After an evening at the theater, as I returned from discharging the chauffeur for the night, she greeted me at the door, looking like a beauty queen in the glamourous gown which had everyone watching her glorious cleavage rather that the show, with a bottle of fine champagne in one hand, two crystal flutes in the other, a sparkle in her eyes and a mischievous smirk on her lips. As I caught the aroma of vanilla and lavender candles, in the background I could just hear the soft burble of the Jaquzzi, which was overfilled with bath oil beads. After geting a comfortable buzz on and making out passionately for a good spell, the petting got heavy, each of us feverishly groping one another, but there was no need to rush. We slowly undressed each other, sliding towards the silky bath, absorbed in an amorous embrace. In the warm water, her luxurious, tan skin glistened, and the tensions rose ever higher, leaving us both teasing with anticipation. We took turns giving and receiving sensual massage, eventually giving in to the irresitable urge to devour each other. Beyond our control, we were consumed by the raging inferno of passion. We then sunk back into the liquid warmth of the tub, immersed in the delicious aftertaste of one another, to regain our composure.

After drying each other, we went to her dressing room to select lingerie for setting the mood in the bedroom.

She put on a little fashion show of sexy haute couture for me while trying on a number of eye popping pieces, between which I couldn't keep from caressing and kissing her perfect breasts and voluptuous soft place. She didn't mind, so picking out a couple of favorites took a while before I left to check that the satin sheets were turned back just so and properly secured, and to get a fire lit in the fireplace.

Just as I realized that I was more aroused that I'd ever been, she appeared as a vision of heaven in the doorway, this time with a small tray of various lotions in one hand and a black velvet blindfold and silk scarves in the other.

We tantalized each other until the anxiety became unbearable with my mink glove and the pealength feathers from the arrangement in the sitting area. The next several hours were spent among explosive bouts of mindless ecstacy, ascending plateau upon plateau of unimaginable pleasure, and by the time we came up for air, the sun had risen. But, it was Saturday, so we decided to take a long shower, have brunch in bed, and spend the rest of the weekend curled up in each others arms, caressing, kissing, lost in each other, emptying that tray full of exquisete ointments the mattress was a total loss, oblivious to the world...