"Catch you later!" she called out to the rest of the office staff, as she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out to the truck to go home for the night. Ailiana knew that that would be her last human interaction until the next day.
Settling into the drive home, her painted on smile slowly faded away, into a frown. Her husband was working overnight, yet again, and that left her alone all night. He worked more nights that she thought he ever would, and that played a big role in her unhappiness as a wife. She was a young wife, 25, and had been unhappy for a few years now. Ailiana felt trapped though; the mortgage, dogs, marriage. It all played a big role. She loved her husband, that was a fact, but lets just say that the sex life left much to be desired.
Honestly, unless she pleasured herself on the nights he was working, she would never get off to orgasm. She learned to just let him fuck her when he got home, and then go finish herself off in the bathroom after he fell asleep. It became routine, and not one she looked very fondly of. Yet, for the most part her life was ordinary.
Ailiana lived in a gorgeous house. Double story cape, huge wrap around porch. To some, she was considered spoiled. If anyone ever knew what she had to deal with in order to have these luxuries, then they may reconsider the comments.
Pulling into the driveway, she got into the house, and checked her voicemail. No one.
Tossing her handbag aside on the kitchen island, she glanced at her watch, 6:30pm.
It wasn't too late, but being mid-March, the sun had already set, and the moons glow was filling the darkened house with silver beams.
Ailiana let her hair down, out of the bun it was in all day for work. Her hair has grown much longer lately, and her golden brown loose curls fell down her back. Ailiana was dressed in a sheer white camisole, covered by a soft tweed overcoat. Her plump breasts accentuated the shirt which she removed, and placed in the washroom. At the same time, she started to remove her pants. All she had underneath, was a tiny black thong. It fit her very nicely, and just left the perfect amount of her ass showing. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the 5'6'' girl admired her scantily clad body. She felt a quiver in her lower region.
It was almost as if her body knew the assault she was going to do to it in just a short bit. What her body didn't know, was that someone would be joining her in the fun.
Ailiana grabbed the half open bottle of wine, a glass, and headed into the bathroom. She closed the door, dimmed the lights, and began to fill the tub with warm soothing water.
You see, the house had a full wrap around porch, and the tub was right next to the window by the front door. Sheer curtains covered the two large windows. Steam began filling the room, with the candles burning softly off to the side. She added a touch of scented oil to the tub.
Slipping her thong off her body, and unclasping her bra, she let her normal sized tits fall out. She wasn't real big, 34B, but still they were perky and soft. For her size body frame, they complimented her. Her nipples were tingling gently, her thoughts had started sliding into the dark side.
Getting into the tub, she felt the warm water embrace her body. Starting with her feet, to her long legs, then settle right around her shaved pink folds. The water continued its cling and embraced finally around her tight little belly. Her breasts just settled on top of the bubbles, and her nipples stood at hard attention.
Ailiana let out a little moan, as she felt the warmth the tub was offering.
As she lay in the tub, her thoughts raced about the day earlier, and how her and her boss, George made love on her desk. She felt her pussy get moist, and not from the tubs water!
Closing her eyes, she let her hands start exploring her body. They traced down her neck, which was covered in steam droplets. They traveled further and started massaging her round globes, taking caution not to tease the nipples too bad.
She was abruptly startled when she heard a sound, a creak if you will, from the other room. She sat upright, and listened. A minute or two passed, and nothing reoccurred.
"Silly girl, stop being so self conscious!" she thought to herself.
Lowering herself back into the tub, she let her hands resume position again, and she went right back to her round breasts. Moaning out loud from her own touch, she let her fingers finally start touching the nipples. Grabbing and pinching them firmly, she wiggled in the tub. The pleasure was building to great things to come. No pun intended!
Ailiana rubbed her nipples in circles, while her other hand slid further down her belly.
