I believe I left you as I was slipping into a hot bath, all bubbly. There were some surprises that I couldn't have seen coming this Christmas. To say that I was about to be taught a few lessons in the art of lovemaking and the power of a man, well, read on.
The bath was perfect, it felt so soothing. I opened my eyes and saw the vapor floating up from the tub into the cooler aire. The water had an orange, spicy scent to it and it was soft against my skin. This tub was quite large and oval in shape. It was very easy for me to lay down into the water and submerge my body under it.
Ian was sitting on the edge of the tub surround and handed me a soft cloth that had a pearl like lotion on it.
"This is a very nice body wash Layla; it comes from Baldinne, the little shop in the square. I found it not too long ago and have enjoyed it very much. The scent is very light and clean, refreshing. You know Lizianne, the proprietor, well she has a wonderful way of learning what her customer likes and she does her very best to bring in exactly what I want. This may amuse you to know but even old men like to smell good."
He was so right, he did smell delicious. Ian was giggling, like a school boy and had the cutest way of tilting his head when he was happy.
Suddenly, I realized that this was indeed a man who I really didn't know. Oh, I've known him for some time but never on a very personal level. I had to keep from chuckling; I did in fact now know him very much on a personal level, didn't I?
"You look so lovely lying in my tub. Never, in a million years, would I have ever thought that when I got up this morning and started my day I would see you in my tub smiling at me."
Ian got down on his knees and took the cloth back from me and began gently washing my body. He was like a father bathing his little girl. When he had tenderly washed my arms he let the cloth barely touch my breasts, and when he loving dipped it into the warm water and let it run over my aching nipples, I winced and he understood how very softly he needed to stroke me.
Bringing the warm water and the cloth to my thighs he scarcely touched my skin. I closed my eyes, felt my body relax and take pleasure in his calming touch.
"I could bathe you all night, you are absolutely captivating. The water is beginning to cool down my sweet cherub and I don't want you to catch a chill, so let's get you up, dry you off and feed you."
Ian helped me out of the tub and brought me under the heating lamp in the ceiling. If you're fortunate enough to live in the mountains you realize very quickly how much a heating lamp in your bath is essential to not catching you're death after a bath or shower. The room had a glow from the amber color of the glass and it was quite warm and cozy. This gentle man dried every inch of me and covered me in a soft towel that felt like a marshmallow.
"I know this old robe isn't exactly something you would choose for yourself but it will serve the purpose for you, tomorrow we'll shop and have some special things for the next few days. I intend to pamper and spoil you to my heart's delight."
I was more than happy to be spoiled, in fact I might just do a little spoiling myself. I had a few surprises in store for Ian, if i could just work out all the details in time.
"Layla, I don't know what will happen after the next few days and I don't want or imagine there will be any promises or commitments, I just want to have you with me and take each moment as they come. So, I believe it's time for supper don't you?"
We walked into the kitchen and on the table Ian had a wonderful array of charcuterie, cheeses, some toasts and fruits. The wine was light, the conversation enticing, and the mood just added to the delightful supper he had made for us.
"Layla, the Shortbread cookies you made are just like the very best from my country. Ahhh, I see the look, yes, I was actually born in Scotland, and my parents came here when I was a Wee Laddie. I'm planning a trip in the spring, at my age I may not have many more trips in me."
I had always thought I detected a slight bit of the old country in his voice. Yes, he certainly did have the look of a strong confident man from Scotland.
"That's the one thing I regret, that I never took the time to travel. When I was a young woman I was all about my work, and when I opened my firm it took most of my time. Like you I have been blessed and have a secure life. I think it was one of the driving forces that convinced me to move here on a full time basis and curtail most of my business. I still have a few clients I work with but on a very limited schedule. Enough of that, my tummy is full, and my body is longing for a warm soft place to crawl into and snuggle with a very cuddly fellow, what do you say old man, are you ready to take me to your bed?"
I was giggling as I asked Ian that silly question, of course he was ready.
"You don't have to ask me twice."
The fire in the great room had long since gone out and as we were speaking Ian and I cleared the table.
"Well, my darling girl let me show you my etchings."
I realized I had never seen Ian's bedroom. This is a huge house and there are several rooms off the great room. Hand in hand we walked thru the family room just off the kitchen and down a short hallway. The light at the end of the hall was coming from Ian's bedroom.
The house is turn of the century and all the doors and moldings are wood. When we reached the end of the hall the door opened into a massive room.
On the right was another stone fireplace, and the fire was burning and glowing. The floors were wood and there was a very large rug that easily had to be more than twelve feet square just in front of the hearth. The bed, a massive sleigh style in very dark mahogany faced the fireplace. It was breathtaking. The shades of greens and berries beckoned you in.
"My God, I'm sad to admit that I haven't had the pleasure of a woman in my bed for quite some time young lady, I'm suddenly feeling very much the dirty old man."
There is something so damn sexy about a dirty old man, and now i had one right here in front of me about to take me into his bed.
"Ummm, and you are a dirty old man Ian Wilson, and I love every year of you."
We laughed and giggled, Ian went to the fire to place a few logs and I went to the bed.
The covers were lofty and soft. I debated for a mere second and then unbuttoned the robe and let it fall from my body.
"Please, just give me a moment to look at you. My darling girl, you are a lovely woman, your body is the picture I've dreamed of many a night that you could be had by this man."
Ian came to the bedside and pulled the covers down, I slipped in and he tucked them to me like I was a child in his care. He walked around the other side, dropped his robe on the chair next to the bed and slipped in beside me.
"Layla, you have made this dirty old man very happy. I don't think I'll sleep a wink tonight, so many things going round in my head."
