There was a time when I could walk around my home with little more on than a robe kept handy in case someone came for a visit. As one matures and life changes, so does everyday routines. After years of being a mom and housewife even my occasional recreational masturbation has become non-existent. People often forget just how much one looses when home and family take over as priorities. Not that I regret any of my choices but there are days when I wish I could return to the carefree times of literally enjoying my private space and time. I love the garden tub I have in my home but unfortunately don't often get to lounge in it as much as I like. I always have someone banging on my door or trying to come in.
After a hard day of washing dishes, laundry, tending to children, and pets; I decided to take a long hot bath in my wonderful garden tub with strict instructions to everyone in my home that there was to be no interruptions. I even bribed my children to go shopping in order to guarantee my tranquil escape. My husband Robert had called to tell me he had to work later than expected. So the timing seemed right for a quite evening alone. Maybe I could even squeeze in a little tension breaker. Not that my husband had neglected his duties or was inadequate by any means. Just that sometimes a girl has to take things into her own hands.
I drew my water as hot as I could stand, adding to it some fragrant sea salt crystals which colored the water a light blue. Steam rose from the tub, and fogged up the mirrors around the edge of the basin. I turned on the radio to my favorite station that played music to increase my nostalgic mood. I then lit candles and lowered the lights. Everything seemed perfect. Oh wait, one more thing was missing. A nice glass of white wine would do nicely. Placing the wine glass gently on the edge of the tub, I slowly undress watching my clouded reflection in the mirrors; enjoying the solitude and pleasure at seeing my body once again.
My physical appearance has changed after years of child rearing and a compulsion to good food but regardless the idea of being naked and having the time to appreciate that fact intrigued me more than I had imagined. My breast remained dark and well tanned but had increased in size since my school days. My nipples were more pronounced and stood erect naturally without any form of stimulus. Most men commented that despite wearing a padded bra they could see my nipples protruding out a ½ inch. I teasingly pinched my right nipple that hung slightly. OK, so my breast weren't as perky but hell I am 41 years old. The touch sent an electrical charge through my breast and wormed its way throughout my body. Once more the idea that I was able to even attempt such an action fed my passion. I continued to inspect my body. A few extra pounds padded my mid-drift, thighs, and ass. My clean shaven pubic area somewhat hidden from view by my stomach did not discourage me. After careful consideration I theorized that I would be someone I would be attracted to and definitely fuck. We all know men will fuck anything on two legs and a pulse.
I slip into the hot water slowly, acclimating my body to the temperature and letting the heat seep deep into my bones. Eventually, I am immersed totally in my aquatic sanctuary. Enveloped by the room's atmosphere I begin to let go of all the tensions of life.
My hands gently caress my body, massaging the muscles, easing the stress from within. My eyes close as the cares slip away and I embrace the pleasurable sensations. My fingers continue to work in unison, manipulating the nerves in my body. I begin to realize my fingers are pinching my nipples arousing a rippling affect all over. The hot water increases the sensation, intensifying the pleasure. I flush but unsure if it is due to the water's temperature or the temperature that is rising in me on a different level.
Shamelessly, I explore the gift of solitude by continuing a lone adventure into bliss. My nimble fingers twiddle along my husky inner thighs. Darkly tanned from too much time in the garden wearing shorts but well toned, the flesh tightens. Languidly, my fingers trace deeper into the folds of my nether region. The flat of my hand rubbed the bare flesh of my cunt. My hips grind into the motion pushed up by the water's buoyancy. I smile at the thought that I have time to continue and truly enjoy myself.
I allowed my fingers to gently part the contours of my labia with my forefinger and ring finger. With the middle finger, I brushed the clit with the fingertip. Immediately, it sent a shock wave through my spine. Convulsing my body into the air, above the water my thighs clenched the pulsing feelings. Craving more, my finger abrasively flicked harder against the hardening clitoris nub. Increasing speed, I quiver as my body responds to the ecstasy. I begin to reach the edge of my climax, closer and closer, harder and harder my fingers stroke. My breathing quickens and my clit throbs.
Suddenly, I hear a noise. I am so frustrated by the disturbance. I wait to see the source of my annoyance. Flushed with both desire and anger I strain my ears to recognize who has entered my domain. Easing the door to the bathroom open, as if already aware of my agitation, my dear, beloved, husband enters the room.
"Oh sorry honey, I didn't realize you were trying to relax. Did I interrupt," Robert asks?
