She sits in the bath, surrounded by bubbles, wondering what she should do. The house quiet, kids out for the night at sleepovers, a couple of candles lit and one of the movie channels on for background noise. I she sighs and leans back. A little over an hour and he will be here. She bought a new red and black lace and silk bra/ panties set for tonight. She had sent him a pic of it to get a reaction. He said he liked it. She bets he would like it more on the floor.
She reaches a hand down and traces a line down to her newly shaved snatch. Not something she has ever done, she is now completely hair free, or the best she can be for the time frame she has. But as she finds her clit and pinches it softly, she decides she likes this look on her. She can feel her lips, so soft. And finds her honey hole without any problem, no unwanted hair to move out of the way. She stops short of letting her finger slide into her pussy, wanting to save any sexual contact for when he gets there. She glances at her phone and decides to send a text.
"Soaking my pretty pussy in a hot bubble bath. Nice and smooth to the touch. Can't wait for you to feel it"
She presses send and waits. Scooping some water and bubbles to run over her now aching breasts. She has to get out and get ready.
Her phone chimes and she smirks because it is from him.
"Mmmmm baby girl, can't wait to see how smooth."
Time to get out and get dressed, she decides. She has about 20 minutes before he gets there, she needs to hurry. Standing up, she lets the water and bubbles slides down her body. She runs her fingers over her shaved pussy lips and shivers with excitement at the feel. She wraps a towel around her still dripping body and steps out of the tub.
She heads to her bed, where she has her outfit for the night laid out. If you could call it an outfit the bra barely covers her nipples, but gives her great cleavage. This is good because he has said he loves her tits. And she likes to make him happy, so very happy. She slips the bra straps over her arms and leans forward to let her breasts fill the cups. She reaches to her back and clasps the silk shut. She adjusts her breasts in the cups and looks into the mirror. She turns sideways and decides she likes what she sees.
Next, she grabs the Warm Vanilla Sugar lotion and starts with her feet, slathering it on in a slow, deliberate rubbing motion. Her calves, then her thighs. Right up to her belly to the underside of her 38 Ds. When she had everywhere lotioned up, she slips on her panties and positions them over her ass, almost like a thong. They barely cover her ass cheeks. But she is sure he will like it.
She steps into her black slip, sliding it to her waist. She throws on a green v neck t-shirt to hide the goodies underneath. She slips on her heels, his request, and teeters to the kitchen to make a drink.
Vodka, cranberry juice and pineapple juice. Her new favorite, even though she does not really drink. A lot anyway. She pours it into a shaker over some ice. Screwing the cap on she shakes it around to mix the potent concoction. Then she pours herself a shot of vodka and downs it quick. Liquid courage she thinks to herself.
A quick glance at the clock and she realizes he will be here any minute. Her heels clack on the floor as she races to the bathroom for one last glance at her face in the mirror. She tugs the v on her shirt so you can see the top of her bra. That's when she hears the doorknob turn and she walks out and is face to face with him.
Tall, dark and haired and talented with his fingers, as she found out his last visit here. Even with her heels on, he is still taller than her. He looks down at her.
"How are you doing?"
