It was his birthday, and it had been a hellishly tough day; busy at work, busy in traffic, moody clients, grumpy colleagues, uncooperative suppliers. And to spoil the rest of the day, his dinner date Shelly called in sick this morning, which was a real bummer as they had tacitly agreed to take things a lot further tonight. They'd only started dating recently, but they'd already gone from hot kisses and sneaky gropes to pretty steamy petting in his car and on her doorstep. She wetted his appetite in a big way, and he had lusted after her for weeks now.
God, what a day! By the time he was finally on his way home he felt like he'd really had it! To top things off there was an unfamiliar car in his parking space. Damn it! Nobody parked there but him! He honked his horn, but when nobody emerged from anywhere in his street, he was forced to drive around the block again and park somewhere else.
Dan was not in the best of moods when he opened his front door, but when he walked into his hallway he stopped dead in his tracks. Candles...Burning candles everywhere! What the hell? Why had he not seen their lights flickering through the windows, from outside the house already? He snorted...he'd been too indignant to notice probably. Who'd been in his house? Who did this?
He heard a soft rock ballad coming from the speakers in the living room. He quickly took off his shoes and tiptoed to the door, pushing it open gently, to find nobody inside. Very strange indeed! What was going on here? He stepped into the living room, looking around to make sure there was nobody there after all. There was not, but suddenly he noticed a little white card stuck to his antique framed mirror. The handwriting was beautiful but unfamiliar, but the words made his breath catch in his throat.
"Are you in the mood for some sultry lovemaking and exquisite pleasure, Dan? Are you ready for some of your wildest dreams to come true? Follow my trail if you are feeling reckless and horny... and babe...there's still time to leave while you can!"
He ripped the note off the mirror to read it again and his mouth became dry. Some of his wildest dreams to come true? Oh god! Or better...ooh goddess! Leave...?! If this was who he thought it was, she just had to be joking!
He turned back to the hallway, and for the first time he noticed a trail of women's clothing leading up the stairs. A black velvet tailored jacket here, a black pinstriped skirt a bit higher up, some sheer black delicate silk stockings over the banister, a white silk blouse almost on the landing and small lighted candles positioned on just about every other step. He was absolutely positive those clothes were not there when he walked into his house! Did she only just sneak downstairs and put them there? Was she watching him, as he read that note, undressing in a frenzy maybe? Swallowing became a lot harder suddenly! He took the steps carefully but quickly, lithely stepping over the clothes and the candles, and careful not to set fire to the hem of his trousers!
Dan gathered the clothes on his way up, bringing the blouse and delicate stockings to his nose to inhale the soft fragrance of a familiar perfume. The sensuous silk of the blouse and the wispy decadence of the stockings felt so soft against his face they made him swallow hard once more. On the landing he found another little white card. He put the clothes down to pick it up.
Whoever wrote it, asked him to step into his bathroom "...not wearing any clothes please, just leave them at the door". He hurriedly undressed and opened the bathroom door, but he didn't find her there either, just more burning candles, everywhere. Damn!
His masculine black and white bathroom looked different somehow by candlelight, and his white marble bathtub was filled with steaming hot fragrant water. Soft luxurious bubbles floated on the surface and from somewhere nearby he heard soft guitar music, a little ethnical or European perhaps? Now he was positive it was her, and that she could not be far away!
Stuck on the glossy tiles above the bathtub there was yet another little note. He was actually starting to enjoy them! This one was telling him to "Soak for a while and relax...Close your eyes and Dan...do not open them at any time unless you are asked to do so"
His skin tingled and for a brief moment he was tempted to go and have a look in the bedroom first, to look for her, to make sure he was right about who was doing this, though in his heart he was already positive it had to be her. (My god, Shelly!! How did she get into the house? The little minx! She was supposed to be sick for God's sake!) But he decided he didn't want to spoil any of her surprises, and he definitely wanted all she had in store for him. So, he stepped into the bath, gasping for air for a second when the heat almost scolded his skin, then, slowly lowering his body into the hot water.
The soft fragrant steam caressed his skin and he moaned softly with delight as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax for the very first time that day. Slowly he started drifting away, the soft music soothing his soul, the warm water easing his mind. He felt like he was floating. The hot silky water lapped against his skin in the comforting rhythm of his own heartbeat. Then, almost imperceptible at first, soft fingers appeared out of nowhere, like little butterfly wings caressing his temples, merely gently touching at first, then slowly stroking the side of his face, down over his cheeks and along his jaw, down his neck and his shoulders, gently massaging, softly kneading the tension of the day out of his muscles. His contented sigh of pleasure gently rippled the water. Such soft yet strong fingers; he almost purred when they caressed his scalp and stroked his neck so exquisitely.
Gentle pressure on his head told Dan without words to slide down into the tub a little deeper. He let his head slowly be tilted back into the water to wet his hair and those agile fingers started washing his hair, carefully massaging his scalp, softly caressing the sensitive skin behind his ears, making him feel so good. Nobody had ever washed his hair before, other than his mother when he was little, and the sweet caring sensation made his eyes sting. Very gently the hands rinsed the shampoo out of his hair with warm water from the showerhead.
Dan obediently kept his eyes closed, even when those soft hands started washing his entire body, caressing his skin everywhere, softly rubbing and rinsing, making him feel all pampered and relaxed and warm. The soft fingers soaped his chest in big circles and he moaned deeply when they gently teased his nipples. It felt so good! Down over his abdomen in the same soft circles, making his skin feel alive and tingly, down to his belly, over his hips, down the length of his thighs, stroking and caressing in slow tantalizing circles.
Gradually the stirring in his body grew. His blood ran faster, his pulse went up and his heart beat stronger as the fingers moved up his thighs. And under the ministrations of those soft nimble fingers his cock grew, in sync with his passion when a warm hand cupped his balls. Nothing else existed but the warm water and those soft maddening slippery hands, moving up and down over his dick. His soft moans became more urgent now, erotic images playing in his head.
Oh god! Those amazing hands, stroking him with the soft back of slender fingers along the length of his cock, fingers softly squeezing the base and caressing the underside of his pulsing member. A tender fingernail ever so softly scraped along his hard shaft. Fingers encircled his swollen crown, moving up and down only a fraction at a time. The palm of a warm hand gently rubbed his emerging pre-cum over his head in small circles and down his shaft with soft long strokes and caresses. Then two hands, with the fingertips pointing away from his belly, gently started rolling his cock back and forth between them from tip to base and back, like a girl scout trying to make fire. His cock and balls felt almost like bursting.
