I had prepared myself for that night. Ritualistically cleansing myself till my skin was smooth with only the scent of fresh skin. Recalling how I'd lain naked in the bath, the warm water enveloping me as I slowly touched the places I wanted to feel your lips.
Running my fingers slowly down my neck, the room so quiet I could almost hear my heart beating as it pulsed under my fingertips. Tracing my veins with my finger slowly down my neck towards my heart. Lying still in the bath my hand gently cradling my left breast, cupped around it, my fingers resting on my sternum and sinking slowly down into the bath till the warm water flowed over my face. Hearing and feeling my blood as it pounded in my ears and beating to a steady rhythm into my cupped hand. Stilling my mind, clearing my thoughts of the yearning I felt, the quiet desperation to have you take me quickly and passionately. To have you ease my longing and leave me transformed.
Watching in the mirror as I dried myself, easing the rough towel over my delicate white skin and seeing myself as you would soon see me. Easing my stockings up my legs, positioning the lace carefully over my white thighs. Zipping my skirt up, the split up the side just showing the lace top of my stocking. Slipping on my long black jacket I buttoned it up carefully to cover my naked breasts then slipping into my heels I prepared to leave.