I sat alone in the enormous claw tub. Doing as Bill had suggested. Soaking. At 5' 10" it was rare i had the ability to feel small. And yet Bill's tub had this insane way of making me feel that way. Tiny. Wee. My dreams of being petite were dashed by the age of nine. I was already taller than my best friend's dad, and while perfect for a prima ballerina, not destined to be that way, according to Mrs. Chalupski, when I was nine. She lovingly patted my cheek, in what I realized much later was dismissive affection. Tall girls stayed in the back. Bill had a victorian styled porcelain mounted conveniently to the left of the massive tub, holding bath salts, soap, shampoo and loads of candles. He was not yet home from work, and had insisted I take a leisurely soak, due to the insane difficulty of my week. A 7 day 3 city, loads of meetings, week. I won't lie,, knowing i was being pampered was a true treat. He even promised a nice dinner. Bill was a truly considerate and generous man. He could be caring and gentle. Right up to that delicious feral moment. When a switch could flip inside him, and the rough sexual animals we were inside, were released to be free. Or as he could jokingly refer to it, " Wild monkey sex" I was sipping my Beaujolais Nouveau. I had seen it had just been delivered as I passed a wine store in Boston. " oh what luck!" I thought, the moment I saw it. I jogged in and had them package 6 bottles to ship to home. And I took a bottle with me on the plane. While I am sure they have this somewhere in Nashville, I have yet to find it. The slightly chilled wine was fruity, reminding me of summer, while i stared dreamily into the candels brightly sparkling in the nearly dark room. The day outside had slipped into night, in much the same way I had slipped into the warmth 9f this delicious tub. I was breathing in the aromatic scent from the candles while I closed my eyes relaxing into the warm water which enveloped me nearly completely. While the fruity taste of wine danced on my tongue, and my mind drifed away floating on the romantic notes of Debussy's Clair de lune playing softly on the bathroom speakers. When I woke the water had cooled, and the tubs plug had been pulled. While the hot water poured in. I was looking into the bright eyes of my handsome man I smiled at him and sat up in the tub to kiss him hello. I heard a soft growl like an almost purr eminate from him with the kiss. He pulled away looking me in the eyes and said in his low seat voice, " That tastes nice," I giggle and asked, me or the wine?" " yes," he responded while kissing me again. He parted my lips with his darting tongue owning my mouth in an instant. We were eye to eye as he knelt next to the tub. He reached in for a quick nipple pinch, while he stood shocking his shoes and while peeling his polo shirt over his head asked where the wine was. I told him it was outside on the porch table, expaining it was the perfect temp to serve. I heard him laughing and saying while he retrieved the bottle. " That must be why I like it. Cool and a little bit of sweet, not like what you usually drink." I turned off the water the tub quite warm now. And I sunk back into the water having retrieved a brown and purple which was evergreens and cranberry orange. It always smelled like Christmas when I would be baking and open the window to let some cool air in. Our home was an a lot on a small hill, surrounded by pine trees. It was perfect fragrance if Bill was joining me. The bath bomb began it's fixing sound while it propelled itself around the tub in its desolving dance. Bill had hoped in behind me instantly having walked in completely naked, proudly holding the bottle of wine, like a victorious dragon slayer. He turned my head, and kissed me, hard and demanding. When he pulled away, he refilled the glass. Took a sip and handed it to me. When I had placed the glass on the floor he whispered in my ear" Wild monkey sex," making me goggle. I leaned back into his chest. His strong arms encircled me, his hands taking ownership of my breasts, caressing pinching owning He reache below the water and found my already alert nub,, gliding his finger inside me i clinched on it instantly. His hardness was already poking my back. We were both primed for action. I turned easily in the tub to face him his long legs wrapping around me in an instant His large cock, begging to be touched. Using both hands I both cupped and massaged his huge balls, and with authority, stroked him. He surprised me by standing, and taking his own cock one stroke, and he erupted on my chest. Leaving each pointed nipple and breast coated in his white creamy treasure. It all happened so quickly, I was surprised. I heard loud knocking and the doorbell ringing. Bill told me not to move and leave his deposit exactly where it was . He grabbed his robe from the hook on the back of the door. And came back telling me to come and eat. Door dash had brought dinner, we are in the kitchen with the shared living room fireplace roaring beautifully. I looked at his nipples, easily as pointed as my own. His handsome face focused on serving the plates. We ate in relaxed naked silence. Even after dinner he did not allow me to touch or move the cum he had left on my breasts. We made love sever times more before morning. I touched the dried deposit the next morning and smiled, knowing I wore him all night through. He walked in and saw me touching his crusty gift, when he brought me coffee. He told me I would be wearing it all day too. And the next time I traveled, he wanted to travel with me in that way. Explaing simply. I was marked. I was his. And even if we were far away from one another. We still belonged together. That weedend was all about wild monkey sex, and the mark of feral beings we were. I think we visited and had sex on every surface in the house. On Sunday evening as I began to fall asleep in his arms I told him IĀ was proud to travel with his mark on me, because I was his. And always would be. . ((tn))
