To the gentle tapping at my apartment door, I called, "Come in,"
After the door had opened and shut again,
I asked, "Who is it?"
"It's just me, John," an attractive voice called. "You know me, Stephie. I met you at a party last week."
"So, how did you find me? Come in and sit next to me here on the couch. Tell me what I can do for you.
"My God, you're all wet. Take your coat and shoes off. I'll get you some slippers." After I got her coat and shoes off, she sat right next to me, shivering. I put my arms around her and held her tight. "I took a bus here and had to walk the rest of the way in the snow. I need help. Can you help me, John? I don't know where to turn. And I'm so cold."
"Well," I said, "first thing is to get you warm. Sit here and I'll fix a cup of tea for you. I'm also going to run a hot bath for you."
After she had her tea, I had a tub full of hot water ready. I half carried her into the bathroom and said, "Are you OK to get undressed yourself and get in the tub?"
"I feel so weak, I'm sure I can't do it. I'm still so cold, my fingers are so cold and stiff. I can't undo anything."
"I'll help you then, if you don't mind?"
"Yes please, John, your hands are so nice and warm. I'd like you to take my clothes off so I can get in that lovely hot water."
I had to support her with one arm as I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Then I undid the button and zipper on her skirt and helped her step out of it. I had to take her in my arms to hold her up as I reached around and unsnapped her bra and took it off. Next I slipped her panties down and off. I picked her up and put her down into the tub full of hot water.
"Not too hot is it?" I got a sponge and ran hot water over her back and chest. "You have a very attractive body, Stephie," as I ran the sponge deliberately over her nipples. I'll run some more hot water in. Turn it off before the water gets too hot.
"Oh, that feels so good, Johnnie." she murmured. So I went back to her nipples again.
Then I went back into the living room to my picture magazine.
Soon I heard the water running out of the tub. I called, "Are you OK, Stephie?"
"Yes, I'm much better now, Johnnie. What a nice silk nightie. Is it for me to wear?"
"Yes, it's about all I have for you. The rest of your things got wet. I hung them up for you."
Soon she came out of the bedroom and sat beside me on the couch, looking very attractive in that silk nightie. "Oh, thank you, Johnnie, that bath was wonderful. I feel almost human again. Mind if I sit close to you. I still shiver thinking about how cold I was. Put your arms around me, please."
"Is that any better?" I asked as I put one arm around her so I could rub the back of her neck, the other I rested on the nightie over her tummy, rubbing back and forth and up and down. Up to each breast in turn and down to her little honey pot.
"My trouble is Bob, my husband," she said, starting to cry. "I'm so frustrated. When we get in bed at night, I get a little horny, so I try massaging him a bit, hoping to arouse him a little. But he grunts and rolls over on his side away from me. Soon he's snoring. What shall I do?"