Written by: Dragon Girl
It had been such a long day I was relieved to be putting the key in the door and finally getting home. A session at the gym was not, in hindsight, the ideal way of rounding off a busy day at work, but I felt elated nonetheless with the effort and energy. And the evening was all mine. Husband and kids away for the night, I could afford to take my time and relax. Even better, the quick meal I’d grabbed on my way back left me with little or nothing to do except slob out in front of the TV.
Throwing my bags in the corner of the front room, I strolled into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured myself a glass. The cold, dry taste delighted my mouth ~ I took a long draught and refilled it. The crisp cleanliness of the wine reminded me I hadn’t bothered to shower after gym so, glass in hand, I climbed the stairs and turned into the bathroom. Why not a bath instead, since I was in no rush? Tuning on the taps, I added a good slosh of bubble bath and placed the wine glass on the side.
Leaving the water to splash and foam, spirals of steam lifting from its surface, I wandered to the bedroom. The last fingers of a beautiful summer’s daylight were fading over the distant hills as I closed the curtains and turned toward the bed. Mind focused on nothing in particular I took off my jacket and began to unfasten my blouse. When it slid from my shoulders I let it drop to the floor and unzipped and unfastened my neat grey skirt, the zip curving in a smooth arc around my hips. It joined the blouse in a pile. I raised my arms high above my head and stretched against the weariness of the day. My earlier dutiful exertions had left a warm glow still beneath my skin that was echoed in the mental soft focus.
Reaching up, I unhooked the front of my bra and went to take it off, but then, for a moment, paused. The straps strained against me yet for some reason I held the unfastened ends together still. Deliberately I brought my hands apart and forward, slowly exposing my breasts as if in a striptease. A thrill shot through me, though I couldn’t think where the idea had come from. My naked breasts hung before me, large and heavy, nipples oval, dark and irregular. I weighed them for a moment in my hands, turning from side to side as if displaying my best profile. A thrill like the last coursed through them as I ran my thumbs across each nipple. For a moment I cupped them and squeezed. Shaking my head in puzzlement, I bent to pick up my clothes and throw them on the bed. As I did so, I was aware of the g~string I’d worn beneath my leotard pressing my perineum. Everything I was doing seemed strangely ~ almost erotically ~ charged, though why was unclear. Still in my panties, I walked into the bathroom to check my bath.
Sliding through the bubbles and into the tingling hot water, I felt the cares of the day start to fade. Gingerly I laid back, needles of heat pricking my skin all over. I let the water engulf my face and dwelt for a time submerged, then, with a gasp, I sat up and rested recumbent against the back of the bath. The sensual, sexy sensations were still with me, and enjoying them was clearly the best idea. A sip of ice~cold wine went to my head straight away. I finished the glass in one.