Being surprised while waiting for you

[Smokingmilf1979]

The beginning


I am home alone, late in evening almost 10 pm... I am playing music in my living room, Emily Sande - "Pluto" .. and I am waiting for you.. wondering how are you, how you feel.. I am taking off my shirt - a white shirt that I feel so comfortable in and then my black lace panties going nude around the house, I turn of the tv and turn up the volume on the music system so I can hear the music. Turning of the light in the living room, checking the door to see if it locked , and turning the light on in the hallway as I head into your bath room. I turn the water on in the bath tub , and let it run for a bit.. running my fingers thru the warm water I get goose bumps on my skin.. I dont turn on the light nor close the bathroom door. Letting the candles ,I placed early, light up the room. its so intimate, so cozy and warm, such a good feeling .. I go under water , and get all wet , I let the water envelop me, steams are rising, and my hands are washing my face, of thoughts and stress.. pure relaxing…………

 

[susurrus]

I arrive home a little early, but I refrain from announcing myself. I want it to be a surprise.

We almost meet when you come around the corner, but I hear the quiet padding of your bare feet on the wood and duck around the corner and let you pass before that can happen. As you go by me, unaware I'm only an arm's reach away, I see that you're nude. The idea of you lounging around the house naked is arousing. I feel the stirring in my jeans that signals something will hopefully happen before the evening is over.

Peeking around the corner of the bath, I watch your nude perfection as you prepare the tub. While I feel a little strange, being a voyeur in my own home, the vision before me makes the strangeness more than bearable.

I can tell the mood you're in from your nudity and the fact that the only lighting in the bath comes from the myriad candles you've placed various places.

Once the water is where you desire it, I watch your lithe form as it slowly and arousingly lowers into the tub. For some time, I watch you luxuriate in the water, and when you submerge yourself, I carefully tiptoe in behind you and wait for you to emerge.

When finally you once more breach the surface, water cascading down your form, your hair in a long, damp fall down your back, I lean forward and place a light kiss where shoulder and neck converge...