She met him at the door, bourbon Manhattan in hand. She was clad only in a sheer black thigh-length shirt buttoned just below her 38D bust between her erect nipples, red satin and lace panties and three inch mules that accented and defined, above slender ankles, the muscles in the calves of her legs. She kissed his mouth and exchanged his briefcase for the cocktail.
He was exhausted. He had worked 80+ hours this week and although entirely thrilled by the greeting, he also felt disappointed that he probably would not be able to do this sexy woman justice.
"I know what you're thinking."
"Oh, yeah? What am I thinking?"
"Your thinking you're too tired for this."
"You're right, but don't worry, darling. Go take a load off in your regular chair in the living room where you can turn on the TV and put your feet up and I'll be right there."
She put his brief case down in its usual by the table in the entryway and headed for the kitchen.
As he does not like to eat dinner directly upon arriving home, she had prepared for him instead, a plate of country pate on melba toast rounds with red onion, sour cream and capers for him to enjoy.
He watched her come across the room nipples erect. For a 5'2 woman her shapely legs looked long. The sheer black top flattered her opulent figure. She served him the hors d'oeuvres.
"Come here."
He took her hand and gently pulled her towards him. Her D cup breasts swung free under the see-through blouse. He fondled them lovingly and gave her a moist open-mouthed kiss.
"You look so sexy, dear."
"Thank you, darling, you just rest there and enjoy. I have to get one more thing."
He watched her ample ass undulate softly through the veil of the shirt as she walked off towards the bedroom. There she got his slippers and headed to the bathroom. There she got out the foot- bath. She filled it with warm water and Epsom salts. She threw a towel over shoulder, put the bottle of Gold Bond in a slipper and carried foot-bath, towel, powder and slippers back to the living room.
As usual he was sitting in his easy chair with his feet up on the foot stool. She put the foot-bath down in front of his chair. She lifted one foot off the stool and then picking up the other foot she sat down in front of him on the stool. One at a time she untied the shoes on his tired feet. Removing it and the sock under it she then gently placed the foot in the warm bath.
He liked it that she was naked to the waist in front of him beneath the diaphanous fabric and despite his weary state his manhood was becoming restless.
She took each foot in turn from the bath, dried it, powdered it, massaged it and then put it in a slipper. As she held a foot in her lap, he liked playing with her tits with his toes. It made her smile. She liked it too.
