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PART ONE My day off. Piles of washing begging to be dealt with... not a pleasant thought. I decided to procrastinate with a bath, but quickly put a load of underwear on before moving to the ensuite. I turned on the water, squirting in some tropical oil and bubble mixture, drinking in the sweet aroma as I slowly undressed in front of the wall of mirrors. I traced my hands gently over my thighs and cupped my breasts, enjoying the freedom of being alone, a lady of leisure for the moment. As the bath became deeper, I slipped in and sunk beneath the intoxicating slippery bubbles. I dipped my head under, the silence engulfing me, feeling Anadolu Yakası Escort myself suspended and allowing the warmth to flood every inch of my nakedness. As I surfaced, I closed my eyes and opened my legs - adoring the sensation of liquid caressing my rosebud. My hands again found my breasts, large and swaying gently in the water. I circled my nipples firmly, allowing* a moan to escape my lips as I lifted my pelvis out of the bath, breaking the surface and enticing the water to lap at my clit. The lovely sensation was making me rock, so I increased the pressure on my nipples, squeezing Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan them to match the now rhythmic motion on my pussy. I held my breath and tightened my whole body, ripples of pleasure sucking at my curves. The phone rang. Loud and intrusive. I intended to ignore it, but suddenly realised it could be the electrician who was coming to service the house sometime today. I jumped out of the bath, almost slipping over from the oil soaked into my feet, and grabbed the receiver...*quot;Hello?*quot; My abrupt, annoyed voice.*quot;Hope I'm not disturbing you Mrs Wright*quot; A deep Escort Anadolu Yakası friendly voice.*quot;Ohhhhh....ummmmm....*quot;. I had to focus!! He laughed.*quot;Still on for today then Mrs Wright?*quot;*quot;Oh yeh, sure Mike, what time?*quot;*quot;In about half an hour if that's ok...?*quot;I could hear the smile on his lips. How could he know what I was doing?! No, that's ridiculous. Get a grip!*quot;Yes! Umm.. that would be fine. See you then*quot;. Click. The tension in my body had not been resolved, in fact, the phone call had made my pulse race even more. I guess I should get dressed... then I remembered, the washing! I had no underwear left, but it was a fine day and should dry quickly. So I heaved the load into the basket and stepped out the back door into the sunshine, walking carefully down the path to the line. I started pegging out the panties; black crotch less lace, tiger striped g-string, red satin bows, white burlesque frillies, and all the rest - like pretty flowers floating in the breeze.