It had been one of those days where you just felt you never should have gotten out of bed because nothing had gone right. I stopped on the way home, debated over two different bottles of wine and wound up getting them both. I decided dinner was highly over rated and drove home, listening to music, the sunroof and windows open. As I walked in the door, I kicked off my heels and headed to the kitchen, putting the wine in the fridge after pouring a generous glass, switched the stereo and smiled at the sound of Marvin Gaye singing "Let's Get It On". I headed to the bedroom, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor at my ankles and then reached up and pulled off the silk shirt over my head, letting it join the skirt. Clad only in a black bra and black lacy bikini panties, I picked up my glass of wine, and headed to the bathroom. Candles were already scattered across the room and I lit them, humming along with the music, then turned on the water to the jacuzzi tub. It had been an extravagant addition but days like this, it seemed worth its weight in gold.
My glass of wine was half gone and I thought I would fill it before I got in the tub to soak. I paused to pile my hair up on top of my head, grabbed the glass and headed back to the kitchen. After filling my glass and heading back into the bathroom, I placed my wine on the edge of the tub, reached up, unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor and enjoying the unrestrained feeling of my breasts being free and feeling my nipples instantly harden and tighten. I slipped my panties off, switched off the overhead light and climbed in the tub, sinking down and moaning at the delicious feeling of the hot water, feeling the tension just draining away. I added a very tiny bit of bubble bath and switched the jets on, my head falling back and just enjoying total relaxation for the first time during the day. I lay there, my mind just floating, the candles fragrant and their light dancing across the walls and ceiling, the music playing, the water lulling me into a very lazy, relaxed place.
I must have dozed off for a few minutes when I heard the front door open and close. I felt my heart stop for a moment, and then heard the sound of my best friend calling, "where the hell are you and why aren't you answering your phone?" Before I could answer, she came to the bathroom door and said "well there you are! wine? great...kitchen?" and she walked out. I was mortified to be caught nude in the tub, although she had seemed totally unfazed. As I was debating as to whether to stay put or quickly get out and try to grab a towel, she walked back in with her glass of wine. She lowered the lid of the toilet, sat down and started chatting. I was so grateful for the bubbles that were covering everything except the very tops of my breasts, and my right knee was bent and was also exposed.