The total quiet struck her. Her entire day had been noise, distractions, interruptions, chaos. How quickly it all melted away as she closed the front door behind her. Safe at home, safely home. She walked over to the desk and saw the answering machine blinking, two messages. She did not listen to either one, nor did she change it so that any new calls would still go directly to voice mail. In her mind, the day was over, and she had nothing more to give anyone else. What remained of the day would be devoted to herself. She walked to the bedroom, immediately kicking off her shoes. It was not a frenzied strip tease, as no one awaited her. But it did have purpose, and she wanted to immerse herself in the tub just as soon as possible.
Already partially undressed, she arrived in the bathroom and turned on the faucet, allowing her hand to dally under the discharge; she found the desirable temperature, closed the drain and allowed it to fill. She wanted warm, very warm. She was not cold, but she wanted a nicely warm, not scalding bath. She added some bubbles… It wasn’t overly sexy, just some bubbles that smelled of lavender and would make her feel like a woman again. Well, ok, she felt like a woman all the time, but the repeated dumb ass requests of her boss, and the never ending interruptions from Engineering and the mind numbing drive home and the feeling that the day was never ending… let’s say they all played a part in undoing her normally calm and resilient nature. She just wanted to do nothing for awhile, to feel the warm water caress her, to hear some calming music, maybe enjoy a glass of wine, and just turn off her brain.
As to the wine, she found a bottle of some dandy looking Oregon Pinot Noir, from the Mt. Hood region of Oregon, called “Hood Nights.” She smiled “It sounds good to me,” and grabbed a glass and the bottle and headed to the bathroom. She circled back, opened it and popped the cork, taking a little whiff which stayed with her all the way back tub side. She thought how the crappy day still had a chance to be rescued. She would do all that she could to keep it on this positive trajectory. She kicked off her panties and stood in front of the mirror. She looked good.
The smile broadened… She winked at her reflection and blew herself a kiss. She allowed a hand to caress herself from her hip to the side of one breast. Nice, smooth skin and she tingled and shuddered just a little. She turned on her IPod and was just going to let it shuffle its way through its inventory. She repositioned the speakers for maximum exposure to the bath, and then scrolled through theme choices – there it is – “Soothing.” It would limit her auditory selections to classical, New Age and light rock. Just the right combination to keep the edge off.
Just then her practical, motherly side started to tap her on the shoulder. She needed to check out the messages; there could be an emergency or something that needed her attention.
Without covering up, she walked her naked self over to the answering machine. The first one was a telemarketer who never got to share his remarkable secret for whatever it was that he was hawking before the delete button sent him to “never was” status. She quickly went to the second message. That voice was not familiar to her, but was calm, soothing and she could tell by his voice that he spoke with a smile. He beckoned her to smile and relax, and she raised her eyebrows and stifled a laugh – it almost seemed that this guy was watching her from somewhere, yet the message had said that it was left at 2:10 PM that day. She looked around, fully realizing her nudity for the first time, yet his voice, so soothing and warm and gentle, caused her to moisten somewhat.
“Who is this?” Yet she was mesmerized. He continued – “enjoy your bath, yes, lie back and feel the stress of the day just melt away. I know you’ve chosen some wonderful music that will lend itself to taking you away from all that this day was. Make sure you light a couple candles, right after you pour the wine… the nice warm glow from the candles is all that you will need.”
“What the hell?” She thought… “He can see the future, and read my mind…” She was spooked by it all, slightly, but also, she was turned on. With each word that he spoke the warmth and moisture multiplied within her loins. She was definitely aroused. After a pause, he began to speak again.
He wasn’t done! What the hell! He continued “After your bath, and please, don’t hurry through it, enjoy every minute that you have… please, scrub and wash and soothe and soak every last care away… But when you are done, and ready to get out, please consider the following opportunity. I believe that I am within 20 minutes of the sound of your voice. I would love it, I would consider it a wonderful privilege and honor to come to meet you, and finish off your day with a massage. I would like to be there when you get out of the tub. Think about this offer, and when you feel that you are about 20-25 minutes from being ready to be massaged into another solar system, calls this number.” And he gave his cell phone number.
