Heating a Cold Winter Night

I woke this morning with a sense of longing, feeling a bit foolish for resenting the job that, on rare occasions, takes you away from me. Thankful it is Friday, I shower, dress, and head for work. Through out the day my mind strays to you. In my dealings with clients, during lunch, and on the drive home it is you that consumes my mind. As I park the car I hope, against hope, that you will have returned a day early and I will find you waiting for me. My hopes die fast as I enter what I knew would be an empty house.

The long days of summer have long since passed and night falls early on these cold winter days. I heat a bowl of soup for dinner, and as I eat I feel the chill sink into my bones. My shoes are the first thing to go, in favor of fuzzy slippers as I head to the bathroom and the garden tub we installed last year. Running the water I pour in a hefty does of my perfumed bubbles, and , feeling sexy despite myself, I light candles and scatter them haphazardly around the room. Candles in place I turn off the lights.

I stand in front of the full length mirror as I pin my hair on top of my head, and watch my breasts move slightly under my sweater as my arms move. Slowly, I unbutton my sweater and let it fall to the floor. Reaching back, I unzip my skirt and watch as it falls in a pile at my feet. Standing now in my sheer lace bra with nothing more than panties and stockings, I smile softly. Bending, I begin to roll my stockings down, ever so slowly, exactly the way you like it, my mind straying to memories of other days and nights when it was you that removed them from me. Stockings gone, I reach between my breasts to unfasten my bra, and breathe a sigh of relief and pleasure as my breasts bounce free of their entrapment. My nipples, always extra sensitive, harden as the air hits them, bringing forth another small smile. I hook my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and slide them down to join the skirt near my feet. I stand before the mirror now, and gaze at the body you love, my hands running slowly over my breasts and downward to the patch of hair at the center of my being.

Remembering the water running in the tub I hurry over to turn it off before making a quick stop in the bedroom to grab the present you gave me last Christmas. I still chuckle to myself at the memory of sitting in your parents house and opening this big box to find my giant purple toy inside. I was so shocked! I had to hide it fast while the others opened their gifts. You sat laughing the entire time...

Returning to the bathroom, I test the water with my toes before stepping into the steaming water. I sit slowly, adjusting to the water as I go and enjoying the perfumed air, the atmosphere. The bubbles tickle my breasts as I lay back and I reach for them, slowly tracing circles on my nipples. I love to watch them harden at the slightest touch, and the feeling of inner warmth that accompanies that hardening. I grasp my breasts firmly in my hands now, my nipples, peaking out between two fingers, are pinched as I knead them. With a sigh of pure pleasure I squeeze harder, twisting and turning them. I raise my knees slightly, feeling the water envelop every part of me, flowing in and out with every movement. I move one hand down to stroke my clit, the sensations running through me as I gently pinch before stroking more. Using my thumb and first finger I pinch harder now while allowing my middle finger to slide into my wet pussy, feeling my lips close around it. I move my finger in circles inside while my other hand squeezes my breast and I imagine your cock so deep inside me.

Ready now, and wet in every way, I reach for my purple toy, grasping it by the handle, such a nice feature, I place the tip of it near my entrance. My middle finger joins my thumb and first finger as I pinch my clit with more abandon. I slowly slide my toy inside, until only the handle remains visible. A small moan escapes me as I slowly pull the toy out and I gasp as I shove it back in with one sure, solid push. My hips raise to meet my thrusts one for one as I make love to my toy, thoughts of you on my mind. I raise my feet now and place them on either side of the tub, opening myself further for deeper access while still bracing myself, allowing my hips to meet the thrusts that I make with a more steady rhythm. Slower now, to prolong my enjoyment. I move the toy in and out, my hand has left my clit now to focus once again on my breasts and I use my toy to brush my swollen clit with each stroke in and out. Almost lazily I stroke, the pleasure intense. Increasing the speed once again, and with the now deeper access, I plunge my toy inside with extra force, moving it in and out fast and hard. My climax builds as the speed and force increase until suddenly I feel myself explode, my juices pouring out of me in waves, mixing with the water as it splashes over the side of the tub.

Satisfied, I remove the toy and place it on the edge of the tub. I reach down to allow the now cool water to flow down the drain as I stand and begin to dry off. Stepping out of the tub, I blow out the candles and, dressed in your shirt, I brush out my hair and head off to bed.