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It had been a long day...the bitter cold snow, the driving wind, the frozen mud and the endless forest. He still wondered why he chose logging as a profession. The hours are terrible, the conditions awful. The only thing that seemed to make it worthwhile was the loving arms of his amazing wife. Although she worked, she was home every night when he got home. Today would be different though, he was home early...he had planned the whole afternoon and evening. He would get home at 2:00, get a hot shower to thaw out and then cook a romantic dinner of Chicken Marsalis, a salad, and just the right bottle of wine. As he undressed in the bathroom he smiled at the thought of spending the evening looking into the eyes of his personal dream come true. To think he almost went through life without her was a painful thought he tried hard to ignore. The shower was on, and the room was quickly filling with steam, the stereo in the bedroom was playing a mix of mellow music his wife called his "muse music." As he stood in the shower, water pelting his back and neck, he gave in to his weariness. He had plenty of time before she would be home; he could lay here in the tub with the hot water hitting his chest and torso and nap for a minute. He had fallen asleep like this before and when the water turned cold he would wake up. He grabbed a towel from the rack and put it behind his neck as he reclined in the tub. The water felt wonderful, the steam felt better and his mind began to drift. He wasn't quite sleeping, but had definitely reached the point of being able to see what he was thinking about. As he drifted in and out he thought he heard a noise but refused to open his eyes. That is until the water falling on him suddenly stopped. Not turned off, but redirected. 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He opened his eyes fully now and tried to hide the boyish grin on your face. "How'd you know..." he began as she ran her big toe along the side of what had given him away. "Oh, yeah," he grinned. "I guess that was a dead giveaway." "It doesn't look very dead to me," she commented as he rose to his feet. Their bodies met as he put his arms around her and savored her presence. After all this time, she felt amazing beneath his touch. Her soft skin, her rounded hips, and those endless pools of passionate brown eyes, he decided then and there that there was no other place on earth he'd rather be. She ran her hands down his face she commented on the fact that we could use a shave, "Ya know, this tends to tickle my thighs...mind if I shave it off ?" He bursa escort bayan (http://harborc.com/) gladly consented to her control and enjoyed the feel of her hands moving over his face. She was careful and methodical as she lathered his face and began to work. "Stop grinning or I'm going to knick you," she scolded. He was trying not to, but the look of concentration on her face was making it hard. Finishing her task, she rinsed his face with warm water and rubbed her cheek against his. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice," she cooed. As he stepped from the shower intending to drip dry over the pile of clothes on the floor she stopped him with a hand on his arm. Handing him the razor she asked, "Care to return the favor?" "I'd be glad to, but didn't I just watch you shave your legs" he questioned ? "I wasn't thinking about my legs," she replied with that devilish grin he enjoyed so much. "Oh my," was all he could say as his mind drifted back to the first time she had mentioned this idea. At the time he had no idea that she would ask him to perform such an intimate and delicate act. "Oh my indeed," she responded as she sat on the edge of the tub and offered an open view of the project at hand. "I have no idea where to start," he said nervously. "Don't worry; I'll walk you through it. First, you need to get some soap and get me all lathered up," she offered while handing him the soap. He dropped to his knees and proceeded to follow every direction to the letter. He was beginning to enjoy what he was doing when he noticed her breathing had changed, her eyes had closed and her head was thrown back. "Um...am I doing it right," he asked in mock seriousness. He couldn't understand a word she said but continued moving his fingers until a little shudder ran through escort bursa (http://harborc.com/) her body. She quickly regained her composure and gave him his next instructions. While continuing to work he commented, "I bet that doesn't happen when you're doing this yourself." In a silky voice she answered, "I bet it does." This took him slightly by surprise but he liked it... a lot. As he finished up the task at hand he couldn't help but plant a tender kiss where he knew she would enjoy it. Showered and shaved they moved from the bathroom to the kitchen. "Now what," she asked. "Well, unless you want to skip dinner, I need to get cooking." She sat at the kitchen table in her loose silk robe. She truly contemplated skipping dinner and everything else in his life to be consumed by her love for him. "Well... you could sit there drinking wine while I prepare an amazing meal," he offered. She gladly agreed to be his living art although she was still getting used to the fact that he truly did find her so beautiful. She watched as he moved around the kitchen. She tried to put words to what she was seeing, graceful but not feminine, comfortable but not completely, masculine but not cumbersome. There was a conservation of movement combined with a sense of purpose. It was times like these she allowed her mind to wander, back to their reunion; the way they stared, the disbelief, the instant level of comfort. Her second glass of wine on an empty stomach had begun to affect her and she was enjoying that fuzzy feeling. Although, truth be told, since they had been together she had been feeling fuzzy a majority of the time. At first it was a constant state of sexual arousal, but a feeling of utter contentment had been added to it lately and she knew she had finally found the thing for which she had searched. Her daydream was broken as she heard his voice, "Are you going to eat or just keep looking off into space with that silly grin on your face?" As if by magic, before her on the table was a steaming meal that smelled wonderful.