Talk about planning, talk about a sixth sense. Talk about confidence! She was stunned; she stood there as if her feet were nailed to the floor. Unconsciously, his voice had led her hand to moist center, and she played with herself, finding her clit already exposed – she was on fire. Some of her excitement was already trailing down her thigh – what was happening? She picked up her cell phone from where she had left it, repeated his cell phone number, and slowly walked back to the bathroom. The water was deep enough and then some, so she shut it off. She reached in to feel it, and it was just perfect. So warm and inviting. That was not the only thing, her other hand had left the cleft of womanhood, and she slid the finger back and forth, now strumming her aching clit.
She could come in a matter of seconds, if she wanted to, but there was no urgency. Her head was still swimming in the intoxication of some magician’s voice. She started to suspect who it was. Would she meet him, would she call him back?
Every pore, cell and fiber of her being was crying out to be touched by the owner of that voice. Yet, could she? Was she nuts; was she absolutely nuts to pursue this? She poured a glass of wine, lit three candles along the edge of the tub, placed her phone within reach upon the toilet and slipped into the water. She wanted to dismiss, just for a moment, the issue at hand, and luxuriate in this lovely pool of liquid heaven. The warm water felt so good, and she exhaled deeply. “Ah yes, “she sighed heavily as every inch of her, save her face and hair were now submerged in the water, “this is the ticket.”
After a few minutes of submersion, she felt sufficiently calm and relaxed to begin addressing her situation. She wasn’t quite sure if this were an opportunity, or quite what it was, but she needed to decide how she wanted to handle it. She knew that she had felt of rush of giddiness upon hearing his proposal, and there was no question that her body had reacted in a positively passionate way. If his way with his hands is as good as the sound of his voice, he wouldn’t even need to touch her sexually and she could still get off. That thought made her smile, and scared her somewhat. What was she actually considering? Was she really serious about taking him up on his offer? As she continued to turn it over in her mind, her hand had wandered betwixt her thighs again, and her fingers were toying with her mound, opening the lips and tenderly caressing herself. She raised her knees up and pushed a finger inside – no denying it – she was hot.
The situation that she now found herself had some risks. But she felt something intangible, something warm and so human and so inviting. Her “hinky” meter as she called it, was not signaling anything that should lead her to be suspicious or in any way fearful. She set aside her trepidation. She did increase the tempo of finger sliding in and out; oh it felt so, so good… Enough deliberation, she knew what she wanted and she was willing to throw caution to the wind for once. She wondered if she should finish this lovely prelude, and finally decided against an orgasm for now. Her main reason for the soak in the tub was to relax, refresh and renew, and she was willing to forego a sexual rush, for now. She lay back down in the tub, cleared her mind of everything, and let out a long cleansing breath. For a few minutes yet, she wanted to feel the warmth, let the day slip away, be nothing for just a little bit.
In a hotel room not far from where she was enjoying her bath, he was quite satisfied with himself. He felt that by now she must certainly have heard his message, and had embarked, at least in some fashion to following his directives. He was a bit tired, but he felt the adrenaline coursing through him, and his fatigue – the result of planning and directing his little virtuoso performance, was no match for his sense of excitement at being this close to realizing a long held fantasy. No, not a fantasy. A fantasy can be achieved with some extra cash and a call girl. She did not belong in that category whatsoever. He was about to come face with meeting someone of interest to him, someone who was more than intriguing, someone with whom he had achieved a lovely and familiar kinship. He smiled at himself in the mirror, as he finished shaving his neck and chin. He set down the razor, dipped his hands under the faucet and rinsed his face. He ran his hand over newly smoothed face.
He stepped to the shower, turned on the faucet and felt the shower running with hot water very quickly. He stepped under the spray and felt instantly invigorated. He grabbed the bar of soap and quickly generated a huge ball of suds and dragged the bar up and down his body. He turned his back toward the showerhead and soaped up all over. It felt excellent. He was happy with the progression of events that had brought him this far. His hands found his penis; half erect and generously soaped it up as it grew to full length. He thought of allowing himself to bring about a climax, and his up and down motion would certainly have achieved that in moments. It felt nice to touch himself sexually, and the buzzing in groin grew steadily. He reached under to caress his balls, and tried to remember the last time that they had been emptied – he smiled, if it takes you this long to remember, it could not have been too memorable nor very recent. He opened the curtain and grabbed the razor from the sink. He adroitly removed the stubble from his groin area, quickly excised any hair from his sac, and then finished all around the whole area of his genitals, feeling it repeatedly to make sure nothing was missed.
