Stress Relief

I pace the floor in anticipation eager for your arrival. I have been looking forward to this night for two weeks and finally it has arrived! But you’re not home yet. It is after 6:00pm on Friday. I stop pacing in the kitchen and stare out the window.

...I watch you as you sleep. A look of perfect peace found only in the deepest sleep covers your face. You are so beautiful. I want to touch you, but oh, how I hate to wake you. I brush your dark brown hair from your face gently caressing your cheek. You smile softly at my touch. You open your eyes. My heart stops as you look at me. Those eyes surround me, draw me in, and soothe the ache in my heart. I lie near you and draw you closer feeling your warmth. The curves of your body, the softness of your skin, the sweetness of your hair, the sound of the key in the lock....

The key in the lock! Your home! I run to the door...I stop and stare. I don't say anything. I caress your cheek. You are so real. In my anticipation… I was afraid... you were a dream. But not even a dream could be this perfect. I see the face I saw this morning covered not with peace but with the concern, stress, anger, and exhaustion of a workday. You reach down to pull off your shoes and I grasp your arm. You look at me.

“Spencer, I am really tired I....”

“I know.” I whisper.

I reach forward and touch your face wrapping my arms around you to just hold you. You tense up and begin to pull away from me. You begin to protest.

“Spencer, I....”

“Shhh, not another word.” I whisper.

You sigh. Exasperated. Exhausted. You force yourself to go along with me. I gently lift you into my arms. I look deeply into your eyes. You relax and rest yourself in my arms. Up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom I carry you. I sit you on the edge of the bed and remove your shoes.

You stare down at me as I rub your feet. You lie back on the bed and sigh in pleasure. I rub the balls of feet, your heels, flex each toe, massaging out the tension of your day. You lay back on the bed breathing softly your eyes closed. I lean over your still, silent body, and begin to kiss your eyes, lips, and neck. You giggle as I lick your ears. I drink in the beauty of your face.

I grasp your hands and pull you from the bed. Slowly, I pull the suit jacket down off your arms. I begin to unbutton your blouse pulling it out of your skirt. I turn you around to take it off exposing the soft tanned skin of your shoulders and back. I unclasp your bra brushing it from your body. You turn to me ever so slightly as I kiss you on the neck and shoulders.

You sigh as I drop to my knees to unzip your skirt. Your skirt drops eagerly to floor revealing matching panties, toned, tanned, firm buttocks and calves. You don’t wear hose because your legs are tight and tan and smooth. I run my hands up your legs reveling in their smooth, graceful, curving, softness reaching for your panties. Slowly, I remove your panties touching, reaching, caressing your body as I descend. You reach back to steady yourself as I lift your feet. I pause to worship the body standing before me. I run my hands up your ankles, your legs, up your thighs. I caress your butt, run my fingers along your rib cage, to stop and firmly grasp your perfect breasts as I hold you.

Now with all of your clothes on the floor you are breathing heavier than before. You turn to me revealing your excitement to me in the erect nipples of your breasts. I pull you to me once more and kiss you passionately savoring the sweetness of your mouth. I cannot resist running my hands over your perfect body once again, yet I stop, forcing myself to control our passions, because I’m not through with you…yet.

I reach down and lift you in my arms and carry you to the other side of our bedroom. I lay you on the floor onto a large mat. Gently, I roll you over directing you to lie facedown. With a look of absolute puzzlement you comply. Slowly, you begin understand when you feel the oil drip over your back and shoulders and feel my naked body slide over you.

I begin to work your shoulders and neck soothing the knotted muscles lying beneath that tanned skin. I work the muscles in your arms and hands, moving down your sides onto your buttocks. Here I linger easing the tension from those magnificent cheeks lying before me. You groan in pleasure and anticipation. I move farther down and knead the muscles of your thighs and calves. You have melted completely in my hands. The smile on your face reveals the pleasure you feel. Oh, what glorious joy I feel!

I turn you over and being to massage the temples of your forehead, under your eyes, around your cheeks, across your collarbone, and down to your breasts. I lift your arms over your head and begin to circle your breasts in small strokes. I move on down to your stomach, pelvic mound, the front of your thighs, and down your legs to your feet. You sigh and stretch in complete pleasure.
I silently lift you from the mat and carry you into the bathroom. I step over the side of the tub and lay you gently into the steaming hot bubble bath. You lean forward and grasp my neck and kiss me. I pull you close to me and savor the sweetness of your mouth and the closeness of your body. Gently, I break the kiss and lower you gently under the water. I reposition myself behind you and begin to scrub your back.

I fill the soap expander with apple-scented soap and cover your body. The exfoliating beads roll around your skin taking the cares of the day with it. I scrub your back, arms, breasts, stomach, on down your legs, covering you in a soapy heaven. I take the washcloth and rinse your body with the steaming water of the bath. I lean you forward as I fill my hands with shampoo and begin to work the lather into your scalp. You moan in exquisite joy. The luxurious brown hair wraps itself around my hands. Switching positions with you again I rinse the soap from your hair. You lie back in contented silence as I bath myself.

Once again I lift you from the tub and stand you on the rug. I wrap your hair in a large white towel. I rub the towel slowly over your body. Over your shoulders and back, down your arms and sides. I linger around your breasts teasing you with my fingers. I rub the towel down your stomach and along your legs. I stop to inhale your womanhood and kiss your thighs. You moan in anticipation. I stand before you. I pause to worship the magnificent body before me. Reaching behind the door I remove a robe and wrap you up. I lift you to your feet carrying you to bed.

You reach out and touch my naked and aching manhood. I gently brush your hand away. “Rest, I whisper, “I will return in a while. I’ll go and fix us dinner.” Nodding your consent you lie back and fall into a peaceful sleep. I watch you and I drink in that look of peace found only in the deepest of sleep.