It is raining out and thunder rolls in the distance. Candles blaze in the bathroom and the scent of gardenias fill the air. He sits beside the tub and watches her. She has a ritual that never bores him. Sometimes he watches. Other times they both read, though so often he would sneak a peek. Tonight she reads and he watches. After a few minutes she gives up trying to read. He watches her and she can not concentrate.

Her long leg hangs over the side of the tub and bubbles cling here and there. The other leg is immersed but he knows he'll see it soon enough. She throws the book in his direction and sinks lower into the tub. This is it. Her leg is visible now as she props it against the shower wall and begins to soap it up. She is deliberate and precise covering every curve and filling every dip. She takes her time and luxuriates. He knows the ritual by heart and could have done it himself. And was often tempted to. He watches as she scrubs her leg and begins the next one. This time she fools him. Instead of switching legs, both legs are now propped against the wall. This gives him a view he would have done backflips for. The backs of her thighs muscular and curved. The calves sheening with bubbles. He traces his hand along the back of her left leg and she shivers. He could feel the heat from the water and the room as he takes his shirt off. What ritual??

She is using the loofah on her legs and he could not undress fast enough. She smiles at him and her eyes dance. He lowers himself into the tub and pulls one leg to each side of him. She sinks lower as he did this. He pushes one leg toward her head and taking the soap washes it carefully for her. Smiling that she would have the cleanest legs anywhere.

Her long leg is on his shoulder and the other foot cupped in his hand. He raises the foot to his mouth... kisses the top then slowly, sucks her big toe into his mouth. Letting it linger on his lip and nipping the tip. Then sucks it fully in. The leg on his shoulder tenses and he smiles around her toe. Their eyes are locked as she grazes her fingernails up and down his arm. Raising goosebumps. He sucks in the second toe. Sending chills down her spine. She leans deeper into the bubbles and his hand reaches for her under the water. Her leg jerks and she coos. His smile widens. He releases her foot and leans to her. Her leg is trapped between them and his fingers strum her. He kisses her mouth, sucking her tongue deep into his. He lingers awhile and she licks his mouth.

Then he hugs her and she kisses the spot below his ear. Her tongue darts and catches his lobe. She sighs.

He releases her and standing takes her hand. He helps her up. But he surprises her by sitting again. Pulling her down. She is in his lap and both of their arousal is apparent. She wiggles and he brushes her. Clumsily he works her leg over his shoulder again. Pulling her closer as he does. He lifts the aerosol can and shakes it. With great precision he covers her leg with shaving cream. Slathering and not missing a spot. He turns his head and kisses the arch of her foot. She slinks further down into the water. From this angle he has great access to all of her. He grabs her razor and pulls it from her hip to her ankle. Taking care not to cut her. He does this an inch at a time. His arousal is unbearable. He shifts so he can enter her. But doesn't move. He sits and shaves. The whole time enveloped in her. She lifts up and he nicks her. Then kisses it. He tells her not to move. She sits, aroused from the contact and the sight of him gently shaving her leg. He glides the razor over another inch and is almost to the back.

Her limber leg does not protest as he bends it to her head and begins to shave the back. This causes her to slip down and the contact makes him groan. He holds her foot like he would her hand and her foot tenses up. Grasping his fingers. She closes her eyes and luxuriates in all of him. The feel of his hands. His being in her. The glide of the razor. He finishes this leg and licks her ankle. Then kisses her calf. And bends to her knee. Sucking softly he remains there long enough to leave a mark.

He eases her other leg up to his other shoulder and begins the process again. But this time he stops with each inch and begins to thrust in and out. Then shaves another strip. Then again thrusts in and out. Her heart pounds and she is in sweet agony as he plays her like a fine guitar. He knows he has her. He shaves then thrusts. And begins to stroke her legs while he thrusts. She is cooing and making other small sounds. He reaches up and playfully touches her breast. He finishes her leg and with his thrusting takes her over the edge. She moans his name and explodes. He is right with her and keeps thrusting. They both shudder and his mouth finds hers. Their tongues blend as they collapse into each other.