Do you ever have one of those moments when you are in complete, serenity and peace? Tonight is that moment for me. Work was a bear – a complete train wreck mixed with a royal hot mess. I could not believe the chaos that I had to ensure and the proverbial dumpster fires that I had to put out just to get through my day. I honestly just wanted to go home, pour myself a very large glass of wine and relax on the couch until the numbness of sweet sleep and slumber surrounded me.
I, however, was beyond shocked when I exited my building to find not my boyfriend there to pick me up, but one of my play partners, Powel. Pow (as everyone called him) was one of my favorite play partners, but I did not get to see him that often. Distance and extreme work schedules prevented us from getting together more than about once every few months. He stood next to his truck, a broad smile on his face, as he waited for me. I looked at him curiously as he opened the door and motioned for me to enter the truck. My fatigue was quickly gone, energy renewed, as I sauntered towards him and the truck, a mischievous smile playing across my lips.
“Heya Pow,” I said softly as I approached him. He pulled me in close and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. He smirked at me as he grabbed my ass gently, then patted it as I turned to get into the truck. I watched with curiosity as he closed the door and then walked around the truck and slid into the driver’s seat. I saw a few of my co-workers gawking as he started the truck and pulled away from my worksite.
Pow reached over, grabbed my phone from my hand, and deposited it into the center consul. He motioned to the cup holder at the mocha sitting proud, topped with a generous layer of whipped cream. I giggled with glee, as I picked up the cup and took a long sip out of the straw. I moaned softly in the enjoyment of the liquid treat created perfectly. “You know me too well,” I said softly as I replaced the cup back into the cupholder. He reached out, grabbed my hand, and placed it into his, as he continued down the road.
“Where are we going, Pow?” I asked looking over at him. He side-eyed me looking over but didn’t say a word. He smiled and returned his eyes to the road and traffic in front of him. He lifted my hand and kissed the back of my hand before lowering our hands back down. I decided then to just lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. If he wasn’t going to tell me what we were doing, I would just let the events unfold naturally.
I don’t know exactly how long we were on the road before I heard the crunch of gravel under the tires. I opened my eyes and saw that we were in a wooded area with a large rustic cabin standing proud in front of us. I looked over at Pow and looked back at the cabin, an unasked question on my lips. Pow parked the truck in front of the cabin, got out of his seat, and then walked over and opened my door. I slid out of the truck, Pow’s arm slinking affectionately around my waist as we walked up to the door.
Pow opened the door and I walked in ahead of him. The cabin was exquisite, decorated rustically in a woodsy style with bears, moose, and plaid motifs. My breath caught in my throat as I looked around at the place. The most surprising piece of furniture was a very large television hanging on the wall. That was one thing that I did not figure would be in a place like this. Honestly, knowing Pow, that television would likely never get turned on. He enjoyed being out in nature, walking, hiking, sitting by the water, or simply sitting in a chair by the fireside. Some of my best camping moments were spent with Pow. Usually with his wife and my boyfriend but I was not sad about this exclusive retreat.
I walked in awe, taking in my surroundings as Pow led me through the living room into a large bedroom. A massive bed took up the middle of the room, but there was still ample space for two lounge chairs with a table between them, a chest of drawers, and a vanity complete with a chair and mirror. I wasn’t sure how long we were going to be here, but I was hoping that I would get a chance to get ready for something (even just being outdoors) in front of the superb mirror. I continued to follow as I was led into the bathroom, which boasted one of the largest claw-foot tubs I have ever laid my eyes upon. My eyes grew wide, as Pow turned on the water in the bathtub and adjusted the temperature.
He smiled at me, still, no words said between us, as he stepped back and removed his shirt. I admired his sleek chest, covered in speckled grey hair. Pow was nearly 20 years my senior and I did not mind the difference in age. He was a polite and generous but also stern and rough lover. He lifted my shirt over my head, his eyes fixed on mine as he dropped the shirt onto the floor. I looked at the bathtub filling with water, as he unclasped my bra, my ample breasts spilling out into the gravity. Pow reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down along with my underwear, pulling them off each leg/foot gently, his eyes not meeting mine as I looked down. This was a super unique side of Pow that I have never seen and I was impressed with his tenderness.
After all of my clothes had been discarded, he gathered my long hair into a clip. This was an expert task I had never seen him do previously. I was impressed with the ease that which he was able to clip my hair up. He motioned to the bathtub and I climbed inside the deep tub. Slowly I sank down into the water and bubbles, letting the hot water surround me. Pow knelt down next to the tub and began soaking a washcloth into the water, tenderly washing each inch of my skin. My hands, arms, shoulders, neck, back, belly… then continued onto my legs, my thighs (staying away from that part that I wanted him so desperately to dive into), knees, calves, ankles, feet, and toes. My dear God, what was he doing? It was like a hypnotic spell.
Pow motioned for me to stand, helping me to my feet, releasing the water to drain. I smiled as he started the water, washing the soap and suds off my body before washing my hair. He let loose the clip and ran the water through my hair before applying shampoo and conditioner. Conditioner? What man do you know that knows how to apply conditioner to a women’s hair? OMG! My eyes were rolling into the back of my head and my pussy was clenching in the nearness of ecstasy.
Once the water was drained and I was washed off, Pow grabbed a towel and began drying off my body. He softly rubbed the towel across my body, drying every inch with the tender care that he had washed me with. He helped me out of the tub and rubbed the towel softly through my hair. He led me out of the bathroom and into the chair in front of the vanity. I sat down and looked at my freshly washed self in the mirror.
I looked at myself, with Pow standing behind me, in the mirror. I saw the hairbrush in his hand and fear rushed through my body. The hairbrush usually was used on my bare backside, but I was surprised when Pow started running the brush through my hair. I watched as he brushed the delicate strands from top to bottom until I could hear my hair crackling. I sighed as my hair shined in the lights around the vanity, also accentuating my bare body. He put my hair back up into the clip with the same expert efficiency,
After he was done brushing my hair, he held out his hand to me. I grasped his hand and followed his silent direction to stand. He led me to the bed and motioned for me to lay down. I did so, a pillow was placed under my head. I sighed as he began massaging my shoulders. The treatment that he gave my body when he was washing it, he gave each inch of my body while he massaged it. I was nearly asleep when he patted me to turn over. I did so, and he continued his full-body massage. I was in heaven, floating as his large hands massaged over my body. I was not only totally relaxed but totally wet. I was sure he could smell my arousal and honestly, if he dipped his fingers into my pussy, I would likely cum right there on his fingers.
Not a word had been spoken between us since we left my work. I could not believe such an awesome event could happen in complete silence. My days at work were full of noise, people, chaos, telephones ringing, people talking, laughing, and just the general noise of a busy office building. This entire event had been done in silence – complete silence. This was not something I was used to… silence… just complete silence. How could something so unusual be so completely awesome? I could not believe this entire situation. I looked up at him, over my shoulder, and he smiled at me, a wicked grin peeling across his lips.
He pulled the covers up around my body, kissed me on the forehead, and turned out the light. “Get some sleep, pet.” He whispered softly. “You’re going to need it soon.”