A Date With Myself in The Bathtub
The right cock is all you need to let your imagination run wild.
Ever since I knew him, he played a leading role in the very private thoughts of my imagination. And the especially great thing about it was that he really existed. He was not one of those men I made up in my recurring fantasies.
So instead of imagining the performance and greedily soaking up a touch of its scent, I literally had my dream before me. During the day, a study of his face with its distinctive chin, gently curved lips, and a stubble I love to rub against, have grown to a pleasant shiver.
Later, when the night shrouded the apartment in darkness, and the air was impregnated with vanilla scent from the half-burned candles, while the husband slept with his second wife, I conjured up these delicious images.
I celebrated these moments in my very own way. Just like preparing for a date with your admirer, I prepared to meet myself. And so I found myself in the bathroom, music playing from the loudspeakers of the laptop, candles flickering nervously as I excitedly shave my shame.
While the electric shaver hummed to itself, I enjoyed the slight vibration of the device on my mons pubis as the first hairs fell, anticipating the feeling of shaving cream between my legs.
First, the slight coolness paired with this infinitely soft whipped cream, followed by a slight tingling and the coolness of the razor blade on the skin, I enjoying the sight of my lap. The first hot showers streamed through me like the hot sweat that he worked on me after sex.
I could feel his gaze on my skin, how he wandered curiously and excitedly over my body, and hear his breathing getting heavier. And while it was getting warmer between my legs, I slowly stepped into the hot water of the tub.
I readjusted the temperature and felt the slight pressure of the water running out of the showerhead on my skin. For a brief moment, I succumbed to the temptation to simply direct the shower jet onto my clitoris, but did not give in to the desire.
Instead, I grabbed one of my wickedly expensive bath balls. I held it in my hand like a treasure and inhaled the scent before my hands slowly sank into the water.
While the bath ball dissolved, the water turned reddish and I sat in an opulent cloud of scented jasmine, ylang-ylang, clary sage, and a hint of musk. The warmth of the water let me relax and I enjoyed the warmth that surrounded me.
Lost in thought I shaved my legs, with every breath I delved more and more into the adventure. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and conjured up a new image. I saw him with me in the tub, his hands lathering me and forming little piles of foam.
I felt them calmly, gently but firmly, exploring my body. I gave into a daze, his viscous liquid-like lacquer protecting my reddened core. The thought of his clear erection made me moan.
The temperature of the water pulled me out of my imagination. Reluctantly I opened my eyes and got out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in the soft terrycloth. Even this piece of fabric now smelled of the scents of the bath ball. A smile crossed my face as I enjoyed this moment of self-love.
A little intoxicated by the impressions I padded into my bedroom, I looked for my firm body cream, which is a bit reminiscent of a small bar of soap, only it smells much more delicious. Wrapped in a pleasant light, I stroked my body with it and left a small, oily, shiny trail that smelled of coconut.
And while my hands spread the cream on my skin, my mind moved over to his hungry eyes. He knelt down to give me a helping hand. I felt the slight pressure of his warm hands on my legs as they spread the cream on my lower legs and slowly worked their way up to the thigh.
I felt a tug flow at my vagina as he spread my outer lips gently. I let myself be rolled onto my stomach without a word, and now the oily trace was devotedly distributed on my back and bottom.
The hands stroked my spine from top to bottom with stronger pressure, stopped at the rise of the bulge of my buttocks, and looked sideways for the way back. I could feel the warmth of his skin very closely, guess the weight of his body, and every now and then I felt the twitching of his magnificent erection.
My whole body was in heat and the blood pulsed in my prepuce. With every downward movement of his hands, I was tempted to lift my bottom a bit higher, as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.
Completely caught up in this fantasy, I rhythmically massaged my lap and let my fingers slide into the moisture. His hands grasped my pelvis with the next downward movement and lifted it a little higher. I was so wet by now that his cock slipped easily into me as if he had never done anything else.
I felt him fill me up as he gently poked me. It was unbelievable to feel his body so close, I could feel his hot breath, which clearly showed his excitement. His hands now cupped my pelvis to pull me closer, or kneaded my breasts.
I surrendered to his movements completely and I could hardly bear it anymore under increasingly violent shocks. I wanted to beg him not to stop and moaned violently under his movements.
I could feel how he was getting really hard again shortly before the orgasm, twitching violently before he discharged into me with a liberating groan. I found myself completely exhausted on my sheet. My breathing was still hard, my muscles ached slightly, and my lap was damp and hot.
My yummy flow of thought digressed as I heard seductive noises from the room opposite. My husband and his experimental wife enjoyed themselves, while I jumped into my secret, sensual escape.
I can’t wait to have Ron beside me. I close my eyes and let his lips meet mine. His rough sexy stubble carresses my soft cheeks. This is all I need.
