The parlor reeked of melon scented candles and perfume of the finest price. The curtains are drawn loosely across the bay window in a vain attempt to block the draft that needled its way through as the spring breeze kissed along the craftsmanship of the shutters surrounding the window's frame. A pale glow from the candle's flame glittered along the outside of the antique brass tub that rest upon a pedestal of marble. Moisture slowly steams through out the small room as the camera's lens begins to fog. Over to the right hand side of this magnificent bath rests a black iron Champaign stand holding two bottles of the finest liquor ever to be purchased. Water can be heard softly caressing the inside of the tub as low music can be heard playing in the background. The camera zooms into focus as it captures only a vision of a pair of legs dampened to the moisture of the water. A soft elegant hand with nails painted of a lovely shade of cherry comes into the picture as it shows lowering a crystal wine glass upon the whicker stand that is placed beside the tub. White foamy bubbles are what captures the eye of the camera as it sharply zooms in once again. The long blonde hair that rests along the outline of the tub is damp as the body in which it's attached to seems soaked amongst the bubbly foam. A soft voice mimics with in the music as the camera picks up the familiar sound.
Mom was right... this does give you time to reflect.
The voice of Cassie Hurst was heard as soft as a whisper in the night. She leans forward from underneath the foamy white suds as they slowly glide down her soft tanned breasts. The camera zooms in upon the visual as Cassie gives a sensual smile. Her wet hair clings upon her damp shoulders cascading down upon the front of her chest. Cassie leans forward reaching for a framed photograph of J.B Shooter. she smiles, as she brings the photo close to her lips and gently kisses the glass.
Cassie "sighs" softly as she brings the picture to her unexposed chest holding it with in the crease of her breasts. She slowly pulls the picture away and rubs her damp fingers along the glass, outlining the structure of Shooter's face.
Cassie lowers the picture back upon its place on the floor; the candles remain lit as the flames still burn of a melon scent. She takes her hands and places them over each breast caressing the soap film till it's dissolved with in her skin. Slowly she reaches for the wine glass, bringing it up to her crimson lips and pressing firmly against them as she takes a sip of Champaign. Her tongue forms slowly across the outside, brushing the excess liquid from upon her lips. Stirring the Champaign with her index finger, Cassie places it upon her tongue massaging it along the inside of her mouth. She slowly slides it from her lips as she tightens them around making a small sensual "snap" as it released from her lips.
Cassie now leans back into the tub, she leans her head back sliding down with in the water, as she goes completely under. Seconds pass as she slides her way back up, brushing her soapy hair from her face back behind her head with both her hands. She slowly stands as the soap drips slowly and slides down upon her skin once again. Stepping her right foot from the tub, she reaches for a white satin sheet. As her left foot touches the soft plush carpet the camera zooms in to catch each drop of water that falls upon the floor from her lavish body. She wraps the sheet around her slowly as she tucks the end inside just under her left arm. Cassie now walks toward the iron Champaign stand picking up one of the bottles walking toward the small pallet of satin sheets that align the green carpet just exiting the tub's lair. She kneels down upon the sheet swaying her head from left to right drying her hair in a sensual manner.
She caresses the neck of the bottle as its places upon the center of her thighs as she leans back in a sitting position. The satin sheet comes drooping down upon her right shoulder, exposing yet again her soft subtle breast as she gazes upon the camera seducing the minds of all who are watching.
Cassie now lies completely down upon the pallet of satin sheets. She turns her head toward the camera as she's lying completely upon her back with the bottle of Champaign resting upon her abdomen. She moans and sighs a bit as she moves her body along the wrapped sheet, bringing her legs up and rubbing them together. Slowly she rolls to her belly, placing the bottle along her side crawling along the sheets as a feline in heat. The white satin sheet that was wrapped around her slender body; now only a small pile of fabric that lies upon the pallet in which she crawls upon slides off, exposing her bare skin.
She draws her legs into her abdomen, arching her back up into a sitting position. She leans to her right side, grabbing the bottle once again and placing it towards the front of her body. Slowly she rubs the coolness of the bottle along her dry skin. With a deep in haled breath, Cassie strokes the bottle's neck and pops the cork with ease. As the white foam slowly emerges from the top of the bottle, Cassie places her lips down, playfully sucking up the suds and allowing it to drizzle down upon her chin. With a cunning smile she gazes upon the camera holding the bottle closer to her lips.
The scene slowly fades as Cassie raises the bottle of Champaign over her head dousing her body wet with the liquor, dropping the bottle to her side and seductively running her fingers through her hair. She massages the Champaign along her naked body giving off a sensual moan of pleasure as the camera goes black.
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