Melissa was the picture of a sultry, well-satisfied woman as she reclined in repose on my bed. Loosely wrapped in the tangled bed sheets, she looked at me contentedly as she sipped her wine and idly played with my plump, half hard, equally satiated cock.
When she tipped up her glass to finish her wine, I fondly observed her long graceful neck, where I had been planting kisses among other places over the last couple of hours. The skin over her breasts was flushed with exertion following our spectacular love making only moments ago.
"Our bath is ready when you are," I said.
She responded with a smile and nod, handed me the glass and leaned in to give first me, then my cock one more kiss, saying, "Mmm." Then she bounded to her feet, leaving the bed sheets behind, and added, "Lead the way!" Another déjà vu, I thought. Those were the same words she had said when I invited her into my house earlier that day.
I rose from the bed and offered my hand to lead her into my spacious bathroom. As I guided her to the tub, I noted to myself that this was why I had upgraded the bathroom as I had. The over-sized, sunken bathtub beckoned, steaming and frothed with fragrant bubbles. I helped her glide into the warm water.
"Ooh," she remarked as she descended into the bath. "Just right! Hot, but not too hot." With heavy sighs of contentment she seemed to melt into the water. "Oh my God, Sam, this feels magnificent."
"Fit for a queen," I replied. "Be right back."
"Hurry, baby!"
I could hear her humming a pleasant tune from the kitchen while I refilled our wine glasses and, checking my fridge to see what I had and what I could make for dinner, I returned to the tub and descended into the warm water with her. Accepting her glass from me, her eyes seemed fixed on my member. Her tune turned to a "Mmm, mmm," as she watched me. I settled down across from her and, setting down my own glass, I pulled her feet onto my lap. She squirmed in delight and sipped her wine as I began to massage her feet. I gave attention to each toe and watched her as she relaxed and enjoy the pleasure I was providing. With her heels wriggling against my groin under the water, she slowly moved them up and down the length of my plump shaft.
"That feels so good, Sam," she purred through closed eyes.
While I soothed her with a tender foot massage, I asked, "Would you join me for dinner tonight?"
"I'd love to," she replied. "I'm famished!"
"Me, too." I said, then added. "I wonder why?" We both laughed.
While I rubbed her feet under the hot water, we talked about the menu, what she liked most and what she stayed away from. It turned out that her tastes were very similar to my own. A nice evening was on the menu. As we talked and she shared more about her life as a health care worker, she scooted back pulling her feet from my lap. Leaning forward she reached down to find my manhood, plump but not hard. She gazed into my eyes, smiling as she gently pulled on my member, like she was pulling on a rope, hand over hand under the warm water. Her long gentle strokes slid over and over my growing cock, and soon had me lengthening and thickening within her small hands.
She cooed, "Mmm, somebody is getting all nice and hard again, and so soon after he just came inside me! Wow, you have one big beautiful cock, Sam." Then she called out to no one in particular, "Give this man a hot juicy steak and a steaming baked potato slathered with melting butter and he'll be ready to rock and roll again - all night long!" I gazed back at her, smiling, slowly nodding in assent, knowing she was right.
Melissa lingered in the bathtub after I got out and toweled off. She giggled with glee at the sight of my hard on bobbing out in front of me. "My God," she whispered more to herself as I wrapped myself in a towel and my love muscle disappeared from her sight. Towel clad, I returned to refill her glass.
"Enjoying yourself? I asked.
"Immensely," she responded.
"You just stay here and soak as long as you'd like. I'm going to go start the grill."
"What should I wear for dinner when I come out?" she asked. "My clothes from today are all sweaty."
Opening my closet, I grabbed my favorite cotton flannel shirt, hung it next to her towel, and said, "This should do, it's my favorite. Enjoy!"
I left her basking in the water and could hear her humming again from the kitchen while I pulled out the ingredients for our meal. Letting the coals warm up in the grill, I prepared our feast. The menu consisted of rib eye steaks, baked potatoes and veggie kabobs. I had just thrown on some flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, and put the potatoes on the coals when Melissa appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her hair in sexy disarray, piled high on her head, she was wearing nothing but my flannel, which fit her like a short robe. She had taken the liberty to find one of my ties that somewhat matched the pattern. At least they were both in the red family. Her creamy skin and red hair, clad in red with a red silk tie around her slim waist was a sight to behold.
