Only The Steam Can Tell...
As the yellow glowing moon rose in the night sky, she slowly lowered herself into the hot water. It had been a long time since she�d been in the hot tub. It loosened every tight and stressed muscle in her body. She felt so relaxed. The stress of the day melted from her memory just like the snow around the tub. �If only�� she thought. Crunch, crunch, shuffle, crunch, was the sound of feet with slippers on walking toward her in the snow. He slowly walked toward her with a rootbeer in one hand and roses in the other. When he�s right behind her she turns and smiles at him. He thinks to himself �Her eyes are so pretty.� He hands the roses to her. They are the yellow ones that she loves. He had them in a beautiful glass with water. He had them cut off right behind the blossom so that there were no stems. She took the beautiful flowers from him and floated them in the hot tub. It reminded her of a fairytale. �He�s so romantic,� She thought. �She�s so romantic,� He thought while taking off his robe, �I�d have never thought to put the flowers in the water like that I just knew that she loved those flowers cut like that.� He hung his robe on the hanger near the hot tub. She was drinking his rootbeer, but he didn�t mind, after all they shared most everything. He lowered himself into the now fragrant water. The heat rushed in to meet his body and he let a little moan escape his voice. She gazes over at him, knowing why he let out that little moan. How could you not moan? After being naked standing out in the snow, and then getting into the hot tub you�d have to moan, it feels too good not to. She watched as �he� floated. She couldn�t stop herself from giggling. He just smiled and pulled her close to him. He loved holding her close, clothed or not. She loved being in his arms, she felt so protected, and loved. Almost like nothing could hurt her. He was her strong protector. Soon she had closed her eyes, and he slowly moved her so that she was facing him. Her eyes were still closed, and she looked as though she was dreaming of far off lands. She smelled so good. It was the scent of the yellow roses, and� he couldn�t quite put his finger on the other scent, but it was there and it smelled good. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck. She sighed and her eyes fluttered open. He gazed into her eyes and he saw the love and passion that she held for him. She couldn�t contain herself; she grasped at his arms to pull him closer. She started kissing his chest and neck, and then she slowly licked the outer rim of his ear and gently sucked on his earlobe. She could tell he was getting more excited. That just excited her even more. Her heart started racing even more. How was she supposed to contain herself? He slowly started to slide the palms of his hands up her legs. The soft water made her legs so smooth. As his hands move up to her hips she starts to breathe harder. She knows where his hands are going. He moves up farther and his fingertips lightly brush over her hard nipples. She releases the breath that she had been holding. He leans forward and teases her nipples with his tongue. She moans and her hand finds his erect penis and she strokes it, as he plays with her breasts. He rips her hand from his penis and quickly turns her around. He reaches down and slips his fingers into her. She feels the hot water rush in around his fingers. �It�s so warm.� She thinks to herself. She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand. They walk to her room and she has him sit on her four post, king sized bed. She has a beautiful lace canopy over her bed, with thin white lace curtains draped down to the floor. �Looks like a princess�s bed.� He thought. She walks around the room lighting all of her candles. They�re honeydew scented and the aroma filled the room. After she finished lighting her last candle she went over to her entertainment system and turned on soft background music. He was lying on her bed, just waiting for her to come back over to him. He laid there wondering what she had in mind. When she finally made it back to him she laid down next to him and they started kissing. His lips were soft, and warm. His kisses were gentle and slow. Not like earlier when they were fevered and hot. Now it was soft and passionate. She placed her hand on his chest and slowly rubbed it. She loved touching him. He lies there kissing her while she�s touching his chest. He loves it when she touches his chest. Her touch feels so good. Her hands are warm against his cool skin. It makes him think about what is coming up next. He knows it�s inevitable, but he can�t wait. He wants� no he needs her now, but he�ll let her play a little bit longer. |
