He checked his mailbox unconsciously before unlocking the door to his building. He climbed the stairs feeling tired, looking forward to an evening listening to music, alone!

The door to his apartment was unlocked. Oh shit, he thought, not tonight. I don’t have the energy for this.

He found her on the floor, of course. She had lit candles in the bedroom and set his favourite music playing softly. The bath was filled with scented water. A cool drink by the tub. She was naked, kneeling by the bath, her eyes downcast, silent, and waiting for him.

He struggled with frustration and excitement and resigned himself. He shucked his clothes and slipped into the bath. She handed him the drink, never meeting his eyes. He relaxed back and let the hot water seep into his tired mind. She started with his feet and scrubbed them gently but diligently, working up his legs. She massaged his thighs. His hands were given special treatment, a kiss planted in the palm after the scrub and massage. Each shoulder rubbed and kneaded until the knots of tension surrendered to the hot water and her ministrations.

His drink finished and the bath cooling, she held a towel for him as he climbed out. He claimed a kiss from her willing mouth, and gave her a quick slap on the ass as he went to dress.

When he returned, she was gone. He felt refreshed, restored.