Driving home, Grant knew Pamela had a surprise waiting for him but had no idea what was in store. His thoughts roamed into memories. Would it be some sexy lingerie like last time? He remembered how sexy Pamela had looked in her last 'surprise', a sheer black teddy with suspenders and stockings. She had been breathtaking, her long hair flowing, her eyes twinkling playfully.
He adjusted his pants as he drove, feeling his cock growing. Pam had always been able to excite him. She was a sexy lady but in some subtle way he couldn't pin down. She was flirtatious, but not an exhibitionist, a nice balance that attracted people to her.
Parking in their garage, Grant strode into the house to find Pam in the kitchen. Greeting her with a kiss, he accepted the cold beer she passed him and the invitation to sit down and relax for a while. Still dressed in her suit from work, she whispered she was going to draw the bath for them both. Before leaving the kitchen, she bent over his shoulder to whisper in his ear that while it was running, she was going to turning on the answering machine, locking all the doors and drawing the curtains.
Returning to find him still smiling in the kitchen, Pamela took Grant by the hand, leading him into the bathroom. The soft candlelight danced off the walls, she began to slowly undress him. Brushing her fingers over his body, she removed everything, causing Grant to tremble with anticipation. Kneeling before him, Pam looked longingly up at Grant. Placing random kisses as she moved up his legs, stopping as she reached his thick erection.
Slowly drawing it into her mouth, Grant watched as his cock disappeared between her lips. He gasped as Pam started to work her tongue over it, pressing it toward the roof of her mouth. Grant began to get lost in these feelings of growing lust as Pam continued moving up his body. Standing before him now, their lips met. The kiss deepened with passion as their tongues playful entwined.
Breaking the kiss, Pam began to undress, removing her clothes in a slow strip tease. Loosening her hair, dark curls curtained down over her shoulders. Turning away, she stepped in to the bath easing down into the warm vanilla scented water. Grant followed, the water surrounding them as they sat opposite each other. Both sat still for a few moments, the vanilla intoxicating their scenes removing the last of the stresses from the working week.
Taking a sponge and applying a liberal amount of soap, Pam started washing, covering herself in suds. Finishing the upper half of her body, Pam lifted her legs out of the water, first one then the other, slowly and rhythmically using the sponge. For Grant, it was an almost hypnotic picture watching her caressing her own body with the soapsuds. Kneeling in the water, Pam took a jug of warm water from the side of the bath, pouring the water down over her body. Soap and water cascading, the curves of her body the source of natural waterfalls, until a few drips were all that remained. Moist curls surrounding her face, she put the jug aside, then crawled to Grant, pressing her lips lightly to his.
" Your turn now." Pam said with a cheeky smile, coaxing Grant into a kneeling position. She started running the sponge over his shoulders and down his chest, lightly massaging with her fingertips. Down over Grant's stomach until the sponge plunged into the soapy water, making him sigh as she lightly dragged it through his pubic hair and over his balls. Ignoring as best as she could, Pam moved past his erection as it bobbed enticingly in the water, and continuing to wash down to his knees. Travelling back along the inner thighs, she returned to the junction of his legs. Soaping up her hands, Pamela took his pulsing erection and began stroking him, but she didn't want to spend too much time teasing him, as she had other things planned.
" Turn around babe so I can wash your back," she murmured. Keeping one hand on his cock stroking lazily, her breasts pressed into his arm, Pam finished washing his back, stopping only when she reached his ass.
"Grant, get on your hands and knees for me so I can finish this properly," she coaxed.
As the sponge circled over his ass, Grant felt incredible aroused and was enjoying all this attention from Pam. He tried to guess exactly what she had in mind for him; the e-mail sent to his work had simply stated "Let's fulfil a fantasy."
Lather was now covering Grant's entire ass. Dropping the sponge, Pam allowed her fingers to explore. Tracing along the crack, her fingers tickled over his puckered bud causing him to jerk involuntary.
Pam teasingly asked " Did you like that babe?" knowing full well he had. Grant chuckled in reply.
Continuing along until reaching Grant's balls, Pam gently cradled them in her hand then traced her fingers back up to his asshole. Tentatively she placed a finger against the bud, feeling resistance. Tracing her finger around it, pressing her finger into the opening, Grant slowly relaxed.
The soap covered finger pressed deeper. Pam watched the bud contracting around her finger as it plunged deeper inside. Tenderly she started moving her finger back and forth, watching it disappear inside, feeling the tight hole open around her then clinging tightly as she withdrew.
