We had not been able to see each other for a while even though we both wanted it. It seemed every time something just came in between. You were working about 60 to 80 hours a week, had hardly time to sleep and we only spoke to each other so now and then for a few minutes on the phone or on-line. The weekend was coming close and as always I was hoping he might have some spare time then for the two of us. I had only one wish, just so see him in real, be able to touch him, hold him, even if it might be for just a few minutes. If somebody would give me the choice between getting a few millions on my bank account or spending an evening or so with him, they could keep the money. Really, some time with him is so much more worth for me.

Then I got an SMS at work from him, in which he told me he had no plans for the weekend, but he was too tired to come to me, he was scared to fall a sleep while he was driving. I got tears in my eyes, all my hopes seemed to fall into pieces. All my prayers.... for nothing? I talked to a colleague about it and she said:" ask the rest of the day off and go there by yourself, your kids are old enough to be without you a day or so". She was right, I knew I could leave them alone for one or two days, I've done that before, it's just mostly they're the ones that go away and leave me alone and the few times I did, I always felt a little guilty. At first I wanted to send a message to ask him if it was alright if I would come over, but decided to first ask the rest of the day off. Since I had the urgent work for that day finished and all the other things I had to do could be moved to the next week, I was allowed to go home. In the car I thought it would be nice to surprise you, so I didn't send you a message at all. Quickly I went to the supermarket got some food and extra things for the kids, took a shower, packed in some stuff I needed for this bright idea I've got and made sure that before the kids were coming home I was ready to go. I also asked the neighbors to keep an eye on how things were going while I was gone. When the kids were home I told them what my plans were. My daughter was happy because now she could stay up late and watch TV without me saying anything about it and my son said with a smile: "Ma, go and coddle him, you both deserve that and don't worry about us, we'll be fine". I hugged and kissed them both goodbye and left.

Because of the weekend traffic it took me two hours to get to him. I felt a little shaky when I rang his doorbell, for the first time I wandered if he would be nicely surprised with me being there and I even got a little scared he might not like it at all. Then the door opened and I saw that all my worrying was for nothing. He looked very tired, but the smile on his face and the twinkling in his eyes told me more then words ever could have. Carried on wings I flew in his open arms, for a few minutes not even thinking about the world among us, there was just the two of us.
When we finally got in, he asked me if I had any dinner that evening and told me he didn't because he even had been to tired to go into the kitchen and make something for himself, he had just been finished with his work in his home-office for that day. I told him to just go to the living-room put on some music, sit down and relax and everything would be fine. I went through his kitchen and found enough things to make us something, I even found candles and wine. An hour later I lighted the candles, putted out the lights and went to the living-room to tell him diner was ready. He had been so tired he was sleeping and I wandered what to do, but decided to easy wake him, because a chair wasn't the best place to sleep in. He was nicely surprised by the romantic atmosphere I'd created in his kitchen, and to be honest I was little proud about that myself even though I'd never thought about having a candlelight-dinner in his kitchen. While we were having dinner we talked about a lot of things, work, stress and us being apart for so long mostly because of that. He apologized  for that and I noticed he felt guilty about it, but I assured him I'd understand, I knew how busy he was and he wasn't to blame for it. I also told him never to doubt about if my feelings for him were strong enough to survive this, because even though it was hard sometimes I'd believed in the future there would be better days for us. When the subject changed in how my kids were doing at school, sports and their behavior at home, I told him in exact words what my son told me before I left home. He laughed about that and the look in his eyes was kind of naughty and challenging when he asked me what I was up to. I answered him I didn't made any plans because I didn't knew how he was feeling, so it would be just a handling on intuition and emotion, inspired by the moment, but I had putted some stuff in a bag that I might need and that was still in the car.

