It's been a late night at the office, and I'm thankful to finally be home to relax. Closing the door behind me, I shrug out of my jacket as I notice the absolute silence and darkness of the house. Must not be home yet, I think with some disappointment to find you nowhere around. Sighing heavily, I make my way to the bedroom to get out of my clothes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I massage my upper thighs, thankful to be out of those beastly thigh high stockings. Wiggling my toes, I groan at the discomfort they had suffered all day.
I reach around and unclasp my bra, a breath of gratitude escaping once I was free of that constraining device. The people who make those must have been students in the art of torture, I mused to myself. One last piece of clothing to remove, I think, as I smooth my hand down my belly to the waistband of my black lace panties. They are the only thing comfortable I had worn all day. Around noon, they stopped being so comfortable when my lunchtime thoughts turned to you, and all the wonderfully naughty things I wanted to do. For the remainder of the day, they teased and tormented me relentlessly with their dampened softness.
Carefully stepping out of my panties, I drop them into the hamper with all the others on my way to the bathroom. I step over to the tub to draw a hot bath, making sure the temperature was just right. While waiting for the tub to fill, I slowly stretch my sorely abused muscles. Sitting at a desk all day does nasty things to a tired body, and every inch of me was aching. I smooth my hands down my body as you had done so many times before, trying to massage away the tension. This worked for only a few seconds.
Turning the water off, I slip into the tub, sinking neck deep into the warmth. Slowly, I wash my hair, massaging my scalp to try to ease the dull headache that persistently throbs in my left temple. After rinsing my hair out, I reach for my loofah and soap. Lathering up the loofah, I start to scrub, thinking to myself that bath time isn't much fun without you to wash my back. But I somehow manage to scrub every inch clean. A thought occurs to me that maybe you are home and that you may be watching me. I smile at this, but then dismiss it. Afterall, I haven't heard one single noise the whole time I've been home. Surely, you would have at least heard me and would have come out to kiss me hello if you were working from home.
These thoughts don't diminish my rising excitement. In fact, the mere thought of you catching me touching myself, getting myself off, makes me even hotter. Standing up, I scrub down my lower body, gasping when my fingers come in contact with my sensitive clit. Sitting back down, I rinse off the soap, making sure everything is clean as a whistle. My thumbs brush against my hardened nipples, a moan escaping my lips. The thumb and forefinger of my left hand pinch and roll my nipples as my right hand slowly moves lower. My fingers slide between my legs to tease the tender folds of my pussy, slowly moving back up to tease my clit.
Moving my hand lower, I insert first one, then two fingers inside my pussy, instantly finding my g-spot. In my mind's eye, I can see you hovering over me, your hand buried between my legs as my fingers are firmly wrapped around your cock. You have no idea how bad I wish you were here right now. My own hand will have to do for the moment. I use the two fingers to massage the inner walls of my pussy, my thumb gently rubbing my clit. Slowly the pressure builds in my lower stomach, but I stop, instantly frozen in the tub.
