Peeping Tom

Deep in their little homes in the night sky the stars winked down, shining their light on Chris's bare skin. The room, lit by only star and candlelight, was soothing, peaceful. Chris was fast asleep on the floor. His chest rising and falling, his eyelids twitching as he dreamed little dreams. 

Stepping over his body, which was in the way of the bedroom door, his Governess kicked off her pointy-toed shoes. The wretched shoes had been annoying her all day. Undressing, finally getting rid of the confining business suit and clingy nylons, she tossed them on the end of the bed. At last free of her corporate bondage, she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, enjoying the feel of her own muscles and noticing the little aches she had ignored until then. In only her panties and bra she dug in the drawer for her favourite shampoo and body wash. They weren't there.

Then she noticed the candles Chris had set out, smelled the sweet and spicy aroma of dinner. Chris had planned a surprise. What a shame she hadn't been here for it. Feeling just a touch of regret and a fair serving of pride, she gathered the quilt from the wardrobe and carefully covered the naked, sleeping man. Kneeling down at his head, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, smoothed a lock of hair from his brow, then rose to enjoy it all with out him.

On the side of the bathtub Chris had set out candles and all her favourite soaps, shampoo and body wash. Pausing a moment as she unclasped her bra, she considered waking him. A wash in the tub would have been nice after a long day of meetings with editors and the packed bus ride to and from. But, he was sleeping so nicely; she could manage on her own. Besides without him she could enjoy a longer soak.

On a TV tray, Chris had set out fried shrimps, chicken balls, egg rolls and vegetables. She poked a shrimp with her finger and was pleased to find it wasn't all cold and fatty yet. Popping one into her mouth she stripped off her bra and tossed it back into the bedroom. The panties quickly followed. Naked, she started running the water to fill the tub. Deciding she wasn't in the mood for bath bubbles and most of the assorted potions and lotions Chris had set out, she kept only the body wash and vanilla shampoo out. The rest she stored back in her cupboard.

She was just about to step into the tub when a mischievous idea tempted her. She stopped a minute, rethinking the idea and then laughed softly. Walking back to the bedroom, she found the panties flung on the floor. She picked them up and gently covered Chris's peacefully sleeping face with them. He showed no sign of waking up. His breathing remained slow and steady, his body unmoving. She was the one who felt somewhat stirred up, looking down at his nakedness, the skin she liked to touch, tease and torment. Beginning to feel a little of the night's chill, she pulled her thoughts away from Chris and at last gave herself over to the pleasures of hot water in a nearly full tub.

The water was delicious. The warmth surrounded her; sinking into her skin and making her forget most of the little annoyances of the day. First, she washed her hair, dunking her head under, wetting it, then rubbing in shampoo. Combing her fingers through her long dark hair, taking her time, she was completely oblivious to the world around her.

She didn't hear Chris in the next room. If she had, she would have seen him look very confused until a slow grin started on his face.

Chris swept the quilt off, liking the feel of the cooler air on his skin. Holding the panties to his nose for a last sniff, he then tossed them on the floor. Working to be very quiet, Chris made his way to the door of the bathroom where he could watch his Governess. Having finished her hair, she was now lying back in the water. Her legs and feet hung over one end of the tub and her just washed hair hung over the other, drip-drying. Breaking the surface of the tub, poking through a thin layer of shampoo bubbles and soap, her nipples seemed to bounce on the little waves in the bath water. Rosie pink, they had tightened into hard little buds, exposed to the cooler air above the water.

Chris felt his cock react as he watched her like some peeping tom. Without opening her eyes she reached for the tray and found a shrimp. She held it between two fingers, taking a tiny nibble before pushing it between her lips. Chris thought he could see her tongue reach out, tasting it before her mouth fully accepted it. He watched, feeling like a naughty boy, while she chewed and swallowed the shrimp. Taking another shrimp, she reached for the container of ginger sauce and dipped it inside. This time she licked and sucked off all the sauce, before popping the shrimp into her mouth.

As his breathing became a little shallower and his cock became a little harder, longer and thicker, Chris watched. He watched his Governess as she slowly licked, tasted, nibbled and bit her way through all the shrimps on the tray. He watched the pink flesh of the shrimp as she slipped it between her lips, tasted it with her tongue and finally firmly pulled it inside her mouth. Her soft, wet lips and strong, white teeth slowly consuming the shrimps while he watched. With out realizing it, his hand drifted down to his cock. His fingers wrapped around the shaft and began pulling, firmly, rhythmically.

Soon his cock was hard, his balls full and his shaft was eagerly jumping in his hand. He thought she didn't know he was there. He thought everything she did was without purpose, other than her own enjoyment of the warm water and the warm food. He was wrong.

She had heard him in between the first and second shrimp. His breathing had become noticeable in the quiet room. When he had chosen to remain in the shadows of the bedroom she decided to see just how hot and hard she could get him. It wasn't really a test. She knew him, his body and his mind. She knew just what he would react to best, how to bring him to the very edge and keep him there for as long as it pleased her. His cock was her toy, his body her instrument for her own pleasure.

Without opening her eyes, she let one hand caress the surface of the water, until, absently her fingers found her nipple. The tip of her finger skimmed circles over the tender nipple, barely touching yet making it tingle and rise higher above the water line. Another finger leisurely joined the first and pinched the nipple, hard and then harder until without intending to she gasped at the small pleasure/ pain. She squirmed, her thighs opening and her feet resting on the bottom of the tub, supporting her as she arched her back and let her pussy brush the surface of the water. The sensation of the water lapping at her pussy lips brought a smile to her lips. She clenched the muscles of her pussy, fully enjoying the wetness within and without.

At last, she lowered her bottom. Listening to Chris, his breathing much faster now, she brought her hand down and parted her pussy lips, fingering her clit, freely allowing herself all the whimpers and moans the pleasure of her own touch brought her. Over and over, she rubbed and stroked her clit, letting the heat generate and consume her whole body. A few of the moans she heard were not her own. She smiled, thinking of her greedy, peeking boy.

If the tub water was starting to cool off, she more than made up for it. She was now deliciously aroused. Her body wanted to be filled by a cock, to hold it deep and yet deeper inside her. Luckily, she knew where to find one with a very aroused male attached.

Stepping out of the bath, water dripping from her smooth, soft skin, she smiled greedily at him. "Nice to see you awake Chris."

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