A little while later when we finished our dinner and I cleaned up the dishes I went to my car and get the bag out and brought it to his bedroom, I took out my shoes and took off my watch. I picked some things I'd might need in the bathroom out, brought them over there, turned on the water so the bath would be filled with water later and I went back to him. While we were drinking our wine he kept on asking what I was doing in the other rooms and I told him I wouldn't say. "I can make you tell me", he said and I answered him that even if he was planning to punish me later for not telling, I wouldn't, he just had to relax and let things come as they were coming without being planned. I checked the bath every few minutes, because since I didn't had one at home I didn't knew how long it would take to get filled. I figured out that it would be enough to be filled halfway, otherwise the bathroom probably would turn out to be a swimming pool after he got in. As soon as I was back in the living room again, I started to slowly unbutton his shirt. Just for the fun he started to struggle a little, I knew he wasn't serious about that, because I was winning the struggle and managed to get him fully stripped. No way I could have won that struggle with his clothes if he didn't wanted me to win. Impressed by his beauty I just looked at him for a minute or so, his shivering brought me back to reality and I took him to the bathroom. I asked him to check if the water wasn't to hot before he stepped in it. I felt a little unsure now, I never had putted a grownup man in a bathtub in fact the last time I putted someone in was when the kids were little and that had been years ago. Thinking that this couldn't be so much different I bent over and started to wash his hair, then I slowly and easy washed his back.  When I was washing his front he told me he missed something and of course I was stupid enough to ask him: "what?". Before I knew what was happening his hands came out of the water and pulled me in fully dressed. Shit, I should have thought about that possibility and it crossed my mind I didn't even take spare clothes with me, stupid. Before I had the chance to get the water out of my eyes he started to pull out my wet clothes, I got myself back together in a few seconds and struggled in the same way as he did before, just for the fun, but not hard enough to prevent I got stripped totally. Taking a bath never had been so much fun, playing, washing, struggling, after a while there wasn't almost any water left in the bath, but the bath room was one big mess of water and wet clothes. I never new this could be so much fun and romantic at the same time, I felt so warm from inside. I wanted to get out and clean up the mess, but he didn't wanted to let me go out of his arms. He kissed me tender and his fingers started to draw circles on my body, how was I able to resist this, no way I could. Driven by intuition my hands started checking out his body in search of sensitive spots in a teasing way. We didn't say a word, just kissed and touched each other on all possible places, I think words could have disturbed the magic that was hanging in the air then. Slowly we drove each other to point of ecstasy, the point were we probably didn't even think anymore, there was only love and this burning fire inside. He laid down in the bathtub and with the little water that was left his hard cock was standing straight up above the water, it might seem kind of funny, but to me it was more an invitation. I kissed my way down to it, easy kissed and suck it until he pulled me up and while he kissed me tender and demanding, his hands took my hips and led my pussy slowly down over his cock. We fucked as if our lives were depending on it and somehow managed to go over the edge on the same time. This was so great we still were laying there together for a while, then I was starting to shiver a little because my body was cooling down. He turned on the shower above the bath and standing in the bathtub we let the water run over our bodies for a last few minutes, then he pulled out the plug so the water could run away, got a towel and started to dry me off. After I had also took a towel and dried him we walked to the bedroom. 

