He turned on the water, as it ran into the tub he walked out of the bathroom grazing my lips lightly with his own. When he was in the living room I dropped clothes all over the bathroom floor. He lit candles all over the bathroom and dimmed the lights all over my apartment. He came back into the bathroom and took my hand. I stepped into the bathtub just as Frank Sinatra drifted in from the living room. While I sank into the steaming water he sat on the floor just outside the tub. I leaned forward and he ran his hand from the bottom of the tub up my back drawing a warm trickle of water onto my skin. Another hand gently stroked back hair from my face and he kissed me deeply. My wet fingers entwined in his hair and he sighed. He smiled at me; "When we live together, the tub must be big enough for us to both get into at the same time." We both laughed softly into one another's ears. He kissed me again, then sat a cold drink down for me on the edge of the tub. "Relax honey, I'll be in the other room... Call me when you're done, I'll come dry you off." It was difficult to stay in the tub for any extended period of time with him out there by himself. To distract myself I shaved my legs. When I was ready to get out he came back in with a towel and a bottle of lotion... The rest.... The rest, was hotter than the steaming bath.

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I'm taking a scuba lesson next week, and I've decided to try belly dancing as well. I do so love to shake my ass.