Picture coming home from a long day at work. You’re exhausted and it’s been just a shit day. After you drop your purse and laptop in the oversized leather chair in the living room, and you pull off your blue heels, you walk into the kitchen and see me standing at the island. You notice the sleeves of my purple oxford shirt, the one you bought me, rolled up over my forearms and you see that I’m opening that bottle of red you really like. Yep, that’s one wine glass…well actually my favorite little antique jelly jar that I drink my wine from. You look me in the eye with a “that’s not going to work” look and you see me smile slyly, and I pour you the wine and pass my favorite glass to you.
As I lean back against the kitchen counter you hear me say in my deep, smooth voice, “Hey I ran you a bath, I thought you might like it after the day you’ve had. Why don’t you go ahead and soak a bit, I’ll bring the bottle up shortly?” You smile and give me a quick kiss on the cheek and head upstairs. I wait in the kitchen, listening to your footsteps above as you undress and walk to the oversized garden tub, full of hot water and those bath salts you like. Yes, I’ve paid attention to that. I hope it’s making you smile up there.
After a moment I hear you playing some music, something mellow and soft. I finish cleaning up downstairs and turn off the lights. I walk up the stairs softly, the hard leather soles of my shoes tapping against the wooden treads, the bottle of that lush red in my hand. I see that you have the lights off and can see the flicker of candlelight, oh good…. you saw the tealights and lighter I left out.
I come into our bedroom and then stand in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame. Fuck me, you are beautiful. Laying in the tub with your head leaned back against a rolled-up towel, your arms on the side of the tub and the almost empty jelly jar of wine in your hand. You notice me out of the corner of your eye, and you smile as you see the wine bottle. You lift the little glass and wiggle it a little as. I walk over with a smile and fill your glass, putting the bottle on the vanity counter then sit down on the edge of the tub by your feet. I slowly look up your slender legs to your full hips, up across your tummy and beautiful breasts to your oh so lovely face. How in the world was I fortunate enough to catch your attention and earn your love and lust?
I get up and kiss you on the forehead, then walk to the shower and get my antique milk glass shaving mug, the badger shaving brush, and my razor. You look at me with a slightly curious cast to your gaze as I put a new blade in the razor. I sit back down on the edge of the tub and put the mug and razor next to me on the edge. I take the brush and gently swirl it in the hot bath water, softening the bristles and getting them wet. You watch as I rub the bristles on the cake of shaving soap in my mug, hearing the sounds the lather makes and the little clicks as the brush handle taps the glass.
I look you in the eyes and say, “trust me.” You return my gaze and softly say, “okay.” Leaning down and reaching in with my left hand I gently lift your left leg out of the water, watching the water run down the muscles of your calf. God your legs are beautiful, even though you don’t seem to think so. I never tire of seeing or touching them.
Slowly I start to rub the shaving brush in small circles by your ankle, working my way up over your calf and shin, spreading the thick, fragrant lather of the shaving soap on your skin. Do you like the way the brush feels as I soap your leg? I’m betting that you do.
And now the trust part, out of the corner of my eye I see you watching my hand as I trade out the brush for the razor, its heavy metal handle balanced in my hand. Starting at your ankle I slowly draw the razor up your leg then turn my head slightly to look at you. Your eyes are relaxed, and you subtly nod your head yes for me to keep going. Are you enjoying the feel of my razor gliding across your skin? Do you like feeling my strong hand supporting your leg, and watching my other hand deftly move the razor further up your leg? Do you like being the focus of all my attention, as I perform this act of service and seduction for you?
Now I’ve finished that leg, I put the razor aside and gently cup the warm water of the bath in my hand and use it to rinse off your leg, getting off the last little bits of lather and feeling how smooth your skin is. I smile as you raise your right leg out of the water and wave your foot a little. I look at you with a smile on my face and I see a matching one on yours. I love that you’re enjoying this.
And now I repeat the process on your right leg, slowly lathering it with my brush, slowly running my razor across your skin until this leg is also soft and smooth. I put your leg back in the water and softly but firmly tell you “stand up.” Once you stand up, and I watch the water run down your beautiful body in little rivers, I once again use my hands to rinse and rub your legs before asking you to step out of the tub so I can dry you off.
I stand behind you, softly drying you with one of those very soft towels we just got. My hands guiding the soft cloth down your back, across your ass and legs, then you turn so I can work my way back up your front. Up your legs to your hips and tummy, across your breasts with your hard, pink nipples, then your shoulders and arms. And I drop the towel to the floor as lean in to kiss your small but full lips, tasting the wine on your tongue as it touches mine…….
Does that sound like a nice way to start your evening home from a long day of work?
If you liked this short story, let me know. I’ve got ideas for more and I’m considering recording a reading of this. I’ve been told I have a nice voice for that sort of thing.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8jwp8/your_legs_a_short_and_sensual_story
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