The water was warm and inviting, enveloping her body like a soft embrace. She leaned back against the porcelain tub, eyes closed in blissful relaxation. Her ample breasts floated gently on the surface of the water, their fullness accentuated by the steam rising from the bath. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows across her skin, highlighting every curve and contour of her body. She lifted a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, revealing a contented smile that spoke of pure indulgence. For this moment, nothing else mattered - only the soothing sensation of the water and the delicate fragrance of rose petals that filled the air. She sighed deeply, sinking even further into the depths of the bath, as if trying to become one with its warmth and serenity.
Her thoughts drifted to him as she languidly traced her fingers across the curve of her breast. She imagined his hands on her, exploring every inch of her body with a hunger that matched her own. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, imagining his lips on hers, his breath hot against her skin. Her hand moved lower, seeking out the sweet spot between her legs, already slick with desire. She could almost feel him there with her, watching as she pleasured herself. The image sent a shiver through her body, making her toes curl in pleasure. She held onto the sensation for as long as she could, savoring each moment of ecstasy before finally succumbing to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. As she lay there, panting and spent, she knew that nothing in the world could ever compare to the feeling of being loved so deeply by this man.
She reached for her phone, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She knew just how to tease him, to make him squirm with desire.
"Hey, baby," she purred into the phone.
"Hey, gorgeous," he replied, his voice low and husky. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, nothing much," she said coyly. "Just taking a bath."
"Mmm, that sounds nice," he said. "Wish I was there with you."
She giggled. "Maybe next time. But for now, I'll just have to settle for imagining you here with me."
"Tell me more," he urged.
"Well," she began, running a hand over her breast again. "I'm all wet and slippery...just like I know you like it."
He groaned. "You're killing me here."
"I know," she said with a laugh. "But don't worry - I won't keep you waiting too long."
"You better not," he warned playfully.
"Don't worry," she said, feeling the heat between her legs start to build again. "I'll make sure you get everything you want...and more."
"Are you touching yourself, baby?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Maybe..."
"Mmm, I love it when you do," she said, feeling a surge of desire wash over her. "I want you to touch yourself for me, right now."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he replied, his voice thick with arousal. "You want me to masturbate for you?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I want to hear every moan and sigh as you pleasure yourself. I want to imagine that it's my hands on your body, my mouth on yours."
She could hear him shifting on the other end of the line, his breathing growing heavier. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll do it...for you."
"Good boy," she said with a smile, feeling a thrill of excitement run through her. "Now close your eyes and just focus on how good it feels."