I saw my bag standing on the floor and remembered I've putted in some massage oil at home, so I asked him to lay down on the bed face down and close his eyes for the next surprise. I took the liberty to sit on his ass, because that was the most comfortable position for me. I opened the bottle and putted some oil on my hands, warmed it up a little and then started to give his shoulders a massage, from the little noises he made I knew he was liking it and I tried to do it the best way I could. From his shoulders I went slowly down every time taking a new bit of oil and warming it up in my hands before using it on his body. When I finished his backside I asked him to turn so I could do the front. This time I sat beside him, wanted to behave myself, but didn't made it easier that way. Of course he noticed it and knew why, but he just loves to tease me so he asked me why I at first took the liberty to sit on his ass, but didn't take the same position after he turned and laid down on his back. I started blushing and my head must have looked like a tomato while I was stumbling with words but couldn't come up with a good reason, cause there wasn't one. He looked right through me. Damned. Why was it always so easy for him to put me without words and make me feel so silly and little? The worse thing was I didn't know why, but I also liked him doing that to me. Why? Like I was a feather he lifted me by the hips and putted me in a more comfortable position and then told me to go on with the massage. I tried to ignore feeling his cock against my pussy, but with moving it he didn't made it very easy. He noticed I started with a little heavy breathing and decided to tease me a little more by telling me that it was about time I started massaging some lower body parts. I tried to challenge him in a defensive way and went all the way down to his feet, but then he sat straight up, grab my hands and putted them in the right spot. I felt kind of helpless, my heart was beating faster then ever I think. What had I been thinking? There wasn't any way I could win from him, not even when he was tired and no matter what game I was playing. I did my best to keep my head cool and go on with the massage, but my hands were a little shaky and he told me it felt more like tickling then like a massage, sure he was teasing me more and more. Then I did something really stupid, I turned around and sat on his chest, thought that maybe if I didn't have to look in his face things might get easier. From my point of view it was easier for a little while, but I didn't realize I gave him I also gave him a nice view especially when I started with the massage of his legs. Every time when I moved a little forward I lifted my butt a little and that gave him a view at my wet pussy, what more did he need to find a new way to tease me. I had been so busy doing my job and trying to keep myself in control that his fingers "attacking" my butt, pussy, genitals and clitoris came as a total surprise and made me forget to breath for a few seconds. As always he was in control of the situation and I was his "victim", his "toy", but wasn't that exactly what I liked and wanted to be? If I have to give an honest answer to that, it would be a "yes", nothing more and nothing less. 
He made it clear that the massage had taken long enough, because he quickly took out the hand coves and put them on my hands, he tied one end of a rope in the middle of them and the other end to the bed. He turned me on my back so my hands were now above my head. With other coves he secured my feet with my legs far apart to the bed. He did a good job, in no time at all I could hardly move an inch, not even if I wanted to, because the last possible way to move was up and he blocked that by sitting on my hips with one leg on each side of me. He took the bottle with massage oil and hold it high above my body, slowly he let the oil drop on my body between my breasts and on my stomach (this was exactly why I always warm up the oil in my hands first) it's cold. On my overheated body it seemed even colder then it really was and of course it gave a reaction to that, my nipples were standing straight up within a few seconds. He took this chance to squeeze them between his fingers, meanwhile the oil was flowing down to lower parts like a tiny river and I couldn't prevent me making some grumbling sounds, this was driving me crazy. As by itself my body tried to move, was trying to find a way out even thought I liked the different sensations and wanted more, or was that just why my body was struggling. Slowly I felt myself drifting away in this other world, my pink cloud were there's no reality, just passion and emotion, my perfect world. He started to give me a massage, but meanwhile kept on playing with my nipples, twisting and squeezing them between his fingers, taking me higher and higher on my cloud until I reached the point were I was begging for some relieve. His whispering "not yet my love", came from far, but still reaching me. Fighting this need was hard but automatically I obeyed his orders. He took me to the edge of sanity when he also started to squeeze a little in my clitoris, he must have changed position otherwise that hadn't been possible. His fingers played with my pussy, making me really desperate and begging. When he started to fuck me I finally got permission to have my orgasm. I went over the edge in a way I never had been, it seemed like I was out of myself looking down on us for a while and I saw him coming too. Slowly I went back into myself again and found myself gasping for air, my heart was beating with at least a 1000 beats a minute and my body felt so extremely heavy, but it also felt so great, so warm and satisfied. His fingers tender run through my hair and pulled a few that were fallen forward in my face back. I looked up at him and saw his warm and tender smile, another very precious moment we shared that evening. Slowly he untied me and got the coves of my hands. He putted the blankets back on the bed, took me in his arms and tucked us in, together so warm and cozy sharing our moments after. Both being exhausted from everything we also fell a sleep that way......

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