He stood and stroked his rock hardness for a bit, and felt the urgency growing. What would it hurt to cum right now? As quickly as he was about to launch his load and stopped, and concluded that maybe keeping an edge on would be better. His cock continued to bounce and throb, as he stopped just seconds from the inevitable conclusion. He turned toward the nozzle and watched the suds dissipate to nothing. He held his penis up toward the spray and felt the delightful tingle on his swollen head, and knew that he needed release, but was determined not to go there yet. He rubbed the clear drop of liquid pre-cum that had formed, and loved how slippery it made his purple cock head. He was so aroused… he couldn’t wait for the fruition of his mission. He patted the mushroom head and said “Soon.”
Her pulse had quickened, but she was feeling good. The bath had done its trick. She felt good, relaxed and renewed. She sat up. The water had cooled somewhat, but was still comfortably warm. Her nipples had blossomed into rigid thimbles at the sound of his voice earlier, and even now, after the time had passed and she pushed everything out of her mind, they pushed out from her breasts and just ached to be touched. She tenderly felt each one, taking them between a thumb and forefinger. She rolled each nipple betwixt her fingers, and an audible groan escaped her lips. There was no denying that she was stimulated and fully aroused, and each passing minute made her want to experience something full and complete. She rose and stepped out of the tub. She felt warm, vibrant, sensual, and alive. Her skin tingled with excitement. She glanced at her phone and wished that the call had already been made. “Just pick it up and make the call,” she said. As she patted herself dry with the towel, she looked at her naked flesh, and felt a hot, burning ache in her midsection. She longed to be touched, to be caressed, fondled… she wanted to scream, she wanted to explode. As she ran the towel up her thigh, she could not stop her thumb from pausing at her hot snatch, and she was surprised at how wet she was, and she knew that not all of it was the result of the bath. Her clit was exposed, and she moaned as she caressed it.
She picked up the phone. She walked out to the land line phone on the desk. She pressed the button and listened to the message again. She closed her eyes. “Oh my God,” she exhaled heavily… “He is going to make me cum with the sound of his voice.” As he spoke his cell number again, her hand trembled as she wrote it down. Then, without pausing to think, she pressed the numbers on his phone. She had to see him; she had to have him, now. She wanted him here, right now. She heard the phone ring. “Yes?” he asked calmly. That voice, whatever else his skills and particulars, she wanted him talking in her ear. She cleared her throat.
“Um, hi. This is, well, you know who this is. Please, come now, don’t say anything or talk too much – just get your ass over here before I change my mind.” She gave the address and asked if he could find it. He said that he was putting the address into his GPS and he would be right over.
“Thank you,” he said and his voice was gone.
She closed her phone and closed her eyes. It was done, he was on his way. She suddenly became aware of her nakedness. She thought for a second – how to cover up and at the same time remain in the moment. Well, some semblance of common sense needed to be employed – as much as she wanted to show up at the door in the raw, she needed to be sane about all this. She put on a t-shirt and panties, and put her robe over them. Being dressed was not what she wanted at that moment, but hopefully this would be a short-lived circumstance. She took in a deep breath and went to her bed. She wanted to be massaged upon her bed, so she tossed all the pillows aside, turned the covers down and began lighting candles. She turned up the thermostat to 74 degrees, she wanted the room warm. She didn’t want any kind of chill to dampen her enthusiasm or to cause any type of pause. In her closet she pulled down some thick flannel sheets, and spread them across the bed. She surveyed the room, and thought it was just about perfect.
