You arrive home as I'm soaking in the bath ahead of our night out. Tired from a busy day, relaxing in the hot water and bubbles. I call out to you. You come in and greet me with a smile and a kiss, before sitting next to the tub to chat.
"Baby, can you rub my feet for me please?" I ask coyly. My tattooed toes peeping out of the water. You smile bashfully and move towards the bottom of the tub, rolling up your sleeves as you go. I slip my feet further out to allow you to access them. Your skilled hands quickly get to work.
You run your hands over my slippery wet feet, gently caressing their aching arches. Bliss. A small moan escapes my lips. You chuckle, and as I look at you I can see that your cock is beginning to stiffen against your trousers. Tonight is going to be fun.
"Do we have to go?" you pout as you continue your gentle touch, your fingers lacing through my toes as you plead. "Let's stay in and play." Now it's my turn to laugh "We have to go and that's final. Maybe if you are a very good boy we can play later." And with that I wriggle my feet out of your grasp back into the hot water. Playfully splashing you in the process. "Now hand me a towel."
Dutifully you obey and I step out of the water and into the towel you are holding outstretched for me. I burrow into you, the towel soft and fluffy on my bare skin, inhaling deeply to breathe in your scent. "Let's go get ready," I murmur as you kiss my damp forehead.
In the bedroom I drop the towel and begin dressing. I can feel you watching me. taking everything in. Intimately devouring every inch of my body with your eyes. I choose some lacy black lingerie, the sort you like, and begin to put on a show. I slowly pull the knickers over my legs, inching over my thighs, eventually covering my neatly trimmed pussy. I contemplate the bra, but decide against it. I rarely wear one these days. Instead I pull my dress over my head, my rock hard nipples straining at the fabric, begging for attention.