When I picked up the phone, Kath was on the other end. "Mel, darling! I've just had your paintings back. I chose gilt frames and they look absolutely stunning."
I had delivered the three paintings to Kath as soon as Roger and I arrived back from France. She was absolutely thrilled with them and immediately phoned up about the framing while I was at her house. But now she was effervescent with delight.
"You'll never believe what a difference the frames make to the triptych Mel," she enthused. "When can you come over and see them?"
We had visitors coming for a meal that evening so I said, "I'm going to be busy this evening but I could come over for an hour or so this afternoon."
I could feel her frustration even over the phone. "Oooh Mel. An hour or so wasn't really what I had in mind. Can't you come over for longer? Pleeeeese!"
I then remembered that Roger had to go to London the following day to discuss the design of some point-of-sale literature with a publisher client. He'd certainly be away for one night, possibly two.
"Abby is coming around for coffee tomorrow morning," I said. "And I have my life class in the afternoon, but I could come over tomorrow evening."
"Great! Absolutely great" she yelled. Then, rather more hesitantly, "Will you be able to stay the night?"
"Yes, OK. Roger won't be home until the following day at the earliest."
"That'll be wonderful, darling. I can guarantee that a good time will be had by both of us."
As I put the phone down I rather fancied I knew exactly what Kath meant by that.
When I arrived the following evening, Kath greeted me in her usual enthusiastic way by throwing her arms around me and giving me a long kiss. This always got both of us off to a good start.
"Thank you for coming over, darling. It's so good to see you again. You look as marvellous as ever - good enough to eat - so prepare to be eaten."
Then she took my hand. "Come and see your paintings. I loved them when I first saw them, but now they've been framed they look terrific. I've had them hung on the wall just where we decided they'd look best."
We walked down the hallway accompanied by Kath's two gorgeous Persian cats which she'd aptly named Clit and Pussy. We chatted as she led me in the direction of her huge, marble-lined bathroom. The large bath was set on top of three marble steps and, as we entered, I could see the triptych hanging on the wall opposite.
I must admit that the gilt frames really did enhance my paintings and made them look rather special. "Oh, Kath! They do look good hanging there together don't they.?"
"Absolutely!" she enthused. "And you remember why I wanted them just there."
I gave a little laugh. "Yes. You said you'd be able to lie in your bath and gaze at my naked figure when I wasn't here."
She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled warmly. "Mmmm That's right. But you're here now, so I have the best of both worlds."
I walked slowly across the line of life-sized paintings, looking up at them as Kath followed me. When I reached the last one she came right up behind me, put her arms around me and whispered in my ear: "Would you like to view the paintings from the bath, darling?"
I ran my hands lightly along her loving arms, then turned around to face her. Kath's penetrating look told me she wanted me. I took her face in both my hands and kissed her. Then, deliberately summoning up my sexiest voice, I said, "There's nothing I'd like better, my love."
Hand in hand we mounted the three steps to the bath and I noticed it was half full of water with a layer of bubbles on top. She'd evidently planned ahead. Along each side of the bath was a small marble cupboard and a matching shelf. I kicked off my high heels, took off my dress and placed them on the shelf. Kath watched me smiling.
"No undies I see," she said with some delight. "It always seems a great pity to me that, with a figure like yours, you have to wear clothes. Mmmmm... and shaved too!"
"Flatterer!" I said, quickly looking down at the marble floor.
She lifted my chin and looked me lovingly in the eyes. "Oh, it's not flattery Mel. I think your figure is stunning."
"I'll be honest," I replied. "I know you prefer me shaved. And, after all, if you are expecting a picnic it's a good idea to mow the lawn."
She bent up with laughter, and when she'd recovered she took my hand and led me towards the bath. "Let me help you in."
As I turned to face the bath she put her hands on my hips, then, slowly she slid one hand up to cup my breast and the other down between my legs to fondle my bare pussy. She kissed the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, "Mmmmm... I can feel your body starting to sing."
I stepped into the bath, sat down, and rested my head against a hanging padded cushion as the warm water enveloped my naked body.
Moments later, Kath was undressed and sat by my side. "You see what a lovely vantage point this is when we look at your paintings? For some moments we both stared at them. She broke the silence with her comments.
"I love the way you arranged the two end figures to look inward and slightly down towards the reclining figure in the centre. And I'm so glad I chose those three poses. They show you in three different moods. The standing one on the left makes you look slightly shy as though you were caught naked and unaware. The standing figure on the right is so different; self assured, hand behind your head and your gorgeous breasts thrust out. Let me sit behind you so we both get the same view."
Kath sat close behind me so that I was between her outstretched legs and leaning against her. "I think it's great the way you've painted your nipples erect." As she said this, Kath ran her wet hands over my breasts and moulded my nipples with her fingers. As they became larger, I could feel her nipples hard against my back.
"Do you like the very dark backgrounds?' I asked as I ran my hands along her legs.
"Yes, quite definitely. The dark backgrounds throw the figures forward. "I particularly like the way it contrasts with the pink drape in the centre reclining pose. You look as though you might be about to roll over onto your back and open your legs." As she said this she ran her hand down over my tummy and between my legs where she stroked my opening vagina lips and gave my hard clitloris some further stimulation.
Now it might sound crazy to say that, while I was sitting in the bath I was getting wet, but I was getting wetter by the minute. I'm sure you know what I mean. As I let my head fall back on Kath's shoulder I gave quiet groans of pleasure as warm sensations started to move down my legs.
"Mmmmm I love getting you sexually aroused," she whispered in my ear.