Looking to find solid ground, as things had started to whir past her in a frightening blur; she sat down on the bed. She hadn’t stopped to think or plan things out from every angle and perspective, and this was so unlike her. She had jumped headlong into something delicious and enticing, and she pushed away any inkling that hinted at possible danger. She had not realized that she had lain down, and was not aware of any passage of time, when the doorbell rang. She sat up stunned, trying to regain her wits. She glanced around and it all came to her quickly. She had not dreamed this. And he was here! She turned to the mirror, and liked what she saw. She walked with deliberate speed to the front door, inhaled deeply, and opened it. She smiled, he smiled back. “Hi there, at last we meet.” He opened his eyes wider, inviting a response, she just stood there.
“Yes, come on in, hi!” Since she didn’t step away to allow him to pass, he took a chance, and stepped right to her, opening his arms. They embraced – nothing half-hearted about this. It was not an A-frame hug, as there was no light visible betwixt them. All her hesitancy, however small it was, melted away. There was nothing sinister here, it was just natural. This was going to be a lot of fun. They held each other longer than either of them would have guessed. He broke it first, but just to look into her face. She was smiling. Really, really smiling. He stepped into her home and she closed the door.
“Not to rush things,” he said, “but let’s get started. I came here for a purpose, and I don’t want you to feel that I have ulterior motives.” His smile was so warm, and he was so genuine. She took him by the hand (we are so familiar, already, she thought…) and led him into the bedroom. He paused along the way to shed his coat and shoes. He was dressed comfortably in University of Wisconsin sweats and tennis shoes. He tossed his socks and they landed on top of his shoes.
“Here we are,” she offered with a smile. Her bedroom. She immediately dimmed the lighting so that just a warm glow remained. The room was comfortably warm. “Is everything OK?” she asked. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Whatever you are having is fine.” She went to the kitchen for another wine glass. She retrieved her from the side of the tub. She filled them both. They clinked glasses and each took a sip.
“Hood Nights,” she offered, “an Oregon Pinot Noir, from the Mt. Hood region… not sure how I heard about it, or how I ended up with some, but I like it. What do you think?”
“Lovely,” he said, his eyes all atwinkle. “Methinks I could handle water from a bird bath, as long as I could share it with you…” They both considered the remark, and wrinkled their noses simultaneously. “Maybe not,” he laughed, “but you know what I mean.” He motioned toward the bed. She smiled and nodded. So now it all begins she thought. And not a minute too soon, she wanted him, she knew it. She needed him to touch her, to make her feel alive again, to make her feel like a woman should feel, just to be touched; she so wanted him to touch her. “I’ll let you get comfortable on the bed, however that works best for you,” he said softly, “and I’ll step into the restroom and we can start as soon as you are ready. Sound good?”
She nodded. He closed the door behind him. Now she would have to make a decision. She did not think, the robe, the panties and t-shirt were soon on the floor. She grabbed a nice fluffy towel, and draped it over herself, and she laid face down on the bed. She adjusted the towel so that it covered her from shoulders to mid-thigh. She was so ready. “Ready!” she called in his direction. Immediately he appeared out of the bathroom, clad in some loose gym trunks and a grey t-shirt emblazoned with the words “Are we having fun yet?”
“Hey this is very nice, I think that you will enjoy this.” With that he stepped to the side of the bed, and kneeled down. He told her that this was to be an enjoyable massage, and that it was his intent to make her feel good. She was to tell him, as he progressed, what felt good, and if she wanted more or less of what he was doing. He said that silence meant that it was satisfactory, and that moaning, smiling and words of affirmation meant that he should continue. All she had to was to say the word “no” and he would stop what he was doing. “Just lie there and relax and enjoy, and tell me whatever it is that you want me to do. I mean it, this is all about you.”
“Yes, please,” was all she could muster. With that he began. She felt the towel being lifted from her back. Soon it was replaced with warm oil. She wondered how he did that, and then made up her mind not to think so much. He lightly massage her temples and her scalp, and whispered to herself to breathe deeply, to concentrate on her breathing – to inhale, hold it, and then exhale fully. That was her assignment, to concentrate on breathing, and leave everything else to him. His fingers were so talented, they weaved around her cranium, and they knew just the right pressure around her temples… she felt herself sinking into the bed. She gave not a thought to being naked before a stranger, she just wanted his magic fingers to keep making magic. He slowly moved down to her neck, and shoulders, and started to press and knead more firmly. Wow, she thought, I thought that I was relaxed. He found a knot near her solar plexus and worked it out. His fingers worked her flesh, pushing, pulling, going deep enough into the tissue to relieve any ache or pressure, but not so deep as to even approach the threshold of pain. It was good, so very good.
