Once again my eyes closed, I begin to caress my stomach, slowly bringing our hands to my breast. Each hand has each mound. I slowly caress the roundness of my breast, I feel the tenderness and the desire for you in them. I bring my fingers to my already hardened nipples as I take each one and circle them with my fingers. The traces of our fingers brings a jolt through my body. With the tingle traveling to everywhere, I sigh a small moan. I begin to be a bit tougher as they beg to be toyed with. My nipples become sensitive to the slight pinch they are receiving. The heat within me, rising.

I slowly reach to slip my panties down, why did I even put these on.

With traces of soap still left on my skin, places I didnt dry off completely, we begin to caress my stomach once more, hands aching to go lower. I soon begin to bring them lower as on hand has gone back to one of my breast, the other goes lower alone. My fingers fall onto the top of my pubic bone, where the freshly shaved skin feels soft. My finger traces the letter B on my skin, showing you, above me, its yours. And yours alone. My finger moves to the fold of where my leg is attached to my body. The caress of just a finger tickles a bit, but just enough to evoke more heat. As I want to go slower I cant help but want more. I want to touch more as my hand finds the lips of my heat. I trace my fingers along the path of the two folds of skin, they too feel soft from the shave. I am pleasured by the softness beneath my touch. I start to trace the line bewtween them, instantly my legs part, opening them slightly without attempt. Heat suddenly rises as the source meets the cold air. My finger, getting warmed by the effect, wants to go in farther. I part my legs again as if you parted them for me. I trace the outer edge of the entrance of my source. I sigh, wanting and feeling the desire in me rise. I soon feel the moisture of the wetness caused. It helps to glide easily, my figer tips touch my clit. Another bolt ravels through me as if the desire jumped higher. I begin to trace circles around my swelling clit, moving in closer and closer until I am finally right on it. I use two fingers to pressure it, still moving in circles, my near orgasmic feeling attempt release. My finger move a bit faster as I suddenly stop. I am not quite ready yet.

The crave of you inside me, I see you above, smiling down on me, asking me to go further...I whisper, "anything for you..."

I return to the feel of our hand on my breast, I am kneading them harder, felling my hardened nipple in my palm, the sensations over power me. The want, deepening.

I return my focus to my heat again. This time, after much anticipation, I slowly slid two fingers, slowly inside. The wetness, the slippery wetness, guildes me in as the heat on my fingers, swallows then farther in. I sigh in my anticipation. Memories cause me to whisper your name. Desire calling you, you smile from above.

I begin to move them in and out of me, slowly. My clit begging for attention again, the hand on my breast is needed elsewhere. As I am slowly, still moving my fingers in and out of, this in no way takes the place of you, but I imagine its you inside of me. My free hand becomes busy with rubbing my clit. The pleasure is mounting to an almost climax, but I sense you and obey you, you tell me to wait. I stop for a moment and gather myself, my breathing heavier I listen to my own breathe. I raise my knees up with my feet on the bed and beging caressing my thighs once more. I am moving my hand ravishly as I find the warmth of my inner thighs again, my knees fall open, exposed totally to the visions of you, all of me. I can no longer hold off anymore, my fingers find my clit again. Anticipation mounting once more, even stronger than before. I try to move my fingers slowly, but my clit is screaming for rougher caressing. With one hand back on my breast, my fingers start to immediately listen to the wants of my clit as I begin stroking it even more. Feverishly rubbing the most sensitive part of me now, I can feel the hardness of the swelling, its got me turned on beyond belief as I continue giving it a bit of ravishing attention. I stop for a second to sneak a finger inside of me, the wetness inviting as I reach in and find my G-Spot. I moan as the pleasure begins to mount again, the palm of my hand firmly feeling the swollen clit and a finger inside, I beging to rub like never before. I give a pinch to my nipple as my hand below is moving faster, I will not stop, I want it and I begin to feel my body tense, as orgasm is soon at hand. Feverishly rubbing, fingers moving, pressure on my g-spot, the bud hardening even more, I give into the emotions and every passion I feel with you as I rapidly go into my orgasm. I continue, I ride it, waves moving throughout my entire body, RELEASE!

I ease up on the rubbing, still keeping my palm on, I see it through to the very end. I lie there still, spasms still lingering, I close my eyes and try and regain my breathing. I open my eyes and still see you above me, you kiss me on my lips and dissappear into the night. You thanked me, I close my eyes and drift into a peacefull sleep.

I gathered my things, like my green, silk robe and a pair of black, thonged panties.

I also grabbed a deep red (almost purple) fluffy towel.

I also grabbed a glass of red wine that was poured a few minutes earlier.

As I walked into the bathroom, I didnt bother turning on the lights, instead I lit 3 small candles that were just small enough, to line the side of the tub with.

