You come home after a long hard day, exhausted, feeling every muscle ache from the strain of your day. You are so spent that you are unsure whether you have enough in you to even get something to eat before you crash on the bed. You arrive at the front door of the house with the porch light on and what appears to be something flickering inside the house. As it's not your birthday you turn to leave, worried about what is inside, when you see an envelope taped to the front door. You know you should get help, but curiosity gets the better of you as you reach and grab for the envelope.
"Pleasure awaits," you read out loud, forgetting that someone maybe inside the door waiting for you. The rest of the envelope is fairly plain, with a heady aroma coming from it. It is an odd mix of sweet and savory that begins to make you a little weak at the knees. As you open up the envelope, a piece of chocolate falls into your hands. It is oddly wrapped with a wrapper that says "eat me," on it. Now you know you should never take the chocolate, but some part of you cannot resist as the piece begins to melt on the tip of your tongue.
You come to the realization that you are far past the point of no return when the chocolate run candy is fully enveloped in your mouth. The taste explosion causes your body to begin to hum. Warmth also rushes over you as you proceed to take the paper out of the envelope. "Come inside. You know you want to," are the first words written on the paper. These words should make you head for the hills, but you are way past that now. Because deep down, you know you really want to see what comes next. You take the key and open the door to your house, slowly pushing it across the threshold to find a dimly lit entry hall. There are candles lit to your left all in a row, hinting to you that you should follow them.
As you approach the candles, another smell permeates your being. It is very similar to the smell on the envelope. "It's definitely a vanilla scented candle," you think to yourself as you get weak in the knees again. The smell of the vanilla mixed with the chocolate rum candy that went down your mouth, and all of a sudden you have a tingly sensation that is overwhelming as you begin to become excited and begin to wonder just who this person is.
As you enter the kitchen, you think to yourself, "From the improbable to the impossible." Before you on the table are a cream cheese blintz with raspberry sauce, and next to it is a bowl of chocolate ice cream. The smell is heavenly as you immediately look down again at the forgotten message that is in the envelope. The assault on your senses, up to this point, had overwhelmed everything else. And while you may have felt a little weak in the knees, the pain and hurt of the day had completely vanished.
"Forbid yourself no pleasure," the note began, "I want you tot taste, see, touch, feel and hear, and I want all of the senses to scream out in ecstasy." The warmth that you felt before seemed to explode inside you when you read that word . . . ecstasy. Only this time, the warmth seemed to be emanating from the general vicinity of your center. "Enjoy your creamy blintz, and remember the three B's." You wondered at what those B's could mean as you lifted up your fork to take your first bite of blintz. Impossibly warm and incredibly creamy were the first two things that came to mind as the taste exploded in your mouth. The raspberry sauce was a perfect accent to the light blintz dough. And the resistance that the chocolate ice cream gave made you realize how recently it had been taken from the freezer. The combinations of the three tastes were overwhelming until a light flickered in your brain that someone must be nearby.
You attempted to eat and savor every bite of blintz and ice cream, but it seemed to finish way too quickly given the incredible taste of it all. You finished the food and found yourself getting up from the table, eager to experience the next thing on the menu. An excitement overtook you, not sure whether the thought of the next pleasure of the thought of meeting the creator of these events turned you on more. You followed the other set of flickering candle lights out of the kitchen and down another hallway towards one of the entrances to the master bathroom. The door has a sign that says to take off your shoes, and you do, leaving them right next to the bathroom door. Lit vanilla scented candles fill the room as you enter, and rose petals are strewn across the floor. There is a wicker basket on the floor with a sign on it that says, "For your clothes," and a boom box with a CD player saying," play me when you enter the tub," at the base of your sunk-in tub with jets.
You walk over to the tub, and place your wrist in the water. The temperature is perfect, warm and inviting. Bubbles cover the top of the water. A big smile flashes across your face as you begin to undress. First your blouse, and then your skirt. You slowly slide your nylons off of each leg, letting them fall to the floor. You unhook your bra strap up front, pulling the shoulder straps off and let it fall to the floor. To your surprise, all the sensual nature of the past half hour has raised your body to such a state of arousal that your nipples are sticking straight up in the air. Your tongue flashed across your lips as you finally slide out of your panties. They slowly drop from around your curves and on to the floor.
As you first slide one foot in, and then the other to the hot bath, you are grateful for the water surrounding your body as you know that your juices would be running down your legs at this very moment if you were still out of the bath. You are luxuriating in the water, feeling up your breasts and pinching at your nipples, a hand slides down to your warm wet pussy as you touch yourself imagining who this stranger is. All this revelry almost made you forget about the CD player, but you remember and press the play button.
The first thing you hear from the machine is my voice. It is warm, deep and inviting. "I want you to close your eyes and just let your other senses run away with you. And promise me that you will not open your eyes until you are told. No matter what happens, do not open your eyes. You nod to yourself silently and then begin to hear beach sounds, with the sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore. You relax some more, closing your eyes and touching yourself. The feeling is wonderful when all of a sudden you feel your foot rising into the air out of the tub. The hands are strong and soft all at the same time. My hands are rubbing up and down the length of your foot, before putting pressure on it, massaging it in my hands. The feeling is heavenly, as a moan escapes your lips. My hands rub from your heel to your toes and back again, and the other hand is massaging your ankle and on up your calf. The feeling is wonderful. . I go on at one foot and then the other for twenty minutes, but it feels like forever. The sensations are so wonderful that you don't even think about the fact that you are touching your pussy and massaging your nipples the whole time I am watching. Your moans get a little louder with every passing minute.
I slowly lower both of your feet back into the water. And you moan a little at the loss of pleasure until you feel the warmth of my breath near your ears. "Get out of the water in two minutes and dry off. You are needed in the bedroom." The words excite you so much you feel like you are going to explode inside from the warmth inside you. You hear the door to the restroom close. All of a sudden the three B's come to mind, blintz, bathroom, and bedroom. A smile comes to your lips again.
A couple minutes pass by, which seems like an eternity. But you open your eyes and get yourself out of the tub. You see a big towel there waiting for you, fluffy and warm. You wrap yourself in the towel, luxuriating in its warmth but not staying long because you know that bigger pleasures wait.
You slowly open up the bedroom door, naked and open for whatever is going to happen. The room is fairly dark and you walk to where you know your bed should be, somewhere near the center of the room. There appears to be nothing there as you get there. The lights to the room come on, but they o not light the room as intended. Instead, all the lights in the room have been turned to fixate on one point and they all are shining on your body. And while this may have been a bit alarming, it made your spine tingle.
You hear footsteps in the darkness echoing off the walls. The steps would get closer and father away, closer, and farther away. Not a sound in the room could be heard but my steps and your slow breathing. You can sense a disembodied hand behind you enter the light circle surrounding you. You quickly turn around to look at it, but the hand vanishes into the shadows.
