The Temptress - Chapter 1

The Temptress

Chapter 1

Bubbles scampered amongst the surface of the water, as additional liquid is place into the massive tub.

Malia detaches her short cotton, pink colored robe. Delicately it slides off soft shoulders, down round hips, slipping to the Mexican title floor.

Tentatively placing a single toe into the bath, checking for the right temperature. “Ahhhh, just right” she coos.

Leisurely she begins her decent into the delectable water. Bubbles disappesing as she paves her way first with her sleek ankles, her tight muscles calf’s, her perfectly sculpted thighs, her voluptuous butt an with her body conforming to the slope of the tub her immense breast because partially submerged. The water encompasses all of her enticing body.

The bubbles rejoined one forming a continuous web, much like a spiders web, never breaking, surrounding her silky smooth flesh.

Tentatively she researches for her treasured plaything, a silver showerhead. She begins to run the shower her over her vivacious breast, delicately massaging them with this bringer of pleasure.

She moves the head of her god, lower, extending it down her flat, tight stomach, ever lower to the top of her shaven-hidden treasure. Slowly she begins to move her hips in unison with the pulsating beat of the warm, tranquil water. Rotating them in much the same way as if she were with her lover.

With the rotation of her hips she places the head right on her bud, her body strains against the showerhead, reaching for this stimulating movement. With her left hand she begins to manipulate her right breast, gently pulling and pinching her nipple.

Her eyes close, her imagination works in strange transcending ways.

She dreams of a tall mysterious stranger that has captivated her attention. As yet she has not come to know this stranger in any sense. She however, knows that when she finally meets this magnificent man she will know within her heart what to do with him. She imagines what they will do once they come together, making love all night long, he fulfilling her every desire.

Malia’s nipples are engorged with the thoughts of her unexplainable man. She can feel a warm glow begging to extend throughout her body, her back aching to meet her silver god.

“mmmmmmm” she moans

She knows that her release will soon be coming, yet she also knows that one, two, three, or even four, may not be enough to satisfy her sexual hunger tonight.

Soon Malia must go out for a while, she must hunt.

Yet she also has a strong compulsion to go find this mysterious stranger, wherever he may be. He has haunted her dreams for several weeks, each dream growing with intensity.

She begins to achieve her multi-orgasms each building with intensity until she screams out in pure unadulterated pleasure.

After an hour or so in the tub, she stands up, careful not to slip, and walks across the room to the shower stall.

Turning on the water, getting in.

The water caresses germ running down her entire body.

She reaches up to her hair and gently removes the clip that contains it, shaking out her long auburn tresses. She lets the water run through her hair, she the grabs her favorite shampoo, which smells like fresh mangos, gently massaging it into her hair. When she has made sure all her hair is washed she turns around to the showerhead and rinses all of the shampoo out.

She then reaches for her removable shower head and a bar of caress body soap, methodically running each over her entire body making sure to pay attention to every part of her silky smooth flesh.

She begins with her sleek neck; moving the bar in a circular motion extending down over her chest, lower still to her breasts gently massaging them, her hand gliding over each one.

She extends the bar ever lower to her stomach; she begins to gently wash her hairless alcove, making sure that it is extra clean. The bar gliding over her nodule sends a shutter up her spine. She knows that if she doesn’t quickly removes it, she will yet again come to orgasm.

Malia leaning back against the shower wall, massages her bud, the bar slipping from her grasp. Her mind eases back into thought of the tall stranger,

With much moaning and great quantities of heavy breathing, she yet again comes to complete orgasm.

When she has finished cumming, she rinses herself off. Getting out of the shower, bending over she flips her hair in front of herm it extends to the tips of her breast. She reaches for a towel with is close by, wrapping he hair in it, with the she flips he towel wrapped head back up and walks into the hallway.

She goes down the hallway to her bedroom with its dark shadows and the soft glow of candlelight.

Entering her room she tosses her towel from her hair onto the bed and goes to her closet. She pushing hanger against hanger until she finds the perfect outfit, an all black one.

She then goes back into the bathroom to blow dry her hair. When she has made sure that her hair is perfect. She begins to skillfully apply her makeup, carefully not to apply too much. She accentuates her eyes with pink and brown, applying just a little mascara and eyeliner, blush along with lipstick.

“There perfect! I will be able to achieve all of my goals tonight.”

With a last look in the mirror, Malia, runs down the stairs to the first floor, grabs her car keys and heads down stairs to the garage and gets into her car.