I drove to the nearby mall. I had a destination in mind, an idea forming. I entered the cool, well-lit interior of the shopping mall. I strode confidently to the directory, and finding my destination I headed deeper into the store lined corridor.

    Holiday shoppers were bustling about, rushing blindly from store to store, searching for a special gift. I, however, already knew what I was seeking. To my right I found the store I had looked up on the directory, Bath and Body Works. Entering the store my nose was assaulted by the smells of lotions, and gels, and sprays. I grab small, brown and green basket, and begin to wander the store. I know the scent I am looking for, the fragrance that was made for Ms. Collette.

    I find the area that I am seeking, and begin to fill the basket. I first gingerly place a green and white teddy bear in the basket. Reading the tag on his arm I smile. Yule, the tag proclaims the name of the bear to be, and he was born on Christmas day. I grab a bottle of shower gel, and place that in Yule’s open arms. I grab a bottle of bath bubbles and place it in the basket. A spray bottle of body splash follows. A bar of soap and a bottle of moisture rich body lotion complete the basket.    

    White gardenia is the scent I have chosen. Each item in the basket has the same feminine scent.

    Paying for my purchases I leave the mall. Smiling as I do.

    An hour later I arrive unannounced at the beautiful home of Ms. Collette. I have been here about a dozen times now, and every time I approach the door my heart rate increases. With my basket in my hand I ring the bell. I can just make out the sounds of approaching steps.

    "Dennis," Collette smiles opening the door, "what a pleasant surprise."

    "Hello, Ms. Collette," I gulp, happy that my unexpected visit pleases you. I raise the basket and offer it to you, "I thought you would like a bath."

    You are standing before me, dressed in a conservative gray and white mid length skirt, and a white blouse. Your thick, brown hair is still pulled up in a tight package, held in place by a golden brown butterfly shaped clip. Your feet are unencumbered by shoes, but you are still wearing the white stockings you chose this morning. I can smell the feminine scent of the Este Lauder perfume that adorns your body.

    "I would love a bath," you say to me, a large smile causing your face to glow. You take the basket from my hands and slowly examine the contents. "White gardenia, very nice. Here." You hand the basket back to me, "I think we should use the contents right away."

    You stand aside to allow me to enter. The house is cool, the air smelling of flowers. I spot a bouquet of roses sitting in a decorative vase sitting on a small table by the entrance. They are beautiful and I let you know.

    "Thank you, Dennis. I do love flowers; I always seem to have some lying around. Shall we?" Your voice is sweet, soothing, with an undercurrent of strength.

    I follow you up the stairs, carrying the basket with me. I walk behind you, keeping my eyes down cast, concentrating on the subtle pleasure of being allowed to serve you in this way.

    You lead the way to the bathroom, and motion me to put the basket down. I set the basket onto a small table adorned with plush towels. "Undress me," you whisper to me, looking into my eyes. I can see you are wearing the contacts that cause your naturally brown eyes to be green. It gives you a different look, a passionate look.

    I nod, "yes, Ms. Collette."

    I reach up and grip the sides of your blouse; my fingers are trembling slightly. I tug gently on the white fabric, removing the ends from the tight embrace of your skirt. Dropping the loose cloth I slowly raise my hands. I begin to unbutton your shirt, slowly, gingerly pulling each button from its accompanying restraint. One by one I undo the buttons on your blouse. The blouse parts as I continue down from your neck to your waist. When I detach the last button I pull the blouse apart, and delicately pull the silk material off of your shoulder. I drop my hands, pulling the shirt down, sliding the material down your arms. I fold the blouse, and set it down next to the basket.

    I stare at the feminine bra you are wearing, a beautiful pink floral pattern adorning the black lace. I stare into your eyes as I reach around to unbutton your smart looking skirt. My eyes peer into yours, enjoying the look of smoldering passion I see burning there. Slowly I lower the skirt down your shapely thighs. I take your hand in mine and motion you forward a step, out of the small pile of gray and white cloth. You allow me to guide you that step. I pick up the skirt and fold it as I had the blouse. I rested it on the folded blouse.

    I stand in front of you again, and reach my hands to your waist. I grip the edges of the white pantyhose and slowly pull them down. I inch the nylon material down the swell of your lovely behind, ever so slowly revealing the flesh of your legs. Kneeling, I pull the stockings to your feet and you allow me to raise your foot to pull the material off of your legs. I fold the small package of nylon as well as I can and place it on the growing pile of clothes.

    Your thong panties match the material of your bra, black lace with delicate pink trim. Still kneeling I reach for the waistband of your panties. I pull the material down revealing the neatly shaven tuft of brown pubic hair to my gaze. I drop the panties down your legs and again you step out of them. I raise the feminine garment to my nose and smell your arousal trapped in the cotton crotch.

    I stand again, and reach for the delicate strap of your brassiere. I pull the left strap down, watching it hang below your shoulder loosely. I pull the strap down from your right shoulder as well, until just the swell of your breasts holds the bra up. I reach between your breasts and unhook the front clasp. I pull the cups away and reveal your breasts and erect nipples to my gaze.

