Your day has finished and you are hot and a little bit sweaty, feeling as though you have done a good job. You have been outside all day, your body is tired, your muscles a bit sore. But your mind is clear and you are feeling good. A day in the fresh air does that…

You come inside, kick off your shoes and pour yourself a long glass of cool water. It slakes your thirst, cools the sides of your throat as it makes its way down into your belly. It is such a wonderful feeling, this. The feeling of cool water inside you. You feel it go up into your eyes and into your ears, this feeling. Cool, fresh, divine…

You wonder how you can finish your evening. And you think of a bath.

A bite to eat, just enough to stave off the hunger pains, another glass of water and you pour yourself a little whiskey. Taking it with you into the bathroom, you slowly take off your clothes; jeans, top, socks, bra and underwear. You look in the mirror and you are happy with what you see. A bit dusty, some sweat marks, a few scratches and a bruise or two, but generally you look pretty good. You turn and check your back. That, too, is good. Age has not been unkind…

You turn on the bath to run and get into the shower to wash off the worst of the dirt.

The hot water relaxes you, and you just stand there a long moment, there is no rush. You take the soap and wash your body well. Your neck, shoulders, under your arms. Breasts, belly, hips and buttocks. Your legs, all the way down to your feet, and between them. The feeling of your soapy fingers between your legs is nice. Smooth, slippery. Not sexual, just nice. You think about your bath….

You give your face a wash and let the hot water stream onto your head. The tension and dirt wash away. You could stay here all night….

But you want to sit, not stand, so you step out of the shower, see that the bath is filling nicely and the room is full of the scent of your bath oils. You step over the edge and slide into it slowly, feeling the warmth of the water envelope you, the oils caressing your clean skin. It is a big bath, like a spa, with ledges on both sides and another running down the middle of it so you can lie down and feel the water swirl around you from all sides. You reach for your whiskey and take a sip. Oh, so relaxing… you feel a warming in your chest, your belly and, yes, between your legs. You lie there for…. how long you don't know….

I come into the room to run some water over my face. I have been writing all day and I, too, am happy with what I have done. You look up at me dreamily. I love the sight of you like this, so relaxed, so peaceful. So comfortable in your skin. It brings me great joy to see you like that. I leave….

You lie there for a little longer then call out softly. I pad quietly through the door and you ask me to join you.

I look at you, smile, and strip off my clothes; jeans and top, and tie up my hair. I start to get hard, I can't help it. Languid, you smile back….

I slip into the bath next to you and sit on the ledge at your feet. I lean back away from you and I feel the jets of water play on my back, move myself so they hit my shoulders and take away the knots. Me, too, I relax… It is a big bath, big enough for two, probably a dozen if everyone sat still. But we do not…. so there is only room for two.

The water is a comfortable temperature, the oils fill the room with their scent and we are both calm. I sit up, take a sip of your whiskey and pick up a sponge, lift your right foot out of the water, and wash it carefully, massaging your toes and ankles until you feel all the tension go out of them.... I do the same for your left. Then the right again, and again the left. You lie there with your eyes open but your breathing is steady. I can see you are almost asleep….

Staying with your left leg, I lift it clear of the water and wash your calf, knee and halfway up your thigh. I put your leg back down so your foot is next to your right knee and your left knee is resting against the side of the bath. Massaging, working out the knots, letting the water streams help me. You relax and stretch your arms out along the back of the bath. The tops of your breasts are just above the water. You close your eyes….

I take your right leg and wash it carefully then place it back under the water in the same position as your left; your feet are sole-to-sole, your knees resting on the sides of the bath. I massage your right leg and when I finish I start on both. Up the calves, around the knees, down your thighs. My fingers on top and my thumbs underneath, I massage and squeeze as I work my way towards your open groin. You sigh….

Back down your legs to your feet, I play with your toes then slowly work my way all the way back to your hips. I lean forward and gently kiss you on the chin.

I move your legs so I can sit on the ledge groin to groin. I am hard now and you can feel me resting against your pussy. I take the sponge and, under the water, carefully wash your belly, your breasts, and under your ribs. You move a little and my cock slips into you. Water, oil, you. So silky, so smooth. Your warmth wraps itself around me. It is the most wonderful feeling… We stay still like that, joined in the most intimate way possible. Your eyes are closed, your arms stretched out along the edge of the bath, your legs wrapped around my back. You are beautiful and I am in you…

I gently massage your breasts, your shoulders, your neck and as much of your arms as I can reach. You let me take your left arm from the bath edge and I massage it, all the way down to your fingers, pulling them one at a time, and back up to your shoulder. I put it back.

You give me your right arm and I do the same. We are still joined. You are lying in the water completely calm, wrapped up in a moist bubble. The air is heavy with the scent of the oil. I am sitting, wrapped up in the same bubble, and you.

I move a little, you push back and open your eyes. I see it is time…

I pull out of you and compared with your warmth the bath water is cool, it is probably a good thing… a bit of cool water.

You turn around so you are leaning against me and a water jet is playing directly onto your pussy. Your hand drops between your legs. I know you love this sensation, you have told me before and I have, on occasion, watched you in the intimacy of your bath. You don't know that I have watched you but sometimes you leave the door open, just a little. I do sometimes wonder, though, if you don't do it deliberately… ;-)

But today I am in the bath with you holding you. Wrapped up in my arms, you lean back and let the water do its work. Your eyes close, your fingers move and you come. Ever so gently, with barely a shudder. I hold you, kiss the top of your head, and wait for you to come back to earth…

You are such a beautiful being, so comfortable in your skin. You bring me such joy…