I have often wondered what it would be like to come and visit you. I would love to see your town and more importantly, you. I think I would come in May or early June... I would maybe wear white slacks with a silky red or pink blouse, low healed shoes, my pearl studs and a very big smile. I could picture my flight and feel the excitement. Then the cab ride over to your house and the slow walk up to your house. I can even see you opening the door for me and taking my suitcase as you invite me in.
Of course I would be coming to visit you just as a friend so you would take my suitcase and show me to the guestroom. I bet it would be lovely. You would offer me a drink and I would slip off my shoes and we would sit outside sipping a beer and chatting in your garden. You would tell me how glad you were that I came and I would smile back and tell you how nice it was to be there.
We would put some steaks on the BBQ, toss a salad and throw some potatoes in the oven to bake. As you grilled we would sip another beer and chat some more. You would convince me that I must try the wine because it is really good. After dinner we would tidy up (since neither of us could stand to leave the mess) and go into the living room and relax with the rest of the wine.
We would cover all the things we had discussed before and we would keep telling each other how we couldn't believe this visit was really happening. I would pretend I did not see your eyes as they wandered over my body. We would, of course skirt many sexual topics - never really giving in - just teasing each other. I would feel so relaxed from the wine but tired from the trip and I would ask you if I could take a bath before heading to bed. 'Of course' you would say, 'go ahead.'
Generously pouring bubble bath into the tub, the water pressure would cause the bubbles to almost overflow. The soft pretty scent would slip under the door and I can almost hear you inhaling deeply trying to capture the fragrance on the other side of the door. Sinking deep into the warm water and soft bubbles, I would call out to you and of course you being the gentleman that you are would just yell through the door and not come in. But I would insist. You would open it and peek in to see only my brunette head above a huge mound of white bubbles and the fragrance would hit you between the eyes and make you harden right where you stood. I would smile and ask you to bring us some more wine and suggest that you come in and visit with me.
Finally I would convince you to join me. You would then lower the lid on the commode and sit sipping your own wine after you handed me my glass. I would be so tired and relaxed from the bath, wine and great company I would close my eyes while yours would strain to peek through the bubbles. We would talk about our plans and the things we could do while I was visiting. When you become silent I would open my eyes to see you kneeling next to the tub. Your hand would slide beneath the water to slide up the inside of my leg. I would smile and my eyes would encourage you to continue. Your hands would push away the bubbles so you could peek at my breasts for the very first time. Just the look from your eyes would harden my nipples. Your hand would slide up and down my legs, teasingly close to my centre but not touching me. I would even move a little to allow you access but you would avoid me, teasing me as we both know I would want you to touch me there.
I would have had enough of your teasing so I would try to tease you right back. I would put down my wineglass and stand up. Water would run down with clumps of bubbles getting caught on the hilly terrain of my body before loosening and falling with the water back into the tub. Smiling down at you still kneeling, I would lift one leg to step out of the tub knowing full well that you could see my shaven lips as I did so. I would reach for the fluffy towel but you would stand up and grab it from my hand to pat my skin dry yourself.
You would start at my neck and pat down my chest and tummy, turning me gently to dry my back, bum and legs. Then you would dry my feet and up the inside of my legs. I would open them slightly so you could pat the towel there, but you would only pat me once before you knelt down again to kiss me. I would feel the breath whoosh out of my lungs from the contact of your lips on my nether lips. Ironically, we have not even kissed each other on the mouth yet. I would feel the heat of your breath as your tongue flicked over my clit and then as it slid across my smooth shaven lips. I would lift my leg and place it on the wet tub ledge to open myself for you. I would close my eyes but I would feel your eyes on me; looking closely at that special part of me. Just you looking at me like that would cause the natural moisture of my body to flow. You would see it glisten on the thin lips and you would reach in to taste me. Your mouth no longer teasing but pushing in deep to taste me⦠really taste me.