the details, but he assumed she was naked underneath all that froth. He became hard instantly, imagining her all slick and wet beneath the warm water. It was the fantasy she'd mentioned in the parking lot of the Daily Grind. The image of her, covered only in bubbles, in her apartment's tiny tub had been haunting him since they made that stupid pact five months ago. But now it was actually happening. Better yet, he knew this tub was big enough to accommodate both of them with ease. He'd picked it out specifically with this scenario in mind. Now, if only she could look past all his baggage and omissions, maybe they could move forward and have an actual relationship. Getting in that tub with her seemed like a great start.
Taking a deep breath, he took off his shirt and toed off his boots. He thought about stripping down completely, but decided that it might look a little creepy, strutting in there with his cock waving in the breeze, so he left his jeans on and knocked loudly on the partially opened door. Her barely recognizable version of 'The Way You Make Me Feel,' by MJ stopped abruptly and he heard water splashing as she reached for the iPod sitting on the edge of the tub. Sliding open the door completely, he stepped into the room and tried to look casual as Lacey sat up in the water.
'Jack, that was quick. I just sent you that text a few minutes ago.' Lacey said, trying to cover her bobbing breasts with a washcloth. Actually, she had been lying in the tub waiting for him for a half hour. If he looked closely he'd see her toes were pruning. She had been considering getting out and greeting him in a towel when she'd seen him out in the hallway, stripping. Nothing could have made her happier than seeing the silhouette of his gorgeous body shown in sharp relief by the light from the kitchen.
Her intention had been to stand up proudly, and boldly suggest he get in the tub with her, but she just couldn't do it. After his coldness the other day her natural tendency was to cover up as much as possible of her body, and pretend she actually wanted him to check out her tile. That had been a ruse too. The tile and everything else in her new home was perfect. The only flawed item here was her. She couldn't be the bold seductress she wanted to be, and didn't think Jack was capable of moving past his own insecurities to act on his desires either. If he still even wanted her after their last conversation.
She felt her heart plummet as she realized they may be at an impasse if one of them couldn't be the aggressor. And that would be tragic since she was pretty sure she was completely in love with him and desperately wanted to show him that she could be exactly what he needed. If he gave her a chance. She pulled some of the bubbles closer around her, but the action just seemed to highlight her breasts rather than cover them.
She shouldn't have bothered. Her nipples were hard in the cool air above the water and the wet cotton displayed them more provocatively than the most risque lingerie. Jack could not wait to taste them, but didn't think she'd appreciate it if he just jumped in and started licking her breasts. But then again, why not? She hadn't screamed and demanded he get out, so why not just go for it for a change?
Without a word, he paused just long enough to rid himself of his jeans, stepped over the ledge of the tub and settled his body in the huge garden tub across from her. She squealed as the water level rose alarmingly, but didn't overflow.
'Jack! What are you doing?' she laughed, pinching his ankle as he settled his legs on either side of her much shorter ones.
He grinned and took a handful of bubbles and blew them in her direction. 'I thought I heard someone torturing cats in here, so I came to the rescue. Turns out it was just you, singing along to your iPod.' He laughed as she splashed him, and caressed her smooth calves under the water. 'Seriously, you looked like you were having fun, so I thought I'd join you. Do you want me to wash your back, or do you actually want me to inspect some faulty tile work?'
'Actually, I think I want you to wash my front,' she said, smiling coquettishly as she boldly peeled away the washcloth to reveal her breasts.
Jack gulped and leaned forward to grasp her beneath her knees, pulling her forward until her thighs were on either side of his thighs. He gasped as her warm, wet flesh molded to his hard cock. The sensation of being able to feel her heat, combined with the water and the cotton barrier of his underwear between them was unbearably erotic, but he wanted to keep this light and fun, rather than intense and rough like last time, so he fought his impulse to just unleash his penis from his jockeys and thrust home like a beast.
Taking the washcloth from her hand, he grabbed a bar of soap from the edge of the tub and began soaping the cloth. He looked at her breasts in a manner that was supposed to be speculative rather than hungry, but failed miserably. 'Yes, your breasts are extremely dirty. It's a good thing you called me to help,' he said, rubbing the rough cotton across her clean white mounds in a gentle figure eight that never quite touched her nipples.
'How about you?' Lacey gasped, rocking against his erection. 'Do you need help washing anything?'
'Umm…somehow saying my dick is dirty, doesn't sound very sexy, so I think I'll just wash your gorgeous body and keep my dirty talk to a minimum,' he said, leaning down to tongue one hard nipple.
'Maybe you're right about that,' she laughed, running her hands across his hard chest. 'But I'm more than happy to do my part. Especially if it includes getting my hands on you again.'
'But your hands are already on me.' He teased.
'You know, down there.' She ducked her head in embarrassment.
'I can't believe it. You're a nurse, and you can't say 'penis.'' He said, incredulously.
'I can say 'penis.' I just can't say the other words for it.'
'Are you serious? I love it that you can talk so matter of factly about anal abscesses and prolonged erections, but can't say 'cock.''
'I can so.'
'Do it then. It would make me really happy, not to mention really hard, if you just said 'cock' or 'dick' or 'love hammer' just once.'
'You're already really hard,' she said, grinding against him sinuously to make him groan. 'And I am not saying 'love hammer.''
'You just did!'
'You're ridiculous. How did we go from dirty talk to this?'
'I don't know, but I'm having a lot of fun. And I'm really glad I'm here.'
'Between my thighs?'
'Well, yes. But with you. That's exactly where I want to be. Between your thighs or not. I love being with you. How about you?'
'Yes, I love it when you're between my thighs,' she said, squeezing his hips for emphasis.
'No, really. Is this what you want? Me? Here? With you?'
'Jack, how can you even ask that? Things just got really complicated and messed up. I needed some time. But I never stopped wanting you. I don't think I ever will.'
'Good. Because I can't wait anymore. I need you, Lacey.' Pulling her forward until her breasts were smashed against his chest, he threw the pink washcloth across the tub where it landed with a plop and a small splash. Grasping her jaw in one hand, he tilted her head up and kissed her voraciously, saying with his lips what he'd been trying to communicate with words. His need for her was out of control, barely restrained, as he ate at her mouth with primal hunger.
Lacey writhed against him in response, grasping the ledge of the tub behind Jack's head for leverage. Pulling back from his kiss, she slid up in the water until her knees were on either side of his hips, and she was able to control their rhythm. Feeling like a goddess, she began riding him in earnest, sliding up and down his erection, feeling every inch of his hard cock against her pussy. The cotton between them prevented complete penetration and it was deliciously exciting to feel so much of him but not everything. She started off slowly, just teasing them both with a long glide from top to bottom of his straining erection. Loving the sound of his groans, she put her hands on his shoulders and altered her movement, arching her back to grind her hips in a slow circle that made her sigh with pleasure.
She felt fevered as she ran her hands over his chest and down his defined abs to his waistband. She reared back just enough to slide his underwear down his hips and unleash his cock. She feathered her warm, wet fingers over the head of his erection and then angled her hips so she could resume their dance, sliding against him skin to skin now.
Jack wanted to let Lacey take the lead. He really did. She looked so lovely, covered in bubbles and moving so sensuously. Her nipples were hard little buds in the cool air, and he felt hypnotized as he watched them sway and bob. Her hair had been piled on top of her head when he climbed in the tub, but now small tendrils of it were loose,
