On a clear summer evening you walk the path to my door and up the steps. There you see a note pinned underneath the brass knocker, your name written upon the folded page.
Your brow furrows, wondering if I've had to leave suddenly. You think of how carefully you prepared for this night, taking in your polished black calfskin shoes, the crisp, creased white trousers, a narrow black belt encircling your waist. The sleeves are rolled up on your ironed blue cotton shirt, open at the throat, exposing tanned skin, fragrant from the shower and your own unique scent. Glancing at your watch, you confirm that the time is what we agreed upon, and open the note.
"Sweetheart," it reads. "The door is unlocked. Come inside, I'm waiting."
Your heart stops for one breathless moment as you contemplate the note, amused at your body's reaction to the relief that I am here. You tuck the note in the pocket of your chinos and turn the doorknob, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.
Inside, the room is lit by dozens of small candles that flicker in the soft breeze from the open windows. As your gaze adjusts to the dim interior, your first thought is that I'm not there. Your eyes turn to the stairway, where more candles line the risers, providing a path of light to the upper floor.
You toss your jacket on the sofa and make your way towards the stairs, your heart starting to beat hard in your chest at the thought of what you might find upstairs. A silver bucket rests near the newel post, a bottle of fine champagne nestled in the crushed ice. Two delicate crystal champagne flutes rest on the block of the post; you pop the cork of the champagne bottle, fill the glasses with the effervescent liquid and continue upstairs.
At the top of the landing, the pathway of candles lead towards the end of the hall. Not to the bedroom, which was your first thought, but the bathroom. You stop in front of the partially open door, taking a deep breath and running a hand over your hair. Everything seems to be in slow motion as you extend your hand and push the door open the rest of the way.
Trailing green ferns and twisting vines spill from hanging baskets and a skylight sends a shaft of summer moonlight into the room. Tall, sweet smelling candles create shadows within the forest of greenery and the scent sends your head spinning for a moment. Vases of deep red tulips bracket the sunken oversized tub and yellow potted daffodils reflect the candle flames.
Soft music spills from the stereo in sweet, liquid notes, and you wonder if you stare hard enough, you'll be able to see the notes floating in the air, dancing around the flickering pinpoints of light. Thick, fluffy towels are stacked on the floor next to the tub and a creamy sheepskin rug adorns the tiled floor. Several more candles decorate the ledge of the tub and marble countertops.
Bubbles float upon the surface of the bath, broken only by the area I occupy near one end of the oval tub. Visible from the shoulders up, foamy lather covers the swell of my breasts and streaks the line of my long slender neck. My fine blonde hair is piled upon my head, wayward strands escaping to brush my shoulders and neck. My green eyes reflect the candle flames surrounding the tub, the warm light creating a faint sheen of gold dust on my cheekbones. I exhale in pleasure as I see you walk in the door, holding the champagne glasses in one hand.
"I'm glad you're here. I've missed you so much," I say.
You walk to the edge of the tub and lower yourself to a crouch, offering me one of the champagne flutes, unable to tear your eyes away from the water lapping against my skin.
"It feels like it's been days since I've seen you last," you finally say.
Your hand reaches out and brushes a tendril of hair away from my face, the back of your fingers caressing my cheek and down my neck. I raise my champagne flute to you with a smile, and offer you a silent toast.
Lightly, you touch the rim of your flute with mine. The crystal note spirals into the air as our gazes meet and we sip. I watch the firm skin of your throat as you swallow and desire leaps into the air between us. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the water part as I bend my knee, the rosy flesh exposed to the warm air. I lean forward and set my glass upon the rim of the tub and your hand moves to touch my skin, wanting to feel the tender knobs of my spine as they march down the center of my back. I close my eyes and sigh softly at the touch of your warm, strong hand.
You plunge your hand into the warm scented water, sliding it over my shoulders and down my back, the velvety texture of my skin under your palm. The scent of my skin sends a jolt of arousal through your entire body, evocative of sweet honeydew melon and cucumbers, the smell of summertime.
I lean forward in the tub, my head tilting forward to expose the nape of my neck, inviting your kiss. You set your champagne flute down and kneel, leaning forward to brush your lips against the soft fragrant skin of my neck, your other hand sliding down the skin of my arm.
A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel your cock swell, the blood rushing through your legs. You stand and kick off your shoes, tossing them into a corner with your socks. I lean back against the side of the tub and watch you, my eyes lingering on your shoulders and arms. You unbutton your shirt and my breath catches in my throat as you toss it on the countertop. The tanned skin against the pale color of your trousers sends a shudder of anticipation through me, my fingers itching to touch the lean muscles, run my fingers over the smooth skin covering your chest. A dark line of downy hair leads down into the waistband of your trousers, and the only thought I have is to follow that line with my lips to where it leads. Your eyes are locked on mine, the color deepening with desire.
You unzip the trousers and step out of them, following with your boxer briefs. My gaze travels down your stomach and over the taut skin of your pelvis, and my nipples grow hard as I see your fully erect cock resting against your abdomen. You step down into the tub, feeling the heat of the silky water, and lower yourself into a sitting position. Your arms gather me to you; feeling my soft skin against yours causes you to sigh in satisfaction. Your hands plunge into my hair and you bring my mouth to yours instinctively, tasting my lips and teasing open my mouth. I slide my hands up your chest and shoulders as your mouth explores mine leisurely.
Your hands release my hair, sliding down my back and cupping my ass, drawing my body closer against you. Our long passionate kisses intensify and I can feel your heart thumping loudly in your chest, keeping pace with my own. I part my legs and float astride you, nestling your throbbing cock between my thighs, feeling the tip of your head against my swollen clit. An indrawn breath escapes my lips as you shift your hips slightly, rubbing the tip over the slippery flesh. Your hands squeeze my ass as your lips travel down the line of my jaw and over my throat.
You can feel my hard nipples brush against the swell of your chest as you lift my body up slightly in the water. Bubbles cling to the tops of my breasts as you taste your way down, the scent they release filling your senses. I bring my knees up and kneel on the bottom of the tub, straddling you, my hands sliding up your shoulders and over the corded muscles of your neck, my fingertips brushing over the nape of your neck and ears. Your lips brand my flesh as they travel down, and I tilt my head back and close my eyes, shivering in complete abandon to you.