Bubbles
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 thru 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 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.
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