I came out of the bathroom as my husband had just settled down with the remote control and a glass of wine. The weather was starting to turn colder at night, and so we had eaten a hearty dinner, shared a bottle of pinot noir, and after the dishes were done, I decided to take a nice hot bubble-bath.
This is something that I treat myself to after a long day, when I'm stressed out, or in this case, just because I was chilly. Plus, I always sleep a hundred times better after a bath and feel clean and refreshed to go to bed.
The hubs was not quite sleepy yet, so had flipped on the TV and was driving channels. When I opened the bathroom door, however, his head turned in my direction.
"You smell great," he said. "What did you put on?"
"Nothing." I replied. "It's just the bubble bath I used." I had picked up a bottle of a eucalyptus scented foaming bubble bath the week before.
At that point I went and stood in front of him. He happily abandoned his TV watching. His large, smooth hands caressed the back of my knees and worked their way up my body, and a moment later he un-tied my bathrobe.
He massaged my ass for a moment before slowly running his hands up my back. I love anything being done to my back. I'm addicted to backrubs and massages, so this was an ultimate turn-on, and he knew it.
Soon his hands worked around to my breasts, cupping each of them, thumbs running over my nipples, which had become hard and erect. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, before sucking them into his lips and flittering the tip of his tongue over them. I uttered a low moan, to even my surprise. I was getting worked up faster than I thought.
He gently pulled me on top of him so that I straddled his legs with mine. I began grinding my pussy on his leg, and he liked that immensely. He was burying his face in my chest, moving from my nipples to the underside to the middle in between, kissing, licking, sucking, nuzzling. I threw my head back and relished the feelings.