She goes back into the kitchen, checking the champagne and making sure all is ready. Nervously, she nibbles an apple as she wanders the house finally sinking onto the couch to wait for Him.
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| The tub slowly fills, covering the sound of the music temporarily. She sits on the closed toilet paging through a magazine as her scented bubble bath rises, delicate lavender steam swirling to the ceiling. She stands before the mirror and looks at herself as she pins her hair up, pleased with what she sees. She smiles as her dress slips from her shoulders revealing her breasts, nipples hardened already. Her hands stroke down her stomach and she closes her eyes briefly and imagines His hands there. She sighs and steps carefully into the tub gasping at the heat. Lowering herself, she feels the bubbles tease and caress her body imparting the scent and the silkiness to her skin. She leans back, water off now and listens to the music interrupt only by the sound of water rising and falling. Reaching up for her loofah, the bubbles drip down her arm, tickling her and making her smile. Beginning at her feet, she smoothes the loofah over her skin leaving it soft and pink. The scratchiness of it makes her skin tingle tiny bits of lust filling her as her hands move higher but not high enough to pleasure herself. It is only by using all the self-control and restraint that He has taught her is she able to avoid letting herself cum. She spreads her knees and lies back, feeling the hot water touch her inner flesh, but only the water. She knows if she touches herself there she will not be able to stop in time and that would displease Him. When the cd ends, she sits up as if coming out of a lovely dream, slightly dazed from the heat of the water and the heat of her arousal. Swaying a bit, she towels herself off and wraps her silk robe around her body. She goes back into the kitchen, checking the champagne and making sure all is ready. Nervously, she nibbles an apple as she wanders the house finally sinking onto the couch to wait for Him. |
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