that, little hussy?" you ask, pulling me close to you and giving me a long, soft kiss, your hands running over my silk-clad body. "Oh, you feel soooo good," you say, burying your face in my hair and breathing in the scent of my perfume.
"First you need a hot bath", I say, taking your hand and leading you toward the bathroom. I turn on the taps of the big old-fashioned tub and pour in some sandalwood oil. Soon, a cloud of scented steam fills the air. As the tub is filling, I return to you and begin to remove your clothes, carefully unfastening your tie, unbuttoning your shirt, running my soft palms over your chest as I push the shirt back over your shoulders. I kneel down to untie your shoes and pull them off, also removing your socks and rubbing your chilled feet.
While I am at your feet, I reach up to unzip your pants and begin to slide them down your legs, pulling them slowly over your muscular thighs and calves. As I stand up to put your clothes over a chair, you reach out to trace my breast with your fingers through the silk blouse and I freeze, feeling my nipple begin to harden again. You slide your hands down to my waist and pull me close to you, moving up to cup my breasts in your warm strong hands. Although I don't want to discourage you, I remind you that the water will soon be overflowing.
Reluctantly, your hands move away from my body and you look into my eyes, the intensity of yours makes me gasp as you smile and say, "Later we will finish this"
Smiling back, I ask, "Are you ready for your bath?"
You stand up and say "Oh yes, baby, I'm ready for you", smiling around the words. I stand back as you slide into the hot, steaming tub, admiring your large, strong body, your muscular thighs and buttocks, thinking of how I want to make love to you right now and how much you always try to please me. You sigh with pleasure as you sink into the steaming water.
Looking into your eyes, I say, "I think I'll have to remove these clothes. You know how water ruins silk," and begin to unbutton my blouse, feeling your eyes burning into me as I slip it back over my shoulders and you see the cleavage exposed by the open front of my dark red lace bra. I untie the drawstring of my silk pants and allow them to fall to the floor next to my blouse, giving you an enticing view of my breasts as I bend down to pick up my clothes.
I then move toward the tub, picking up a large, soft sponge from the cabinet and dip it into the warm scented water. I pick up a bar of almond-scented soap and rub it over the sponge until I have a thick creamy lather. Kneeling down by the side of the tub, I lean over and begin soaping your chest and arms, rubbing firmly in a circular motion, enjoying the sensual feel of my hands gliding over your shoulders and neck and then back down to your chest. I ask you to lift your legs out of the water and I wash each one individually, slowly moving up your thigh but stopping as I get near your crotch. I spend several minutes soaping and rinsing each foot, scrubbing carefully between your toes.
"Lean forward, honey," I say, reaching further over to scrub your back with the sponge, incidentally giving you a wonderful view down the front of my bra. My breasts begin to bounce and sway with the exertion of scrubbing your back and as I sit back on my heels, I see your eyes glued to my damp, heaving chest. I rummage under the sink for an old porcelain pitcher and pour water over your hair as you lean back. I squeeze shampoo into my hand and rub it between my palms and then through your hair, using my strong supple fingers to massage your head and scalp, sliding my fingers around your ears and down the back of your neck, then rinse it with the pitcher. "Almost done" I say, "except for one area," and I smile wickedly at you as I reach for the sponge and rub more soap into it.