    Reaching behind you I pull the bra off of your arms. I fold the brassiere placing one cup in the other. I set the bra on top of your panties. I turn to stare into your eyes. The air in the room is charged with erotic undercurrents of electricity. I smile, and place a light kiss on your nose. You return my gaze and smile.

    I step behind you and turn on the hot water. The sound of the running water is loud in the small master bath. I place my hand in the stream. When the water is hot to the touch I turn on the cold water. I adjust the knobs until the water pouring from the tap is warm, very warm. I drop the lever that seals the tub. As the porcelain tub begins to fill I reach for the basket and pull out the bottle of white gardenia bath bubbles. Immediately the water begins to foam as beautifully scented bubbles begin to form. I fill the tub three quarters full of the wonderful smelling water.

    I take your hand again and escort you the tub. You lift your naked leg and step into the water. I hear you let out a contented sigh as the water envelopes your calf. I beacon you to take a seat in the scented water and you do, settling in, enjoying the feel of the warm bath.

    I reach into the basket again and pull out the bear and soap. I kneel aside the tub and open the soap. I lower the bear into the water and saturate his body. I drop my hand with the soap clutched within into the soapy water. I use the soap to lather up the rough underside of the bath bear. I set the soap aside and begin pulling the warm soapy water up over your naked shoulders.

    I begin rubbing the bear over your back, using the rough cloth to bathe you. I wash your shoulders, running my hand in strong circles over the raised ridge of your shoulder blades. I raise your arm and wash from your shoulder to your wrist. Dipping the bear back into the water I continue bathing your lovely skin. I use the white and green bear to scrub your hand. Running the bear rapidly back and forth I clean your fingertips. I pick up your other hand and bathe that too.

    I run the bear up your right arm, returning to your back. Lathering the bear again I proceed to bath your breasts, gently circling the raised flesh in ever decreasing circles, ending at your aroused nipples. I flick the nose of the bear over each of the raised nubs, eliciting a short gasp of pleasure.

    With your breasts clean I lower my hand into the water. My hand guides the bear lower, washing your stomach.

    I shift my position and begin to wash your feet. The bear plays over each toe, lightly. You giggle slightly as I run the white stuffed animal over the sole of your foot. I run the bear up your leg, slowly, teasingly. I scrub your calf, your knee and then your thigh. I scoot again and begin washing the other leg in the same sensual mColletter. Soft caresses and teasing strokes.

    With you feet and legs clean I use the bear to tickle the insides of your thighs. You are watching me, looking at my face. I catch your gaze and smile a guilty smile. I lower the bear between your legs, running the nose of the bear along your sex. Gently, lazy strokes up and down, teasing you with the soft, languid caresses.

    I pull my hand away and set the bear on the edge of the tub. I open the clasp holding your hair, and you shake your head slightly allowing the beautiful brown tresses to fall into the water. I pick up a small cup resting on the tub and fill it with the water. I place my left hand under your chin and lift gently. With your head tilted back I pour the cup of water into your hair, saturating the locks. Your brown hair appears almost black now that it is wet.

    I pick up a bottle of shampoo and pour a dollop into my hand. I press my full palm onto your wet scalp. With firm fingers I massage the shampoo into a thick foamy lather. I massage the suds into your scalp fully, the top, the back and the sides all receiving my fingers ministrations. You moan slightly again, enjoying the way my fingers knead your scalp.

    I allow the shampoo to sit for a brief time before picking up the cup again. I fill the cup with water and begin rinsing the suds from your hair. I pour cupful after cupful of water over your slightly tilted head until all of the suds are gone.

    I beckon you to stand as I shift the lever to drain the floral smelling water. You allow me to lift you until you are standing naked before me. I grab one of the burgundy towels on the rack that your clothes are sitting on. I open the towel fully and begin drying you. I dab the towel lightly. I work the towel down from your shoulders. Dabbing your neck, your breasts, and your back. I dab each arm. I press the towel into the swell of your behind before trailing it down your thighs.

    I dry you completely finishing off with your hair.

    Your eyes, the green that I am so unaccustomed to, watch intently as I remove the last traces of water from your skin. I set the towel down and open the body lotion. The gardenia scent is heavenly. I pour some of the thick, white lotion into my hand. I stand behind you and rub the lotion into your skin. I work my slick hands down from your shoulders, down your back, your shapely ass, ending at your feet.

    Picking up the bottle again I refill my hands with the lotion. I massage the lotion into the skin of your arms, ending at your well-manicured fingers. One last dip into the bottle and I am able to work the lotion into the rest of your body. Your breasts, beautiful and full, your stomach, your thighs and calves all receive the caress of my lotion filled hands.

    I pick up the bottle and close the lid. I reach behind the door and pull the white terry cloth robe down I find hanging there. I open the robe and you turn around. I step forward, wrapping you in the warm cloth.

    "Ms. Collette," I whisper into your beautiful smelling hair, "thank you for allowing me this honor."

    The smile you had been wearing the last hour grows. "Thank you, my sweet."

    I return the smile, happy that I have pleased you.