It has been three months since he left. Everything seems so empty without him. My bath time seems to be the best remedy for however I feel that day. Lonely days lead to contemplations and remembering happy memories while I lay in the tub. Tears of frustration fall when I do not hear from him or when I run into a challenge that he usually resolves. Sensual moments come when I long for his touch and to be next to him. When I sink into the tub, the emotions overtake me. This is the time where I let go and allow myself to feel.
A letter arrives from him, how exciting! It has been a while since his handwritten letter has made its way. The letter remains sealed since I wish to read it while I am in the tub. Chores are distractingly done. My mind continues to be focused on the letter that waits. Finally the time comes and I fill up the tub with hot water. Candles are lit.
I lower myself in the tub struggling to keep my hands dry. I think of him, how he smells, how he hugs me and how he makes me feel. The envelope is in my hand and I read my name in his handwriting. Finally, I open the letter and read. Unconsciously, a hand trails down...
Marisa,
I know you just got into the tub. I wish I were there to keep you company as I usually do. In a sense, I AM keeping you company. Think of me sitting close to you, telling you about my day and you telling me about yours. I am not going to go into details about what has been going on here. I have mentioned that here and there.
This letter is about you and I. Us. The moments we share and the moments while we touch. I think of little things, how your perfume smells, how I steal caresses along your back as I zip up your dress. I remember watching you as you sit on the edge of the bed pulling up the stocking up your legs. I love being enticed by the view of you and trying to change your mind to stay home so that I may enjoy every bit of you. I miss walking behind you, breathing in your perfume and essence. I enjoy the view of your shapely ass and legs. I miss sinking my face into your hair in the back of your neck.
This is pure torture. I close my eyes and feel your hand trailing up my legs as you always do while I am driving. When I open my eyes to look down, I do not see your hand. How I wish to see your hand there and grabbing it and putting it to my hard cock. In futile hopes of complete satisfaction that only you can give me before we reach our destination. This was your way of teasing me, to lengthen our lovemaking.
I remember that one lazy day we had when we decided to have a movie-a-thon. We bummed out on the couch watching movies. Do you remember? I can see you smiling. I was laying behind you and holding you close to me. Just thinking of this drives me crazy. While you are in my arms and arousing me- Yes, the simple fact that you are in my arms and close to me drives me to arousal. I decided to turn the tables on you and give you a long, teasing lovemaking session. You remember this - don't you? I can just see you as if I am sitting there on the edge of the tub trailing my hand on your inner thigh. You being you, coy and telling me that you don't remember to lure me to tell you the story...
I caress you through the clothes that you had on. I let my hand trail all the way down your side, over the hip, your thighs and legs. Finally, I reach the hem of your lounge pants. My fingers trace your ankle where the hem rests against your skin. I only caress with sensuality the exposed skin. I greedily grope you where the material touches you. You do not realize this "game" yet. In time, you do. I bring my hand back up in the front of your body. Your legs, knees, thighs, pelvis, navel, tummy, breasts, chest, are all covered by fabric. Your exposed neck is sensually seduced by my fingers, my palm and my hand. My hand moves up tenderly slow around your face, fingers lightly tracing your features. I trail my fingers down your cheek, up your jawbone and around your ear. Down your neck and when it hits the neckline of your pajamas my touch changes and it gropes around for naked skin. Your arm is exposed and it is pampered my by touches.
I sense realization sinking in. You struggle to pull up your shirt, pull down your pants in hopes of obtaining my seductive touches. I do the opposite and pull your shirt back down and the pants back up. My touches become greedy and I grope you through the fabric. Whenever I touch your naked skin, I bless you with sensuality. After a few moments of selfish groping through the fabric and blissfully sensual touches on naked skin, you are baffled. You are confused, trying to decide whether you want to be groped or pampered.
