male erotic stories

Bubbles and more

We've talked about this before, so here I am, 3am can't sleep, and the vision of you in a tub full of bubbles is still running through my head. Close your eyes and imagine me walking into the room, fully clothed. I offer to sponge your back.

Leaning forward, I take the sponge and begin slow and deliberate circular movements. The warm aromatic bath is trying to soothe the day away from you, but my touch excites you. I lean even further and kiss your ear, nipple your ear lobe. Leaning back I continue to massage your upper back with one hand, making small slow circles down to your bottom.

My other hand has located your breasts, and particularly the nipples. I love how they engorge, and stand at attention. The velvet touch of your skin with bubbles and oils is wonderful. I can see the tension easing, and another form of anticipation taking its place. My hand is still sponging your back but now I move the sponge to your front, to gently wash those treasures of yours. I continue to massage your shoulders and neck. Leaning forward, kissing your neck, and your ears, moving your lovely hair out of the way.

You lie down in the tub, exposing your full front to my sponge, and now both hands are rubbing, caressing, feeling your skin, sensitizing your breasts. My right hand has the sponge and my left hand has begun to explore below the water line. I feel your hair between your thighs, softened by water and sensuous oils. My fingers part your labia, running slowly from your clit to your anus. Your legs spread for me, allowing my finger to penetrate and curl up into your sex. Your breath jumps into a different pattern, I believe you have recovered from your stressful day. Now, closing your eyes, you feel warm water moving around your body as I penetrate your vagina, caressing your clit with the heel of my hand, your nipples are receiving attention from my fingers also. I'm leaning over the bathtub as if I am playing a piano...or, better yet, an organ....so many buttons to pull and push, turn and press. You are much more finely tuned than any instrument. See, I pull this nipple and your whole body moves in concert.

This is your pleasure, I lean once again and gently touch your lips with mine. My left hand continues to move in and out, pressing against your clit. You open your lips slightly as my tongue enters and finds your tongue. I suck your tongue into my mouth, my lips held closely to yours. Your lower body is moving with my hand, you seem to want more, faster, faster. Moving the heel of my hand from side to side, back and forth...I think you like this because you've broken our kiss and seem to be gasping for air. Is my symphony coming to its crescendo? You lean up on your elbows as my left hand continues its duty. Once again I lean forward, this time my target is your lovely breasts, kissing your left breast, sucking on your nipple, trying to hang on as water begins to splash from your movement. Just as you are about to come, your eyes open and you giggle at me...I have a bubble mustache from kissing your breast...my fingers remind you that there is an encore remaining.