He left the room and she heard the bathroom door shut.
She had no idea what he had planned but just anticipating the possibilities excited her. Never before had she been so thoroughly pleasured.......her senses were all jumbled.....she wasn't sure if this was reality or a beautiful dream.
He returned about twenty minutes later. "Stand up, Sweet-thing."
He reached out and took her by both hands. "No, you don't need to dress, just come with me." He walked backwards still holding both her hands and she willingly followed him.
He opened the bathroom door with a flourish - - "M'Lady, your bath awaits!"
She stared, open-mouthed at the bathroom - - The lights were off. Around the tub and on the counter he had placed lit candles. On the floor he hand-sprinkled rose petals. On the counter was a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne chilling in it along with 2 champagne glasses. And on the floor next to the tub he had placed the pillows from the other bed in their room. He escorted her to the tub and held her hand as she stepped down into it. The temperature of the water was perfect...hot but not too hot.
He told her just to relax and enjoy the bubbles.
She reclined and rested her head on an improvised pillow fashioned from a quadruple-folded bath towel.
"Oh, Tale-Spinner! This is so relaxing and so sweet of you!"
"My sweet Angel-Kitty! It's just my feeble attempt to do something special just for you."
He then opened the bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass, handed one to her and then with his glass in his hand, he sat on the pillows next to the tub.
"Now darlin', give me your foot."
She raised one foot and rested it on the edge of the tub. He took a bar of soap, soaped his hands then began to wash her foot. He very slowly and sensuously lathered her foot, making sure to get between each toe.
She put her head back and closed her eyes, savoring every moment and every sensation.
He gently eased her washed foot back into the tub and she instinctively gave him her other foot. He soaped his hands again and repeated his loving and oh-so-sensuous ministrations. She was surprised just how aroused she's became from such a simple act, and thankful she could hide her hardening nipples under all the bubbles.
When he finished with her feet they shared another glass of champagne - and then he helped her to stand again.
He indicates to her by his hands on her shoulders to turn her back to him. He took a washcloth, wetted it, soaped it and started at her shoulders. Making small gentle circles, moving slowly lower and lower, moving across her back, coming halfway around each side. Lower and lower, reaching her rear he washed each cheek thoroughly, then between them, and even under them.
She didn't say anything yet, choosing to simply enjoy the moment.
Now he carefully washed down one leg and then up the other. He took the hand-held shower head and after adjusting the temperature of the water, with it set on a gentle spray he rinsed the soap from her back and legs.
"Oh Baby, that feels so incredibly nice!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Darlin'. Now, please turn around."
She turned to face him and as she did he took a step back and said "My God Woman! You are so, so beautiful! How did I get so lucky to find you?"
She just lowered her eyes, blushed, and smiled at him.
He refreshed the washcloth and began again to wash her. Starting up her sides, then around to her neckline, across the collar-bones. Then he started the slow circles again. Slowly, slowly he washed the top of her breasts....then circles the nipples, then washes the nipples.
As he was so tenderly washing her breasts she gave a little shudder. "Oh Baby, you're so good to me - it feels so good when you do that."
"This?" he asks.
