All About Me

As I shut the door to the car, I felt a wave of serenity wash over me. For the first time in goodness knows how long, I have the house to myself: I had dropped the kids off at their nana?s farm for the weekend, my husband was in Atlanta for a business meeting, and our downstairs tenant had moved into her boyfriend's house just last weekend. The morning before I had gone to work cleaning, so that when I got home I could relax. The second I get through the front door, I kicked my heels off, massaging my aching feet on the grey shag carpet that adorns the hallway to the kitchen. I enjoy the feeling of the soft ropes between my toes. When I reached the kitchen I pull out a wine glass from the cupboard ? one of the big ones, and pour myself a generous glass of white wine. I then go to the fridge and pull out the container of fresh strawberries that my mom had given me earlier when I dropped the kids off. I rinse them in the sink and leave them in the colander to drain and to warm to room temperature ? if there was one thing that I can not stand it is cold fruit. I find that cold fruit tastes like it had had the sensuality sucked Kadıköy Escort out of it. I decide to run myself a bubble bath while I wait for the strawberries to warm. I navigate my way to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I absolutely love my bathroom: on the right of the room is a marble countertop with two matching glass sinks, on the left of the room is a large walk in shower with a beautiful mosaic tile floor, and straight ahead of me is the best feature, a large soaking tub that can easily fit two people comfortably. My husband and I are not rich but we do live comfortably. When we bought the house my one requirement was that the master bedroom and ensuite must be exquisite, which they are. As I turn the bathwater on, I raised the temperature up a little bit. I want to sweat out all the stress that had been building over the week. I then choose which scent of bubble bath I want, rhubarb or cucumber. I decide on rhubarb. I pour a generous amount into the bathtub at the spot the water is hitting as it flows out of the faucet. Bubbles instantly begin to form. While I wait for Kadıköy Escort Bayan the tub to fill, I go back into the bedroom and rummage around in one of my drawers until I find what I am looking for: my lovely little black vibrator. I also pull out an exquisite shear lacy red bra with no padding and matching panties; I want to roam the house and feel sexy after I finish my bath. I then traveled across the room to the closet where I pull out an oversized fluffy white towel. Back in the bathroom my tub has filled to an acceptable depth, although it is a little hard to tell with all the bubbles that form a layer above the water. I hiss as I step into the bath. The heat stings my feet and legs as I eased my self into the tub. The bubbles seam to devour my body. I breath deeply, inhaling the scent of rhubarb, and reach for my wine. Taking a sip, I take a moment to appreciate the peacefulness of the environment it am in. It was a nice break from the chaos that was my life. After taking another sip of wine I put down the glass and reach instead for the little black vibrator sitting Escort Kadıköy on my towel. As it buzzes on I can feel the powerful vibrations through my entire hand. It is the vibrator I pull out when I need a good release in order to unwind. I start by placing the vibrator on the small of my neck and trailing it down to my left breast. A moan escapes my lips as my nipple harden instantly, also causing a warm rush of tingles in my untouched pussy. I hold the vibrator there for a few more moments before switching to the right breast. I hadn?t had an orgasm in almost a week and my body is ultra sensitive to the sensations caused by the vibrator. My pussy is aching to be touched but instead I turn the vibrator off and put it aside. I grip both sides of the tub as a rub my thighs together, teasing myself in another way. This is enough to start building a tightness in my legs and abdomen. I take a deep breath and reach for the wine instead of letting myself cum. Taking another small sip, I close my eyes and picture my husband, Cooper. I think of his charcoal black hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes venture further down and imagine his strong arms and chiseled abs. In my mind I unbutton his slacks to release his bulging cock. I moan a little but I am to deep into my thoughts about Cooper that I barely notice. I imagine myself taking Cooper's manhood into my mouth all at once, sucking him vigorously until he is almost ready to cum.