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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
His Show
He rushed into his media room and turned on the monitor. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t have missed anything. “Damn traffic,” he thought. “Why was it so damn heavy at 8 o’clock in the evening?” He loathed missing even a second of his nightly show.
As the screen flickered on, though, he saw that he was just in time. She was just walking into the bathroom. He was hoping this wouldn’t be just a shower night, but with his powerful pinhole cameras, he could see the tension and stress on her beautiful face and he knew it was bath time.
He sat back in his plush but firm leather chair and watched intently as she slowly stripped out of her skirt and blouse, dropping them haphazardly on the floor. He used his remote control to zoom in for a better look as she pulled off her panties and freed her bountiful breasts from their restraints.
She moved her petite frame around the large bathroom, turning on the hot water in the tub, setting up her stereo with one of her favorite bath time CDs (he couldn’t tell which yet but was pretty sure it was either Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz or Matt Nathanson) and lighting candles. Her breast swayed deliciously in time with her hips and he found himself growing rigid already.
She bent over the tub to pour some bath salts in, giving camera #1, positioned in the wall opposite the tub, a perfect shot of her firm ass and her thick pussy lips. Camera #2, set at a downward angle in the wall above the shower nozzle, caught the bouncing of her breasts as she leaned over. He licked his lips and opened his fly, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.
When the tub was full, she turned off the water, pressed play on the stereo (it was Matt Nathanson after all), turned off the lights and stepped into the candle-lit bath. She sank down into the steamy water and he could see the stress melt away from her face as the water enveloped her, leaving only her head and the tips of her tits exposed to the air.
For about 20 minutes she was still and he thought she may have fallen asleep. He took the opportunity to look her over, this woman that he’d seen so many times in the past few months. Every time, though, he was amazed at how beautiful, how sensual she was. Her thick auburn hair was now piled on top of her head, her luscious lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply, her curvy yet slender body the perfect shade of healthy bronze. He gently stroked himself as he took every inch of her in.
Though she seemed completely relaxed, he knew from experience that her baths weren’t complete without one final release of tension. She proved him correct as her hands started to roam, fingernails tracing patterns on her skin. Over the rhythmic music, he could hear her start to moan as one hand pinched her nipples and the other ventured between her legs.
It wasn’t long before her hand left her sweet spot and reached to the basket next to the tub. Without looking, she picked up what she was looking for: an oddly shaped, pink vibrator. He noticed that this one seemed to be her new favorite toy, ever since she had gotten her new order a few weeks ago.
She draped one leg over the side of the tub and brought the vibrator down between her thighs. Zooming in camera #2, he could see that the she was using the nub of the vibrator to trace along her pussy, from her clit down to her ass and back up. Circling the nub around her clit, her moans became louder and he stroked himself faster.
She then flipped the vibrator over and cradled her clit in the cupped side. Her fingers pulled at her nipples as she held the powerfully vibrating tool to her clit. His hips bucked in time with hers as they both got closer and closer to climax. Her scream of ecstasy erupted just as his seed did. They both collapsed, her against the coolness of the tub, him against the coolness of the leather chair, and waited for their breathing to slow down.
He started to clean himself up, eyes still glued on the screen, and she placed the vibrator back in the basket, pulled the plug on the tub and stood up, wrapping a towel around herself. A small smile played on her lips as she stepped out of the tub, turned on the lights, turned off the stereo and blew out the candles. She began to leave the bathroom but paused and turned around. Looking straight at the camera, straight through to him, she said, “Good night,” and walked out of the bathroom.
As the screen flickered on, though, he saw that he was just in time. She was just walking into the bathroom. He was hoping this wouldn’t be just a shower night, but with his powerful pinhole cameras, he could see the tension and stress on her beautiful face and he knew it was bath time.
He sat back in his plush but firm leather chair and watched intently as she slowly stripped out of her skirt and blouse, dropping them haphazardly on the floor. He used his remote control to zoom in for a better look as she pulled off her panties and freed her bountiful breasts from their restraints.
She moved her petite frame around the large bathroom, turning on the hot water in the tub, setting up her stereo with one of her favorite bath time CDs (he couldn’t tell which yet but was pretty sure it was either Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz or Matt Nathanson) and lighting candles. Her breast swayed deliciously in time with her hips and he found himself growing rigid already.
She bent over the tub to pour some bath salts in, giving camera #1, positioned in the wall opposite the tub, a perfect shot of her firm ass and her thick pussy lips. Camera #2, set at a downward angle in the wall above the shower nozzle, caught the bouncing of her breasts as she leaned over. He licked his lips and opened his fly, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.
When the tub was full, she turned off the water, pressed play on the stereo (it was Matt Nathanson after all), turned off the lights and stepped into the candle-lit bath. She sank down into the steamy water and he could see the stress melt away from her face as the water enveloped her, leaving only her head and the tips of her tits exposed to the air.
For about 20 minutes she was still and he thought she may have fallen asleep. He took the opportunity to look her over, this woman that he’d seen so many times in the past few months. Every time, though, he was amazed at how beautiful, how sensual she was. Her thick auburn hair was now piled on top of her head, her luscious lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply, her curvy yet slender body the perfect shade of healthy bronze. He gently stroked himself as he took every inch of her in.
Though she seemed completely relaxed, he knew from experience that her baths weren’t complete without one final release of tension. She proved him correct as her hands started to roam, fingernails tracing patterns on her skin. Over the rhythmic music, he could hear her start to moan as one hand pinched her nipples and the other ventured between her legs.
It wasn’t long before her hand left her sweet spot and reached to the basket next to the tub. Without looking, she picked up what she was looking for: an oddly shaped, pink vibrator. He noticed that this one seemed to be her new favorite toy, ever since she had gotten her new order a few weeks ago.
She draped one leg over the side of the tub and brought the vibrator down between her thighs. Zooming in camera #2, he could see that the she was using the nub of the vibrator to trace along her pussy, from her clit down to her ass and back up. Circling the nub around her clit, her moans became louder and he stroked himself faster.
She then flipped the vibrator over and cradled her clit in the cupped side. Her fingers pulled at her nipples as she held the powerfully vibrating tool to her clit. His hips bucked in time with hers as they both got closer and closer to climax. Her scream of ecstasy erupted just as his seed did. They both collapsed, her against the coolness of the tub, him against the coolness of the leather chair, and waited for their breathing to slow down.
He started to clean himself up, eyes still glued on the screen, and she placed the vibrator back in the basket, pulled the plug on the tub and stood up, wrapping a towel around herself. A small smile played on her lips as she stepped out of the tub, turned on the lights, turned off the stereo and blew out the candles. She began to leave the bathroom but paused and turned around. Looking straight at the camera, straight through to him, she said, “Good night,” and walked out of the bathroom.
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