I turn on the water and let it run.
When the tub is full, I soap my hands briskly until they are covered with lather. And then I begin working the muscles of your neck and shoulder. You close your eyes and sigh. It feels like a cross between a bath and a massage, and it's completely restful. You didn't even realize that your muscles were sore until I began working them.
I use my entire hands - filled with soap they literally glide over your body. Occasionally I hit a sore spot, and my hands recognize it before you do, kneading the muscle until the ache melts away. First the knots in your neck, then along your shoulders and down your arms. When I finish with your hands, I rinse the soap from them, and then kiss each finger lightly, and then your gentle lips.
And then I lean you forward, so you rest on my shoulders, and I can feel your lovely breasts soft against my chest. Oh, baby, your back is so tight. I work it continuously, pressing hard on the downstroke, and lightly tracing the same route upwards so I can begin again. Over and over, again and again. Soon you feel so relaxed you could probably sleep. And then I work your lower back, just above your gorgeous ass, only this time pressing hard as my hands move upward, and softly on the downstroke. Slowly, slowly, the tension dissipates, as though absorbed by the water.
Next your legs. Lovely, kissable thighs, along your knees. When I reach that soft spot under your knee - the little nook that I love to hold - I smile. And then your calves, hands swirling downward to your feet, which seem so small and feminine to me. As I work your feet, squeezing fairly hard, I'm working all the reflexology points. I doubt that reflexology actually works, but learned a little about it in the massage course I took, so I massage your sexual points with added care, just in case... I finish your feet by lifting them out of the water, and lightly sucking on each toe, and kissing your instep. Your eyes are closed, you hardly notice...
I think you're asleep. So I move closer. Yes, you're definitely asleep. I guess I must have done a good job. But should I wake you...? I had something else planned... But I decide to let you sleep. I get out of the tub, and dry off. And then I get this huge blue towel off the rack - so thick and fluffy it's positively decadent.
This won't be easy. I take the plug out, and let the water drain a little, before stepping in the tub beside you. I whisper your name, and you reach up and put your arms around my neck as I lift you up, wrapping the towel around you as best I can. Getting out of the tub is hard, it's so slippery, but thanks to my years in martial arts, I have great balance. I manage to get you to your bedroom without killing either one of us, and then I lay you gently on the spread. Slowly, lightly, I dry you off. It's amazing to me, but you don't seem to wake. Finally, I'm satisfied that you won't catch cold and I cover you with a wool blanket from the closet. And then I slide in beside you, my chest to your back, and pull you tightly to me. My warmth makes you warm. My breathing soon learns your rhythm. And you snuggle closer, still asleep.... And I am so moved by being here with you, now, that feel a lump in my throat...
You awaken me in the best possible way, your hand on my cock, stroking it lightly until it is hard and stiff. I'm instantly turned on, kissing your lips, my tongue darting in and out lightly, my hand moving to your pussy. I feel your moisture within seconds of gliding my hands along your inner lips. We're both so relaxed that we simply enjoy this mutual pleasuring for a good five minutes, my cock getting so hard, your pussy so wet. For a little while, it seems like we might go on like this forever, as though neither of us wants to take the initiative. But then I tell you what I really want to do tonight.
"Really... Are you sure?" you asked, surprised by my request.
