Relax

It's been a really long, rough week for you.

Every night when you get back you seem to be a little bit more tired, a little bit more stressed out.

But it's Friday now and you've got the weekend ahead of you, and I'm going to help you relax.

I'd called you earlier, panicking over a leaking tap in the bathroom, concerned when I couldn't get it under control and asking, saucily, if you and your equipment could come over once you'd finished for the day.

Little did you know I'd managed to get it under control earlier, but you'd sounded stressed and I wanted to help you unwind, just a little bit.

You find me upstairs, amongst a cloud of steam from running the bath, bent enticingly over the tub, naked as the day I was born.

I hear you come in, the steps of your boots making me turn and I cross the bathroom to step to you, hands toying with the hem of your work shirt, my mouth against yours before pulling the shirt up and over your head, discarding it on the floor.

Your pants and underwear quickly follow, you kick off your boots, toeing off your socks and now, fully naked, you take me up into your arms, half carrying half pushing me to the tub.

I step back, lifting one leg over and into the tub, then the other, pulling you with me and settling you into the warm water in front of me. I grab the oil off the side of the tub, pouring some into my hands, rubbing it between them to warm it up.

I begin lightly placing a fingertip of either side of your neck just behind your ears and move them in slow circles, increasing the circles and pressure, working upwards your skull, then all the way back down.

My finger tips gently caress your shoulders, kneading softly along your clavicle, up your neck, down your spine, extra attention and pressure on your shoulder blades where a lot of tension is built.

You moan softly, leaning into my touch, eyes half-lidded.

I continue my way down, leaning forward once I get to your nipples and circling them with my tongue, flicking it across the sensitive flesh and smirking at the stiff peaks that form.

I turn, back now against your front, my ass against your hard cock and bend over taking your left foot into my hands, rubbing the top of it with my thumbs starting at the tip and going all the way up over your ankle.

My thumbs move to the sole and arches of your feet, right below the ball or your foot, placing thumbs on opposite sides of each other and rolling them inwards with firm, soothing pressure. I then knead, knuckles first into the soles of your feet to help release the soreness.

Next is your Achilles tendon, I work in smooth, soothing strokes over your heel to your calf, rubbing the heels of your feet in circular motions with harder pressure.

You moan, head titling back, eyes, cracking open slightly to survey me, your cock hardening against my ass.

I continue my ministrations, holding your foot with one hand and using the other to gently pull and squeeze each toe, before repeating it all again on your other foot.

By now you've pulled me around to face you, me in between your legs, looking up at you as my hands move further up your legs, kneading your thighs as I go higher and higher, touching everywhere but your cock and balls.

You moan, hand fisting in my hair, and I take the hint, moving my head to your cock I lick the tip, slowly, looking up at you from under my lashes, hands cupping your balls before taking you fully into my mouth, the tip of your dick hitting the back of my throat.

I bob up and down, tongue darting out, licking your shaft to lubricate it and speeding up, hands still fondling your balls.

Your breath is all soft sighs and heaving pants as you get close to cumming, a hand holding the back of my head, forcing yourself further down my throat.

I tighten my lips, working you with my tongue, mouth, throat and hands and it must be all you need because you cum, bucking against my face and rocketing into my mouth and down my throat and I swallow.

You collapse against the edge of the tub, catching your breath, pulling me into yours arms then into you, kissing the top of my head.

You murmur something about the tap against my skin. I laugh, waving it off, explaining that I'd gotten it under control earlier. It had just been a hectic week, you'd been stressed and I wanted to make you feel better.