A Bath and a Rest

Alan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to Lucy. "You know what? A bath and a little nap might be just the thing." he said with a smile. "It´s been a long trip and I can see you´ve taken excellent care of the house. We can leave the rest for some other day."

"Well, that´s jsut peachy!" Lucy exclaimed, clapping her hands and setting her chest jiggling, "I´ll run you a bath and make you something to eat. You take it easy and just come downstairs when you wake up, OK?"

Lucy lead him through a door and into the Master Suite's generous bathroom, where she set about filling the massive bronze bathtub with steaming hot water along with a variety of oils and salts, until it full of bubbly, sweet-scented water. "There y´go sir!" Lucy chimed, gesturing towards the tub. She remained standing, making no signs of leaving the bathroon and giving her guest some privacy. Alan stood as well. Lucy tilted her head quizically, "Sir...?" she asked.

"Well if I´m to get in the tub, I mean, I have to get undressed first..." Alan stammered, blushing slightly.

The maid flashed him a mischievous grin, "Oh? Is that so?" she gave a little chuckle before moving forward to stand not a hand's breadth aways from the flustered Englishman. Even through the scent of the bathwater, Alan could smell her warm, familiar scent, feel her breath against his skin, hotter than the steam that filled the room. Her hand brushed against his leg, slipping as if by accident between his legs to gently caress his inner thigh, as her other hand undid the top button of his white shirt, then the second, "Mr Weller. You´ll find there´s no need to be all shy in this house..." she whispered in his ear, "We´re all friends here, don´t you worry..." Then, as suddenly as she´d moved in, the maid pulled back, the mischievous smile replaced by her familiar, cheery one. "Oh, I´m sorry. I´ll leave you to yourself. There´s supper that needs making!" with a quick bow, she left the room, quitly closing the door behind her, leaving the supremely flustered Alan with his shirt half-open and his pants fully-tented.

Alan began to undress. Once he was naked, he gave himself a quick glance-over in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall (as people are wont to do). He smiled in satisfaction. He was OK, not exactly an athlete, but still in good shape. His cock stood off his body at a ninety degree angle, six inches of frustrated - and confused - hardness.

Lowering himself into the hot water, Alan sighed contentedly. This was the perfect bath, large enough to stretch out in the tub, smelling of herbs and with a generous layer of bubbles on the top. His cramped city-apartment back home only had a rather dismal shower and it had been years since he´d been able to have a good, long soak in the tub. Looking over the edge, he noticed with bemusement the feet of the bathtub, which had been fashioned to resemble those of animals. Each foot seemed to belong to an entirely different animal, with one lion's claw, one bird's talon, one hoof and one...tentacle? It was a bizarre choice for such an otherwise decidedly tasteful room.

He let the warmth undo the knots of stress from his muscles and wash away the sweat of his transatlantic flight and three-hour car-ride up to Black Hollow. He admired his surroundings, the coloured tiles on the floor and walls, arranged in an arresting pattern of spirals and arabesques, the elaborately-curved light-fixtures, dark wood beams of the ceiling and the gleaming brass of the pipes and faucets. He closed his eyes, sank beneath the coating of bubbles and let his mind wander, immersed in the lulling warmth of the steam and water...

Underwater, his ears heard a noise. At first it was indistinguishable from the normal underwater *glook, glook*-ings, but as he listened, he thought it sounded like a human voice, muffled and coming from far, far away. It sounded like a sigh, like an intimate whisper, like a low laugh. He lifted his head back out of the water. Something was different. The air was thick and steamy, hotter even than before.

There was someone in the room, watching him...