It's Friday afternoon, she's been reading and rereading the emails he has sent over the last couple of days. The emails are so wonderfully delicious and have her sexually aroused and aching for his touch. As she reads his email for the 3rd, 4th or 5th time (she's lost count), she feels the moisture in her panties and the ache in her lower belly. The foreplay of the mind has gotten her soooo horny, so much so it almost hurts.
Rushing home from work, she gets the kids fed, packed and off to their father's for the weekend. She is free of responsibilities until Saturday night.
With the kids gone and in anticipation of the night ahead, she pours herself a hot bath....while standing there horny and aroused from his emails, she contemplates her favorite form of masturbation (under the water faucet), but decides against it; she want that fire put out by him.
As the water is running for her bath, she decides to trim the hairs that have grown on her pubic mound over the last couple of days. She straddles the toilet seat and begins to methodically trim away the hairs .
He once told her he preferred the airstrip/runway to clean shaven. She had researched the internet to try and find what he preferred. She never asked if she got it right....she'll have to remember to ask. She thinks to herself that maybe sometime, with increased comfort and familiarity with each other, maybe she should let her pubic hair grow out slightly and let him trim it to his liking....but then she wonders if he would even enjoy such a thing....she is still trying to get to know him.
Slowly and carefully, she shaves away all the hair around her anus, off her lips and to the side of the symbolic airstrip. She can't believe how wet she is....accidentally brushing past her clit as she trims away the hairs, she feels that all knowing tingle. She smells her sexual essence. And she again contemplates taking matters into her own hands, but again she decides to leave it for his extinguishing.
Trimming done, she climbs into the tub.....the warm water feels so good on her clean shaven pussy. Just bringing further attention to the tension building inside her. She lathers up her legs and underarms, and shaves them smooth. Then finding the sweet smelling body gel, she lathers up her whole body. Slowly massaging the soap into her skin. Slowly rubbing up and down her arms, her legs, her belly, her breasts. At some point she realizes that she is no longer just bathing, but actually massaging and touching herself. She has closed her eyes to the scent of the body gel, the warmth of the water with her feather like touches....she imagines those hands being his hands. Feeling his touch. She traces her body noticing what is uniquely hers (the two moles on her inner thigh, the mole under her right arm and yes even her stretch marks) and paying particular attention to the fact that her nerve endings feel as if they are exposed, sensitive to her touch....her skin tingling. She moves down to her pubic area and shudders, letting out a moan, as she feels the contraction in her belly and knows she must stop if she is to save it for him.
Her legs shaky and her body trembling, she slowly gets herself out of the tub and towel dries her body. All the hot water, her body is dehydrated so she pulls out the jar of body butter. Wanting her skin to be soft, she massages the body butter into her legs, her arms, her buttocks, her belly and her chest. Again, imagining his fingers all over her body.....keeping the fire burning with in her.
