Samantha sat down on the edge of the tub and skimmed her hand along the top of the bubbles. She scooped up a handful and blew them back into the water.

Howie returned to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him. A warm, tingly feeling overcame him as he watched Samantha play with the bubbles from the tub. Samantha looked up at him and smiled. "I have always loved bubble baths. My grandmother used to sit and blow bubbles with me when I was little. Bubbles, of any kind, always seem to remind me of her." Samantha blushed. "I am rambling again. Sorry." She arose from the tub and walked toward Howie. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Howie produced an empty pitcher from behind his back. Samantha raised her eyebrows at him. "I am going to help you wash all of that hairspray out of your hair." He explained.

"Wouldn't a shower be easier?"

"Easier maybe, but not nearly as much fun!"

Samantha giggled. "I had fun the last time we took a shower!"

Howie set the pitcher down beside the bathtub and lowered his head. "OK. I won't deny I had a good time as well." He raised his head, bringing his eyes level with hers. "A VERY good time in fact." He replied kissing her. "I want to pamper you this time. You'll see." He moved closer to her and ran his hands down the back of her dress. "Is there a zipper on this or does it just slide off?"

"It just slides off." Samantha could feel the butterflies in her stomach come to life. She was still amazed at how the slightest touch from Howie could bring out this feeling.

Howie pushed the dress from Samantha's shoulders and down past her hips. It fell to the ground leaving Samantha wearing only a pair of sheer thigh high stockings and her shoes. Howie inhaled deeply at the site of Samantha standing nearly naked before him. He ran his hands over her breasts and placed delicate kisses on each one. He dropped down to his knees and removed her shoes. Looking up at her face, he was pleased to see a smile spread across her lips. 'She is enjoying this as much as I am. Excellent!' He lowered his head and blazed a trail of kisses down her thigh to her calf and then to her foot, as he removed first one, then the other stocking, adding them to the heap of clothes on the floor. He stood back up and kissed her deeply, pulling her body close to his. He broke the kiss and guided Samantha over to the tub. "Climb in and get comfy." He commanded, holding her hand as she climbed into the tub and sat down. Quickly, he shed his sweater, pants, socks and shoes. Clad only in his boxers he grabbed the pitcher from the counter and sank down to his knees beside the tub.

"You aren't going to join me?" Samantha asked disappointed.

"Not quite yet. Is the water alright? Not too hot? Not too cold?"

"It is perfect. Very relaxing. Are you sure you don't want to join me?" She asked coyly, scooping up a handful of bubbles and blowing them towards him.