The day went slowly, of course. Each time he looked at the clock, only a few minutes had passed. He tried to bury himself in his work, poring over drawings and Gantt charts and solving the problems that the engineering firm had hired him for but still, time slowly went by. Finally, five o'clock arrived and he cleaned his desk off, heading home and trying not to speed.
"I'm home!"
His words were met with silence and his stomach sank. She had gone cold again, he was sure until he heard the music. It was jazz and the smoky saxophone led him to the bathroom. Carina was lounging in the bubble-filled tub, a bottle of chardonnay iced in a bucket nearby and two glasses perched on the ledge.
"Welcome home."
Jamie bent and touched his mouth to her, groaning as her tongue flicked over his. "Certainly is a welcome sight."
"I was dirty so I had to take a bath." She gave him a naughty smile. "Are you dirty?"
"I might be."
"Well, why don't I check to make sure?" She arose from the water, shimmering with suds and grabbed his belt, deftly unbuckling it and proceeding to unzip his pants. Her warm hand slid past the cloth of his underwear and encircled his half-hard cock, quickly bringing it to life. He closed his eyes for a moment and moaned as she increased the pressure, stroking the sensitive skin. It had been so long that it only took him a moment to cum, shooting gobs of semen all over her hand and his pants. Carina pulled her hand out with a wry smile, sensuously licking the cum from her fingers. "I guess you're dirty now."
Jamie peeled down and entered the tub, sitting against the back and settling Carina against him. Her slight weight felt so good that he sighed, drawing a caress from her.
"Happy, baby?"
"Very much so."
"Then let's open the wine and get this party started."
Jamie poured the wine and touched his glass to hers. "To us."