Before you I am on my knees. You are sitting on the edge of the bed in t-shirt. Nothing more. Nothing more. I am studying your long tan legs and following your toes up to your thighs and to the entrence of your vagina just hidden by the curtain of labia and soft pubic hair. I spread your legs with my hands and run my hands from your ankles to your thighs. But I notice a little prickling on my hands as I feel your legs. I take your hand and lead you to the bathtub. I fill it with comfortably warm water as you place bubbles in the water scented with pear. We enter the tub and face each other.
There are two candles lit to allow us the opportunity to see each other's eyes. Your legs are over mine and mine under yours. I take your leg and gently lather it with soap. I make sure it is lathered well so I have an excuse to feel your long toned legs. I long for them to be wrapped around my back but first they will surround my neck. I place your foot on my chest and admire your newly painted toe nails. I massage your foot for a few moments more for my pleasure than yours but I will never tell.
I then take your razor and sweep up from your ankle to your knee and work my way around your leg careful to not injure you. I am careful near the ankle and back of your leg. “My Love do you want me to care for the thigh?”
The other leg is done as carefully as the first. I then bath you with soap and wash it away with luffa. Your stomach, back, breasts, shoulders, neck. You are now squeaky clean. And as you exit the tub and surround yourself with a bath towel I grab you and throw you over my shoulder. You shriek in surprise and laugh as I heave you to the bed. "But Tim I am still wet", you say. I answer, "Precisely". I wish to lick your breasts dry and then your stomach and I do. I suckle your breast as if they were a gift to me to quench my thirst for drink. I always go for the left breast first for some reason and you suggest I taste the other that it not be lonely or forgotten. I would take you now and ravage your wet body still warm from the tub but this I will save for later.
You have made a request of me and it is my mission to fulfill your phantasy. I have you sitting now at the edge of the bed where I cover your legs and feet with a sweet smelling lotion. I care not the scent as long as it makes your legs silky smooth. I give your flesh deep pressure and you wonder if this eve is to be a repeat of the other night. "No, it is not. It will be better..."