The room is dark, only being illuminated by the candles flickering around the bathroom, my shadow being cast behind me on the wall. They're filling the air with a deep woody scent. Masculine, yet soft. It reminds me of you.
I close my eyes and lean back resting my head on the bath pillow I purchased earlier in the day specifically for tonight. Work has been unrelenting and my free time has been sparse. The quiet that surrounds me even scarcer. Music murmurs quietly from the other room and it threatens to lull me past the point of relaxation into actual sleep.
I sigh contentedly as my hand wades through the warm water causing bubbles to lap against my skin. I can feel the tension in my muscles start to dissipate as I rest my full weight into the embrace. the tub beneath me. For a second I'm carefree and weightless and allowing myself to just be present in this moment. I open my eyes, lift my hand to watch the water fall from it, then glance to the wall to watch it's shadow dancing in the orange glow.
I sit up, tucking my legs underneath myself, to grab my loofah. I take my soap and deposit some of the milky liquid onto it before I begin to wash myself slowly. My shoulders. My arms. Over my neck and collarbone. Rivulets of water cascade down my chest, passed pebbled nipples before rejoining the water around me. My loofah follows their paths down over my breasts, to my stomach, where I scrub in small circles.
I stretch out my legs to wash them next. Thighs, knees, calves, feet. One long leg at a time. I lean back against the tub to run the loofah between my thighs. Small tingles are left in it's wake. My nipples tighten, them stretching to barely push past the surface of the water. The airs kisses over them, it feels chilly against them where they're not fully submerged.
I feel the familiar pull of my muscles in my pelvis and I long to hear your voice. I crave to hear your words and breathe against my ears as I listen to speak. And my imagination is almost as good as actually hearing it behind me, before me, above me, before me. Almost. If only... my hands are exploring now.
Sensually gliding expanses of soft skin and my mouth goes dry at the thought of your hands replacing mine. Every caress is divine torture and it stirs the feeling of longing deep within the pit of my stomach. Rivaling the delicious ache that's steadily building me. I toy with my nipples, arch into hands that are much too small. The ache in my pussy ratchets up again and the desire to be stretched and filled is overwhelming. To feel the slow burn as my body pleads with itself to become accustomed to your intrusion. For myself to mold to and take on the shape of your cock as you enter me. I prop my leg up against the side of the tub as the other falls to lay open on the opposite side of the tub.
One hand is inching closer now to where I need you most, the other skating over my breast to lay limply against my neck. Goosebumps burst across my chest at the thought of it being your hand there instead of mine. Feeling the weight of your fingers wrapped there as I pant beneath you completely at the mercy of a pace that you decide. My fingers skirt around myself now, teasing, pulling more wetness from within me. They glide over the lips of my pussy but it's not enough.
"God it's not enough," I sigh with frustration.
There's that deep longing echoing the ache again. My eyes open to stare at the dark ceiling before glancing over to you leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Candlelit flickering over you creating dark shadows and breaks over light over your silhouette. I've known you've been watching this whole time. Whether you caught on to my little show for you is beyond me but at this point I could care less because the center of my universe is focusing on what you're about to do between my parted thighs. I shoot you a knowing smile.
"Well baby are you coming in?"
You give me a knowing smile before pushing yourself off the doorframe and making your way over to me. I watch your every step and I can feel excitement pulse through me. You never fail to render me speechless. I wonder if you feel just as impatient to be inside me as I am for you to be.
You take off your shirt and slowly undo the buckle of your belt before moving to unbutton and unzip your jeans. You've played your hypothetical Uno Reverse card because now I'm the one taking in the show before me. I gulp as I watch your hard cock spring free from the confines of your boxers. My earlier bravado wavers momentarily as I feel the heat of your gaze burn through me from your close proximity.
