Long Commute

The car radio cut out and I tore my eyes from the brake lights in front of me to glance at the in-dash screen as the Bluetooth displayed the incoming call. Maryann's name appeared on the screen. I thumbed the talk button on the steering wheel. "Hey, baby," I called laconically. "Hi, honey," she called from the car speakers. "I figured you'd be home by now. Are you far?" "No, I stopped at my girlfriends house and got some on the way home." It was an old joke between us. "She called, begging, you know how she is, that whiney bitch," I laughed. "Traffic?" I chuckled as I moved another few feet, glancing in the side mirror to see if I could change lanes, as though that might affect anything other than my illusion of forward progress.. "Yeah, a little bit." My usual one-hour commute was closing in on two, with no end in sight. "It looked good until after the bridge, but then it turned on me like a rabid dog." Ahead, around the curve and just past the overpass I thought I saw flashing lights and hoped things would loosen up after that. "Oh, you poor thing. I'll hold dinner. You must be exhausted." Maryann knew I didn't handle traffic well. "How long, do you think?" I explained that I thought the lights ahead might be the end of it. "About forty-five after that, if it clears up." I hoped it wasn't just a cruel deception, just a fender bender caused by the real traffic and that the actual cause of the snarl might still be far ahead. "Oh, my poor man," she commiserated. "You'll be all tense and grumpy by the time you get home." She sounded sad for me, and that cheered me a little. She never took me for granted. I grunted noncommittally. "I know just what you need," she continued. "Forty-five minutes?" "At the minimum," I answered. "That'll be perfect. I'll see you when you get home, dear, and don't you worry about a thing. Drive safe, and let me take care of you." We blew kisses into the phone and the call ended. The radio came back on. The brake lights in front of me switched off and slid ten feet forward only to light up again. I sighed. === Just over an hour later, I pulled up in front of the house, parked and heaved a sigh of accomplishment. I glanced at the clock, noting the two hours and fifteen minutes I'd spent getting home. Grunting with resignation, I opened the door and slowly unfolded myself from the driver?s seat, stretching my back and legs. I heard my old bones and joints groan, pop and click and I exhaled my relief. As if my body knew we were home I suddenly had to piss. I reached in, grabbed my briefcase and half trotted to the door. "Is that you, Greg?" Really? I grimaced, snarling to myself. Was she expecting someone else? With a grunt I hurried to the bathroom, bag in tow, jacket still on. My bladder, Escort Göztepe convinced it was close, barely held on until I got unzipped. Heaving a huge sigh of relief I relaxed and emptied, a sensation of warmth and comfort sweeping through me. Washing up, I checked myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess from running my hand through it in frustration, and I thought there were obvious stress lines around my eyes, making me appear aged instead of older. I grimaced at my reflection and washed up, then grabbed the bottle of mouthwash and took a swig, swished and rinsed. I made my way to the kitchen, feeling half refreshed but still tired and expecting a cold, dried out dinner that I would eat alone, but got a worse surprise. There was nothing. No food at all. I wanted to complain and feel sorry for myself. I mean, seriously, she got home from work way before me. She must have eaten already. I caught myself from the edge of self pity and considered that she might have put it in the fridge, when I heard her voice call me from upstairs. And then I remembered her promise to take my stress away. My mood brightened a bit. "Coming up!" I called out and headed for the hallway. The lights were mostly off and I turned off the kitchen light as I exited. There were just the two of us, so no need to leave all the lights burning. When I turned the corner, I saw the glow of the upstairs landing lights illuminating my way. Turning to head up the stairs I saw Maryann at the top waiting for me, a backlit vision in a white terry cloth robe with a towel wrapped around her hair. I could just make out the slight part in the robe exposing a slender slash of shadowed flesh, from neck to crotch. She stood with her legs slightly parted and her hands on the railing at either side, leaning slightly forward. I smiled a little and my traffic memory began to fade. "Come up here, you," she called softly. "Your bath is prepared." She released the rail with her left hand and extended it down to me. I stood there a second, drinking in the vision of her, but I didn't wait very long. I smiled again, broader this time, and began climbing. When I reached the top step, I paused but she didn't step back. Instead she leaned forward, took my face in her hands and bent down to kiss me. She's only a few inches shorter than me so the step gave her a height advantage and I craned my neck to meet her kiss, returning it softly, one hand reaching to her hip and holding her gently. She made a yummy sound as her tongue tickled my lips. She stepped back and smiled lightly. "Right this way, sir," she cooed with dramatic flair, "your bath awaits." She reached down for my hand and led me to our bedroom. I noticed the candles Caddebostan escort flickering softly as we passed through to the en suite. The door was closed, and she smiled back at me