As I head for the bathroom, ready for a hot, relaxing bath, I can't help thinking of what we did recently. As I run the bath and take off my clothes, I get this hot, erotic feeling as my memory goes back. My body starts to tingle; I remove my bra and find my nipples hard and sensitive to my fingers as I touch them. I roll them between my fingers for a time, and then move my hands down to remove my thong. As I do, my fingers stroke my hips and, after I step out of them, my hand cups my smooth mound. My finger slides down between my lips and I feel the wetness, the warmth, as it slides so easily inside me. I stop for the short time it takes me to get into the hot water. I lie back and my hand goes back between my legs, stroking, probing; I close my eyes and remember:-
It happened when I came home from work one day, feeling tired, hot and bothered, to find some of my clothes laid out on the bed and my boyfriend standing there with a naughty look on his face. I look back at him as if to say, "What are you up to?" He doesn't reply with words, but takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. He starts to slowly undress me, taking each item off in his favoured order, leaving me standing in just my underwear. He reaches over and holds a glass to my lips, I part them and he slowly pours some gin into my mouth letting some spill down my chin onto my breasts. The ice cold liquid immediately makes me shiver and he notices my nipples go hard through my bra. I can tell he can't resist them as he unhooks it and throws it to the floor. He takes my hard, wet nipples between his fingers and plays with them, rolling and flicking them, making me shudder in anticipation.
His hands move down my body until he finds my thong. The anticipation and the feel of his hot breath on the back of my neck make my skin tingle. He expertly pulls my panties down and I lift each foot in turn at his command. He stands up and walks around me, looking me up and down. He notices every part of my body, and for the first time since I got home he speaks. "Some changes need to be made." With that, he lifts me into the hot bath. He has soaps, shampoo and strangely, his shaving things, already laid out.
He begins by washing my hair and then soaping my body. His strong hands massaging me with the soap are driving me wild. I'm desperate for him to reach into the water and rub me the same way between my legs but he doesn't. Instead, he tells me to stand up and he reaches for his razor and shaving oil. I realize what he meant by "making changes" when he doesn't stop at my thigh as he rubs the oil onto my skin. His first touch of my pussy makes me groan, it feels like he's been toying with me for hours when really it's only been minutes. The coolness from the oil's menthol feels strange, he starts to shave my legs and I start to tremble the higher he goes with the razor.
Finally he makes me sit on the edge of the bath and he parts my legs. I can feel myself shaking as I realize he is definitely going to shave all of me. He whispers to me to trust him. I can't believe I'm letting him do this as I feel the razor on my mound. I watch him as he concentrates on the job in hand and see for the first time that he has a massive hard-on contained in his jeans. We both look at his work and I'm shocked to see I'm totally smooth. The look on my face excites him, I can tell. He knows he's being bad and he doesn't care. He lifts me off the bath and wraps me in a towel, drying me slowly then smoothes my skin with baby oil.
I'm led back to the bedroom and I think finally he's going to play with me; he doesn't. He sits me down in front of the mirror and he dries my hair. His silence and abstinence is frustrating me to breaking point. I open my mouth to ask what the hell is going on but he pulls my head back by my hair and puts his fingers to my lips to stop me. My make-up is in front of me and he tells me to start putting it on. When I finish, he says I'm not wearing enough. He wants me to look really slutty. I think two can play at that game, so I double my eyeliner and put on the reddest lipstick I own. Finally he approves of what I look like and he picks up the clothes from the bed.
I stand up and he holds up a sheer black bodice that I've not seen before, as I look at him he's got a determined look on his face and I know I have no choice but to let him put it on me. He attaches a pair of stockings to the bodice before helping me into my short, black, silk, low cut dress. I look at the diminished clothes pile and I notice there is only my long black boots left and ask him where my thong is. "You won't need one." He replies.
He unzips my boots and I step into them. Standing up, he looks me over again, "God you look horny" he says and I check myself out. My dress just about covers my tits and stockings. I tell him I'll have to be careful the way I bend or else everyone will see what I'm wearing. "I want people to see you, I want to show everyone what a naughty girlfriend I have." With this reply he strokes my mound through my dress, the silk feels really good on my newly shaved pussy and I feel myself open a little.
He takes me to a jazz club where we sit in a dimly lit booth drinking champagne. The excitement of him getting me ready makes the champagne affect me sooner than usual. I'm too drunk, frustrated and turned on to eat, so we just listen to the music. Eventually I move round the seat, allowing my dress to ride up a bit higher and I sit on one foot. I know I'm exposed and he can see my pussy. I can feel that I'm wet so I lean back a little to give him a better view. He asks me what I want and I beg him to touch me. He asks "where?"
I look into his eyes and tell him to feel how smooth and wet I am. He smiles, puts down his drink and strokes the inside of my leg. He feels the cool leather boot, silk stocking, warm thigh and finally my hot wet pussy. I notice his cock twitch as he does. I stifle a cry of excitement as he traces my outer lips with his thumb, he avoids touching my clit, I can feel it throbbing and I grab his thumb and push him onto it. This time I can't stop myself moaning out loud, a waiter walks passed and I'm sure he hears me. My boyfriend carries on, gently rubbing my clit and we both know I'm going to cum quickly, "your not allowed to cum yet" he says and he takes his hand away, reaches into the ice bucket takes out a cube and places it between my legs. "That should stop you cumming" he says
We start to kiss and he starts playing with me again, but this time pushing his fingers inside me. He tells me to look away and watch the band, but I'm afraid if I turn away he'll stop, so I move myself to turn and face away from him. As I sit down, he pushes his thumb inside me and I sit on his fingers which he uses to tap and rub my clit. I can't believe we're doing this, I've always wanted to be naughty whilst out but I've never dared before. I feel so turned on I can't stop now. I start to grind my clit against his fingers and he starts to whisper in my ear how dirty and slutty I am. Before I know it I start cumming, my whole body gets hot, I feel myself clench onto his thumb and I explode. I try to mask my orgasm but my boyfriend tells me someone is watching. A man sitting at a small table opposite smiles and raises his glass to me. Really embarrassed, I get up to go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and I can see my face is flushed and my eyes glazed from the champagne and the intensity of my orgasm.