She felt wetness betwixt her legs. She knew it was inevitable. The blood was coursing freely through her body, as each tentacle of soreness or stiffness was driven from her, the relaxation that ensued quickly transitioned into desire and arousal. She considered flipping over and cutting to the chase, but no, let him continue. His hands made big circles from her neck, down her shoulders, over her shoulder blades. Damn, he was good. She moved her hands so that her arms were straight out from her shoulders, giving full access to everything on her upper torso. He moved up and down her entire back, first just feeling the surface with his palms, then gradually slowing his pace, increasing the pressure, and kneading here and there as he felt necessary. One hand reached for the oil and she felt new warmth down her spine. He stopped to work the new oil in. His hands worked her thoroughly, hearing contented sighs and moans of “Oh yeah,” and general satisfaction at his efforts. He liked that. He stood up and picked up her hand, stroked her arm from shoulder to wrist. He gently massaged and manipulated her muscles, and saved her fingers for last, stroking each and every one of them. He laid the arm back down again, and she felt that it was nearly weightless. He repeated nearly every stroke and touch on the other arm.
Her smile was peaceful and she could not imagine feeling any better, but she hoped to discover that other possibilities were in store. As he finished her arms, he knelt on the bed, and she could feel him straddling her, right over her buttocks. She was startled, but only briefly. He started a new lovely assault on her upper back, making big circles, this time including her sides and rib cage. It was so good. She thrilled as his hands moved over the sides of her breasts, and she felt as if her nipples were on fire. Yes, oh yes… more of that please. She wasn’t sure if that actually was said out loud, but she definitely wanted that. After a complete tour of her back, he stepped off the bed, and grabbing the oil bottle, gave her a generous helping on her butt and upper thighs. It was so warm, and she wiggled her hips with the pleasure. His hands started on her lower back, and she let out a huge breath as some crick or another was chased away. His hands glided smoothly over her lovely derriere, first checking the landscape, and then on the return stroke, going into the muscles. He certainly knew his way around a woman’s body.
Involuntarily, her hips came up off the bed a bit, and her legs parted as well. She couldn’t help it, she wanted him to have every opportunity to meet and greet every last millimeter. His thumbs were active on her lovely soft mounds, working and working and working. He watched her for any sign of hesitancy, and seeing none got bolder with his entreaties upon her willing flesh. She felt him part her cheeks, and his thumbs grazed her back passage. He went lower, to where her thighs met her buttocks, and made sure he did not miss anything, anywhere. He kneaded and pressed and worked her muscles. Now he lightened the pressure, and allowed his fingertips to skim over her shiny skin. She was about to explode. With the backs of his hands, he fluttered his way up the small of back, over her round cheeks, down her thighs. Yes, she felt it; he had grazed her wetness, and had even made contact with lips. So as to remove any last shred of doubt, she opened legs even wider. She was floating… He worked her hips now, more intensely, and spread his fingers as widely as possible, taking each cheek fully into each hand, and he opened and closed his palms. His thumbs again were near her puckered hole, and she never realized the sensations that she was capable of feeling. She felt a wave of liquid gush forth from her pussy, as if she were clenching at something that had entered her. If only…
He spent a generous amount of time on her thighs, putting his arms into the process. With his fingers extended, he pushed upward, from knees all the way up to where her thighs met her torso. His ring finger was aligned with the source of her wetness, and with each upstroke, he allowed a fingertip inside her. She was on fire; she tried bearing down on the bed to get them in deeper. As he finished her lower legs, her calves, shins and feet, she slowly went out of her mind. He had created a firestorm within her, and she wished him to be an octopus, and to have eight hands making her insane. He was gentle and firm, and knew just the right amount of pressure, and how to touch her, everywhere.
“Your choice,” he said. “Take a break here or continue. The posterior portion of the festivities is complete for now. What would you like now?”