As I lit the candles, one by one, I can smell the scents from the candles, fresh berries filled the air. I placed each one, strategically along the sides as I also sat my wine glass on the floor next to the tub.

I started to adjust the water to fill the tub. As you know, I love bubble baths and have my trusty suds nearby. As I slowly pour the liquid into the streaming water, I watch as the candlelite blazed against the colors before me. The bubbles quickly foamed and it was time to get ready. The smell of the bubbles, the candles as well as my wine made me think of one of your songs. I went and turned on the CD player as I had recorded your music onto a CD, in preparation for tonight. The softness of the sounds, completed the mood.

I slowly started to undress, taking my time, giving into the mood, thinking of you.

I raised my shirt slowly above and over my head, I kicked off my shoes and reached for the top buttons on my jeans.

I closed my eyes, thought of you, and instantly they were your hands, unbuttoning the denim.

As I released the bind of my jeans, I placed my palms on my sides, as if they were yours, and slowly slip them down over my hips.I could feel the palms of our hands gliding against my skin, bringing the jeans to my knees. Releasing them, they fall to my feet. I slowly pull my feet out and am now parted from the denim. I slip off my socks and now I am standing there in my purple laced set. Nothing else.

From this moment on, my hands are now yours.

I close my eyes and place our hand on my shoulder, feeling the skin beneath them, I slowly drop on of the straps. The skin on my shoulders are now yours to caress. The other side has slid down in sync.

I reach behind me to find the clasp, I gently release it as my lace bra falls into my hands. I place it to the side on the counter.

Once again, our hands are lowered to my thighs, caressing the smoothness of my skin. I place our thumbs on either side, and gently start to pull the thongs down over my hips. As they are lowered, slowly, I can feel the string of material, release from between my legs, evoking a tingle through my stomach, knowing I am already sensitive to touch. The panties fall to my feet as I slowly step away from them.

I start to step a foot into the hot water. The heat of the water evokes even more as it adds to the emotions starting to form. Both feet in, I lean to turn the flow of water off. All I can hear is the music softly playing as I begin to sit amidst the bubbles and steam.

Before relaxing I grabbed the glass of wine, waiting to be picked up. I then leaned all the way back and surrounded my body in water and bubbles. I sip the wine, close my eyes and thought of nothing but you.

Passionate memories of you and I, the softness of your skin, the hardness of your body, the feel of your body against mine, soon had me craving you, wanting to touch you, wishing you were here, physically.

I sat up a bit, took a big sip to finish the wine, and laid back once more. With the chilled glass still in my hands. I placed the glass against my chest, where my heart is. As soon as the coldness hit my skin, the heat from my body, the water and my emotions, soon had the glass warmed. I ran the empty glass across my chest and brushed it on one of my breast. The still a bit of chill on the glass felt good against one of my nipples as it caused my nipple to harden. I closed my eyes as I thought of your lips, kissing my breast and your mouth engulfing the tip of it. The soapy subs cause a slippery feel to the glass as I bring it to my other breast, sighing as the chilled glass quickly warms. The smoothness of the glass traces my breast and glides easily on my skin. I caress the glass lower under my breast, just lining the top of my stomach. I close my eyes and feel my desires mounting.

I set the glass back down to the floor as I lay back once again. The scents, the music, the candles still tugging at my passion, building. I start to caress our hands on my breast. I can still feel a small cold spot from the glass as it used to be chilled. Our palms warm it, to match the rest of the heat on my body. The soap once again, eases my caresses as the smoothness of my skin becomes a bit slick. My skin mixed with the lather, becomes silk. Our hands caress my breast and down to my stomach. My eyes closed thinking nothing other than you. You are here with me, I can feel you inside my body, using my limbs to do your deeds.

Our hands trace my thighs once more, the outside. I raised a leg from the water and trace the skin, following the skin to my ankles and back to my thighs again. Water dripping from my feet, they sense the cold air. As I lower them back into the water, my hands go towards my inner thighes. We begin to caress, sliding easily to and from my inner knees to my inner thigh, higher. I dont dare touch were I want just yet. With my eyes closed I return to relax, feeling my wants for you deepening. Its time to get out.

I step from the tub as the bubbles cascade down my entire body, I grab the towel and dry off. Sliding the towel slowly over my body the cloth too, seems to envelop me. I reach for my black thongs, place them on and grab the silk robe and drap it over my shoulders. The silk feels so soothing, you know I love silk. I walk into the bedroom with the candles in my hands. I sit on the edge of the bed, placing the candles on the nightstand and slowly lie on the bed. My robe has been open, why bind my skin...the heat would make it suffer amidst the passion mounting. The robe falls around me, surrounds my body, the front lies open as the cool air mist my hot skin. I close my eyes, and think of nothing but you again. With my hands on my abdomin, I feel you above me, watching me. Wanting to feel my skin as well. I whisper to you, "I am all yours to watch."