Many years ago, I enjoyed a long affair with a co-worker. Our romance began with the usual office flirtations and innuendo, but then there was that glorious business trip to Asia where we found ourselves in adjacent hotel rooms and the fuse was really lit. On her next trip, a few weeks later, she sent me a rather steamy email. I responded with a fantasy story of what I dreamed of doing if I were with her. I still have hundreds of sexy emails saved from her and would often play off of one of those and create a story for us. There are dozens of those stories to share here someday. This is one special one from Christmastime, a few years after we drifted apart. She loved my erotica and I always encouraged her to write for me. It was quite some time after we'd ended the affair that she wrote to me, telling me how much she still enjoyed my stories, and after begging her again, she finally agreed to write
with
me. This is the first time she began a story and I continued. We passed it back and forth twice...
1. Her voice
The holidays had come so quickly that I realized I was extremely far behind in my shopping. Between the stress of the season and the upswing in our business, I thought it best to take an afternoon off to shop and use some time for myself. On my way home, I stopped at the bath store and wandered to each fragranced bubble bath trying to find the one that would be the most relaxing. Pleased with my decision, I headed home, anxious to dip my toes into a nice warm tub of bubbles.
Pulling into the driveway of a dark home, I was stunned with the reminder of being alone for the holidays. The company was enjoying good business and could not afford to have anyone on vacation for any period of time. Therefore, my family had to go out-of-state without me. Although a very unpopular decision, I figured I'd make the best of the situation. Thankful I'd placed a bottle of wine in the fridge early that morning, I wandered throughout the house, from candle to candle. Lighting them all, I enjoyed watching the soft warm glow as they cast shadows that danced on the ceiling. The house was too quiet. Clicking on the stereo, I found a soothing channel that played all old Christmas songs sung by those long gone. By the time I reached the doorway to my bedroom, I had everything unbuttoned and ready to peel off.
Slipping off my blouse, I navigated in the dark to the far side of the room to the candle next to my bed. It was my favorite, cinnamon. I unsnapped the catch of my bra and gratefully tossed it aside, my breasts swinging free from their tight confinement. I could hardly wait to slip off my hose. They had a small run near the crotch, and I had to smile thinking about how someone I knew would certainly make an excuse why he should just widen the opening a little more. Hmmm...what a memory. Much had changed between us as our lives had taken different paths. Nevertheless, I hadn't forgotten that each time we were together had the excitement as if it were the first.
Realizing I had drifted for a moment, I snapped back to reality, feeling a slight chill on my bare shoulders. Moving into the bathroom, I began to run the warm water for my bath, gently pouring in the cool scented bubble bath. The aroma was soothing and inviting. Memories came flooding back of other tubs in other places, business trips in Asia mostly, and I realized I hadn't used bubbles since a trip to Japan few years ago. I was amazed that it had been that long, and even more surprised to think how much I remembered of that trip. Avoiding slipping into a lonely state, I blocked the memories by singing the song in my head that was playing on the stereo.
I returned to the bedroom and stepped out of my skirt and hose, gathered up my fluffy terry robe and headed back to check on my filling tub. The cinnamon from the candle gave the air a clean, spicy scent. With the tub almost full, and me completely naked, I headed back down the hallway to the kitchen to uncork my bottle of wine. I loved the feel of my breasts just swaying gently as I walked, the cool air on my skin making my nipples pucker and harden. The candles were still glowing and Bing was crooning on the radio. I made my way to the tub just as it finished filling. Setting my glass of wine on the side of the tub within easy reach, I slowly lowered my naked body through the bubbles into the warm water. The heat caressed my tired body. Sipping on my wine, I closed my eyes and sunk a little lower into the bubbles. It felt so good...
As the minutes passed, I could feel the water begin to cool, but I just wasn't ready to end the luxury of lying in the wonderful cloud of soft bubbles. Leaning forward to run more water, I got a slight chill as the air brushed my wet skin. My soft pink nipples suddenly grew hard again and poked out of the bubbles, rigid from the chill. Reaching for the faucet, his hand touched mine.
"Can I do that for you?"
My heart nearly stopped. It was him. The guy that was such a deep, ingrained part of so many fond memories.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" my mind raced faster than I could verbalize the questions.
"You left the side door unlocked. I got here just a little before you, thank goodness, so I got to enjoy the little striptease," he grinned.
"How did you know that I would be alone?" I asked suspiciously. We hadn't talked in quite sometime.
"You must have a new receptionist, because she told me everything about your day off and your family's departure without you. You really should let her know she shouldn't share that info with strangers. However, this one time it was o.k.," he smiled mischievously.
Lifting my chin up toward him, he kissed me lightly. My head was feeling a little light from the wine and rush of my heartbeat. Geez, is this a dream? It sure felt like one. His beautiful blue eyes still gazing into mine, he just grinned his little boy grin. Oh, how I have missed his smile. My hands covered in dripping bubbles, I pulled him closer and we kissed long and deep. His kiss still made me tingle in places that no one else could. His lips moved across my cheek, down my neck, making my body arch involuntarily toward him, begging for more of his touch. My pink nipples peeked through the white bubbles beckoning his soft lips to caress them.
Finding my way to his zipper, I could feel his cock already pressing to be released. Kicking off his shoes and pants that were now around his ankles, he stepped into the bubbles with me as he pulled off his t-shirt. His dark furry chest soon was covered with my lingering bubbles. The heat I was feeling between my legs far exceeded the temperature of the water. I was surprised at how much I still wanted him and the control he had of me. Softly I slipped my hand around his hardness and gently began stroking him. Leaning back against the tub he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
"Mmmmm, your touch is incredible," he breathed. "You better stop that, though. I'll never last." I wasn't worried about that. I knew he was capable of repeat performances given the right stimulation.
Stroking him a little quicker, I pulled his hips up slightly to allow the bright purple head of his penis to crest the water enough for me to slip my mouth over. I slipped the wet, slick shaft into my mouth and could taste the warm pre-cum oozing from the slit. I slipped one hand under the bubbles to massage his soft ball sack and slid the other up and down the glistening shaft. After only a few moments sucking him deep into my mouth he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut and his body tensed and released with an overwhelming orgasm.
"I told you shouldn't do that," he continued to gasp.
"Yeah, you did, but I sure didn't see you making any effort to make me," I said as I smoothed away the bubbles from his chest. We laid together until the water began to get too cool.
"How about we wander out to the den and light the fireplace and catch up?" I asked.
"I think I'd like that," he said, his eyes still rather dreamy.
