Another Day’s Work

Darlene lie back in a nice warm bath, one leg dangling over the side, thinking pleasant thoughts as she slowly rubbed one off, just for the pleasure of it, a pleasure she’d been enjoying more often lately.

She brought her dangling leg up back into the tub and squeezed her freshly shaved legs together around her active hand. Taking a deep breath, she lift her butt and exhaled her breath with a soft moan as her body released the lascivious pleasure it had accumulated during the last few minutes.

She eventually dropped her ass back to the tub and smiled contently as the movement of the water surrounding her caressed away the tension her body created during orgasm while her hand, still between her legs, massaged away pulsating throbs of post-clitoral satisfaction.

Eventually she rose, taking time to admire the firmness of her breast, the roundness of her ass, and the figure that still turned heads as she walked down the street, in the mirror before toweling away the moisture on her body and donning her bathrobe.

She glide more than walked bare foot to the bar and poured herself a glass of chardonnay before relaxing on the settee and checking the time, made sure she still had the time, the time she was glad she had to herself.

She picked up the remote and pressed the play button flooding the room with the sounds of Strauss’ Blue Danube as she drift with the tunes to the kitchen where she helped herself to a piece of brie before returning to the settee and to sip away at her wine.

By the time her glass of wine was finished, Darlene decided it was time to dress. Walking into her bedroom, she removed her robe and threw it on the bed leaving her standing completely naked in front of the open bedroom window not caring who, if anyone saw her.

Standing in front of the closet, Darlene browse through her wardrobe intently scanning each and every outfit until she found one that she thought best suited the mood she was in, removed it from its hanger and put it on before accessorizing the outfit with pair of four inch stiletto heels then poured herself another chardonnay before returning to the settee and waited for a knocking at the door.

When the knock finally came, she glanced at the clock on the wall then went to open the door.