Exhausted and drenched from the sudden thunder storm that erupted as I made my way home, I let my hand bag fall to the floor and kick off my heels before making my way to the kitchen.
Not knowing when you could be home, I decide to hold off on dinner and grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and the first wine glass I can get my hands on.
I pour myself a generous serving and take the bottle with me as my bare feet pad softly across the marble floor towards to bathroom.
Fancying a hot bath to relax, I turn on the taps, drizzle some of my favourite bubble bath and whilst sipping my wine, I begin to strip slowly and seductively imagining I was not alone. I start by peeling off my soaked pencil skirt which is hugging my body more than usual, pushing it over my hips and past my thighs before stepping out of it. I slowly peel my saturated silky white blouse from my toned tummy and breasts and pull it over my head. I get more aroused with each piece of clothing I remove and as I unhook my bra and slide my thong over my knees and kick it off my ankles, I realise that I have managed to polish off the entire glass of wine.
I refill it and set it down on the edge of the bath before lowering myself into the beautifully hot liquid, enjoying the sensation of the heat enveloping my body up to my throat.
Laying perfectly still, I wiggle my toes, creating small ripples that travel across the water and it gives me an idea. I arch my back ever so slightly, exposing my nipples to the open air above the water and continue to wiggle my toes allowing the water to lap against my breasts, exciting me further.
I reach out of the water for my glass of wine and sip it slowly, enjoying the sensation of the small waves against my nipples, now pinching them and rolling them between my fingers as they pucker and stand to attention beneath my touch.
Before I know it, I have finished my second glass of wine. Not wanting to discontinue my pleasure, I use my toes to push myself up so I can reach over the side of the bath for the bottle when I catch a glimpse of your feet out of the corner of my eye.
Turning sheepishly towards the doorway like a naughty child caught red handed, I see you leaning casually against the door frame and can tell that you missed the worst of the storm. Your clothes are only slightly damp, but still damp enough for your t-shirt to reveal every bulging muscle of your torso and of your arms folded across your chest. A smear of paint across your cheek and flecks in your tousled curls give away your long day at the studio and make you even more attractive to me as you bite your lip playfully before flashing me that beautiful grin of yours and make your way towards me.
The gleam in your eyes and bulge in your jeans reveal that you were enjoying the view for more than just a minute and as you grip the side of the bath to lean over me and plant a long and sensuous open mouthed kiss on my lips I want nothing more than for you to join me.
You quickly straighten up but I am relieved as you release your belt, allowing your jeans to fall to the floor. In a blur, the rest of your clothes have joined mine in a heap on the tiles and you have lowered yourself into the water.
I fold up my knees to allow you plenty of space to spread out and wonder if you had the same idea in mind the first time you saw this large circular bath like I did.