As she rolled over, her smile was of a blissful nature, touched with intensity. As her naked form was revealed to him, he was overcome with desire. “I think we both know what comes now,” she said, just above a whisper. With great effort she raised herself up and beckoned him with her open arms. She pulled his head down for a kiss, and their mouths greeted each other with a frenzied urgency. They kissed fully, her hands around his neck, their tongues probing. She was breathless. Her skin was flushed, she was downright hot. Hot with lust and cooking from the warmth of the oil and the room temperature. She uncoiled her hands from his neck, and sought his gym trunks, and pulled them to his knees with one move. She whispered that it was not polite to have the lady be the only naked one in the room. He quickly complied. She was not the only one aroused. He was rock hard, and ready as well, and a thin clear thread of his passion stretched from the end of his cock downward several inches. He bobbed in twitched in anticipation.
They went to the bed together, and the kiss resumed. Her hands found his butt cheeks, and she made clear that she wanted to be entered. She opened her thighs widely, and she reached and took him in her hand. She stroked him lightly from base to head, and he moaned into her mouth. She paused at the top of the upstroke, and milked the head for his pre-cum, and spread it around the head with her thumb… “Now,” was all she could muster. She laid all the way back without removing her hand from his shaft, and she guided him in. The incredible fit and warmth took his breath away. It was wonderfully tight around him, yet she was so ready that he had sunk in all the way immediately. As his weight settled upon her, they quickly found a rhythm. Neither one hurried, as even with the urgency, they both wanted it to last. She felt his back and butt, and helped him with some intense thrusting. She lifted her pelvis to greet him, and that was all she needed. Her clit had been ready for some time, and this angle was perfect…
Coming… she was coming. The lightning bolt exploded within her, and her mouth fell open and she was not able to kiss anymore… She tried to take him body and soul inside her, and she felt herself clench around him, and then wave after wave after wave… she was outside her body, and felt her hips bucking, her breath ragged - she opened herself up and let it wash over her. He continued to thrash away inside her, and he was managing a small measure of control and restraint. She felt so good around him, her orgasm was so intense, and he had to steady himself as she gripped him even more tightly. He put his lips to her neck, and listened to her frenzy, as he thought she was reaching a plateau and perhaps about to come down, another wracked her and he felt his crotch getting splashed again; she could not stop, she was on fire. He reached down beneath her, and clenched her ass, and bore down harder within her. This angle caused her even more stimulation, and the second wave hadn’t fully completed when a new eruption took over. She tilted her head back all the way, and tried to catch her breath. All that came out was “eh, eh…” deep breaths, and repeated “eh, eh, eh…” She grabbed him fully, trying to gain control. They were creating wet sloshing sounds, his thrusting became more intense. He could feel the sensation building as he continued, but he cared not, he wanted more, he wanted to go forever, this was so good, they fit together like puzzle pieces, she met each thrust with one of her own…
She felt him gaining momentum. She almost been out of consciousness… the pleasure had created a new sensation for her. She had never been so fulfilled so satisfied, yet still wanting more. As he pistoned inside her, she reached up and bracketed his face with her hands… she wanted him to know how good it was how good she wanted him to feel. Not necessary, as her touch was all that he needed and he felt the furnace like itch uncoil and he knew that he had arrived. He felt as if he was falling, and the warm, liquid glow that surrounded them was like a cocoon, and with each spasm he thrust harder, emptying into her loveliness over and over. It seemed to go on forever, spasm, recoil, again, again, no end to it. She curled her arms around his shoulders, and felt him explode inside her and silently wished for it to be close to how she had felt. He continued to let go, firing again and again, he had no idea she created such a longing… Finally he was spent, but only gradually slowed down, as he seemed to have no control over any part of his body, and the motion once started, almost refused to subside.
They kissed again, as the spasms waned for both of them. It couldn’t have been any better. To last any longer possibly threatened their health. They broke the kiss and placed the side of his head on her chest, just below her neck, and listened to the pounding of her heart. They were still joined, neither was sure if they could ever be separated… Time had stopped, and there was no other place but here. As their essence pooled beneath them, the trickling tickled her, and she giggled. He looked into her face and saw not a trace of fear or trepidation. They were exhausted, but fulfilled, sated for the moment, yet thirsting for more. They gazed into each other eyes, trying to find words that did not exist, their bodies had just said it all…
