I'm Sitting on her bed, trying to pass the time while she finishes taking her bath. I check my phone a couple of times, and then instead decide to gaze out of the window. The evening has barely begun, although it's winter so the final glow of sunlight is already waning, and I can feel a cold breeze creeping through the window. I can't wait to warm up with her once she's done. Love-making is the perfect antidote for cold.
I hear a couple of gentle splashes from upstairs, and can't help but let my imagination flow, rapidly turning my mind into a sexual torrent. I envision her lying back and relaxing, letting the warm water lap against her chest and broad, angular shoulders. Her hair forms curls which twist around her; the tips of each blonde curl tenderly brushing against different areas of her bust.
My mind drifts between each area of her body, as she reaches to clean and caress each part. Her cute feet, then the angles of her ankles and calves, moving up to the curves of her thighs, and finally the contours of her hips and tummy. Each part is perfect in its own way. I'm certain she's thinking about me too, as her hand dives downward, past her various foothills, and begins to explore her vulva. She leans her head back, breathing with pleasure, and begins to massage her breasts with her free hand. It glides around the two knolls, the skin of which is even softer than usual when submerged, and she begins to pinch and rub the peaks. Her eyes closed, she starts to circle her -
My fantasy (which no doubt was a far better use of time than staring at my phone) is rudely interrupted by the sploosh of her rising from the tub, and the last glimmerings of my imagination let me see droplets running down her breasts and stomach. I can just catch the faint sound of her footsteps dotting the ceiling above, as she dries and covers herself, and begins to descend the stairs. My mind is racing with the things I'd love to do to her, and I scramble to make a quick decision.
She enters the room, smiling at me with gorgeous lips, and a plume of vanilla scent follows.
"Nice bath?" I ask through a grin of excitement.