before she opened it. Steam billowed out from the dimly illuminated bathroom. I followed her in and she shut the door behind us. Grinning and feeling the warmth of the room, I turned and gave her another appreciative smile, inhaling the warm air, scented by candles and bath salts. She leaned in and kissed me briefly. I wanted nothing more than to just hold her but she stepped away. "Get yourself undressed and in, I'll be right back." And just like that she turned and left. I stripped my clothes off and stacked them in a pile on the vanity next to the sink. Naked, I tried to see myself in the mirror but it was steamed up. With a shrug I turned to the tub, an oversized monster we'd argued about when we'd had the bathroom redone, and dipped my toe in. It was hot! I slowly eased my foot in and allowed the rest of me to follow until I could rest on my back, my head against the cushion. The heat suffused me, penetrating my tense muscles and stripping my tensions away. I closed my eyes and soaked. I might have dozed, but I think I just zoned out. I was pulled back to reality by the sound of the door. It was behind me and I was too far in the moment to sit up, so I angled my head until Maryann came into view. She was carrying a tray as she closed the door with her foot. She turned her back to me and placed the tray on the sink, then turned and offered me a glass of wine. When she bent to place it in my raised hand her robe fell open and flashed a luscious breast at me. "That's nice," I smiled, "thank you." "I figured you might like a glass," she offered, sitting on the edge of the tub. "Oh, yes, that's nice, too," I grinned. Her robe hung open and her full right breast hung in sultry profile, the dark nipple visible and erect. She followed my eyes and smiled back. "More of that later," she said, but didn't close the robe. She reached over me for the bar of soap. She had removed the towel from her hair and it hung in damp tendrils around her face and shoulders. I watched as she lifted a washcloth from the edge of the tub, dipped it into the hot water and soaped it up to a lather. "Are you going to join me?" I asked with a sly grin. "I've already taken my bath, silly," she smirked, working the soap into the cloth. "Someone special gave me plenty of time to prepare," she intoned in a lilting sing-song. "So I took care of me, and now I can take care of my man." She reached into the water and lifted my arm out and began lather me. I was content to feel her fingers holding my arm and her hand sliding Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan the soapy cloth over and under my arm as I watched her studious expression. She made small talk and I answered, but honestly it was just easy married questions about my day and her own. She didn't push me for details or interrupt, except to kiss me to distract me when my narrative started to gain agitation. And all the while, she washed and rinsed and stroked my arms and legs and back and front. She wet my hair and shampooed it, massaging my scalp before rinsing. She washed my saucy bits, too, taking care to clean them and despite her efforts to keep it clinical and caring, I still became aroused. So sue me. She looked in my face with a knowing grin as she held my filling shaft in her hand. "Hmm," she murmured, "I'm trying to reduce your stress, but it feels like there is some tension growing here." I grinned back at her. "It's not a bad tension," I observed wryly. "No, it isn't," she replied. "But we should take care of it anyway, shouldn't we?" I reached out and flung a wet arm to her shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed me back tenderly, whispering between pecks. "You're getting my robe all wet," she sighed breathily, "I don't want to get cold." "Come in with me, I'll warm you up," I whispered back. "No, silly," she giggled, squeezing my almost engorged shaft. "I'm taking care of you, remember?" She pulled from the kiss, sitting back on her feet next to the tub, then rising and standing slowly to face me, untying the sash of the robe and letting it slip slowly from her shoulders. I watched in rapt attention as she slowly lowered it, exposing her breasts, dark nipples greeting me with beckoning attention, the curve of her rounded globes enticing and pink in the subdued light. The robe slipped further, exposing her slightly rounded and soft belly, then parted and slipped fully away and she stood there, holding it behind her. I gasped. Her hair-shrouded pussy was completely shaved but for a small strip of fur delicately trimmed above her hooded clit. "Oh, fuck, Maryann!" "You like?" "Baby, it's incredible... when?" "I told you," her voice teased with a smile that I looked up to return. "Someone special gave me lots of time to prepare." My cock throbbed with excitement as I reached a hand out to her, but the stood just out of my reach. "Come closer, let me touch." "Not yet," she cooed seductively, "plenty of time for that later." Her denial made me want to stroke it all the more. "First, we've got to address your 'tension' situation." She reached for a big fluffy towel and regarded me thoughtfully, then dropped it. I was already half out of the tub when she returned it to the hook. "On second thought," she mused, and stepping to the tub, added, "maybe you should just kneel up." I scrambled to my knees at one end of the still-warm water as she stepped in at the other end. I watched as she fitted her lovely naked form into the hot water, lowering herself in and crouching down over her knees. Anticipation gripped me.