The day started off simply, like so many others. I woke up to give you a soft kiss before you headed out to run, and then to work, then rolled back over to sleep. But, I knew what was really happening. I saw you leave, heard your footsteps padding outside and heading to the beach.
The gentle crash of the waves and your feet hitting the pavement merged, and then the sounds of you faded. I quickly rolled over, and hopped into the shower. I knew tonight was going to be special.
I became a flurry of activity, cleaning the entire house for when you came home, preparing everything just so. I ran out to do some shopping, to get some extra special ingredients for dinner and after.
Almost before I realised it, I heard your car pulling back up from your day. I heard you come in and call for me.
"Up here, on the balcony," I responded.
I see you walk through the door, a vision of health and fitness in your yellow top and skin tight black pants, and smile warmly at you.
"Come on, this'll keep," I say to you. You can smell the salmon cooking on the grill.
I take you by your hand and lead you into the bathroom. You can see my efforts here. The tub is filled with the lovely foam of a bubble bath, the steam sliding slowly off it. I watch all the stress of your day melt away from your face in an instant.
I walk over to you, and kiss you deeply, my fingers slowly exploring and tickling your back, feeling the tight cloth of your outfit stretching as I tease you. I pull your top quickly over your head, and pause a moment, mesmerized by your perfect perky breasts, noticing how your nipples are already standing at attention.
I can't resist such an invitation, and bring my lips down to cover first one, then the other nipple, slowly flickiing my tongue across the very tip, then pulling your nipple deeper into my mouth, slowly nibbling, my tongue never stopping it's motion against your rock hard nipple.
"mmmm tasty dear....must have been a rough day," I say with a wicked smile, tasting the saltiness of the dried sweat on you.
You simply moan at the tender ministrations of my tongue on your nipple.
I begin to slowly roll your pants down off your body, seeing the lovely shape of your stomach, the fine tone of your legs and give your other nipple a quick pinch with my free hand.