“Sure.” I leaned against the counter and watched as she took a lighter and started illuminating candles all around the tub. When she was finished, she said, “Turn out the light, would you?” I complied, the room going from stark to warm immediately, the candles casting shadow circles on the ceiling.
“What’s that?” I watched her pour something from a bottle into the water.
“Bubble bath.” She let the tub fill and went out to get us towels. I sat on the edge of the tub, trailing my hand in the warmth and stirring the bubbles around. The scent of lavender filled the room. I didn’t say anything when she got a new disposable razor from the drawer and set it on the lip of the tub, but my pussy responded, remembering the last time she’d shaved me down there.
“Come on.” She slid past me and stepped over the edge into the half-full tub. I swung my legs over, slipping down into the warm water with a sigh. I’d been dying to soak in this tub since we arrived, but I hadn’t ever imagined I’d be doing it with Mrs. B!
“Come here.” She gathered me into her. I rested my cheek under her chin, the bubbles making our skin slippery wet. The tub was almost full now with us in it, and I saw the tops of her breasts floating in the water, her nipples hidden under the suds.
“Talented toes!” I laughed when she used her red-painted toes to turn the handles and stop the water.
“You have no idea.” She grinned, using her big toe to push the button and turn on the jets, making the bubbles rise even higher. The water rushed around us, soothing, warm, and I sighed happily.
We lay that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each other’s faces. She played with a wet strand of my hair, wrapping it around her finger. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wasn’t. I felt something moving between us, like light or heat, growing with every breath.
“Let’s get washed,” she murmured into my hair, sitting up in the big tub and reaching for a bottle of shampoo. I closed my eyes and let her scrub and rinse my hair, and then did the same for her, the blonde mass over her shoulders spilling like wet waves of gold. Then she found the soap. It was the moisturizing kind, and she grabbed a scrubby, pouring some on and lathering it up.
“Turn around.” She twirled her finger at me. I obeyed, looking at her over my shoulder as she moved my hair aside and started scrubbing my back. The rough yet smooth texture of the cloth felt good, and her hands felt even better as her palms traced everywhere it had been, as if she were smoothing the way.
She turned me toward her, then, moving it down over my shoulders, over my breasts, having me kneel up so she could do my belly. Then she wanted me to stand, and the rough cloth moved over my thighs, between my legs, making me moan a little and spread for her.
“Good.” She moved it gently between my lips, her eyes on mine. “Turn around and bend over.”
“But-” There was really no real protest left in me. I turned, putting my palms on the edge of the tub, bending over and spreading my legs. I felt her working the cloth over my hips and my ass, her hands following.
“Oh!” I cried when she slipped it between my ass cheeks, scrubbing a little there, moving it over my pussy. “What-?”
“Shhh.” Her hand moved there, down the crack, her finger probing at the tender, virgin hole of my ass. I winced, feeling her slip a finger inside to the first knuckle, turning and pushing and then pulling back out.
“My turn,” she murmured, putting her hands on my hips and bringing me back down into the water. I sighed in relief, turning to face her as she handed me the scrubby.
I started with her back, so she couldn’t see my eyes roaming over her body, how the sudsy, churning water lapped at her full hips as she knelt up and held her hair out of my way, how the curve of her arm, her back, the sweet indentation at her waist, had my breath coming faster, my hands trembling as I washed her back.
I groaned when she turned around, still holding her hair up, and I knelt in the water like I was worshipping her, and I was, running the soapy cloth over her shoulders and breasts. I couldn’t help using my hands, finally feeling the weight of them. She sighed and squirmed when I rubbed my palms over her nipples.
“I wish I had breasts like yours.” I looked up at her. She just smiled and shook her head, lifting herself up onto the edge of the tub and opening her thighs, the water running off her in bubbly sheets at first, then fading to streams and little rivulets.
“Here.” She opened her lips with two fingers. “Don’t forget here.”
I nodded, swallowing and approaching her pussy with the cloth, swiping at it, tentative. She sighed deeply and opened wider, and I gave up on the cloth, using my hand to rub soap into the pink flesh between her legs.
“Mmmm yes,” she whispered when I found the hood of her clit with my fingers.
I’d never seen another girl up close like this and I couldn’t help staring, watching how the folds seemed to want to swallow my fingers. She was so smooth, so soft! I wondered if the folds would want to swallow my tongue like that and the thought made me hot all over.
“Don’t forget this.” She smiled, standing and bending over like I had for her. I gasped, finding the cloth again, washing her bottom and slipping it between the crack of her firm, rounded ass. She spread wider, looking back at me, smiling.
“Go ahead,” she said. “Do it.”
I bit my lip, but I obeyed, pressing one finger to the tiny, puckered hole of her ass. Her skin was so brown that the hole there looked incredibly pink, and it gave way to my probing as I slid in up to my first knuckle, mimicking her motion, round and round. Mrs. B moaned and pressed back a little, sliding my finger all the way in.
Shocked, I took it back out again, quickly, staring up at her.
“Let’s get you shaved.” She smiled like she knew a secret she wasn’t telling me. Patting the side of the tub, she took the razor and waited for me to open my legs for her.
She used just soap this time, no shaving cream, lathering my pussy up with her whole hand. I moaned, not shy this time about how good it felt. It was over very quickly compared to last time, the razor all-business as it slicked over my skin, leaving smoothness in its wake.
Then she pulled me back into the tub and we knelt together in the swirling water, our mouths slanting, our tongue meshing and my pussy begging to be touched again after her fingers had probed and prodded it during my shave.
“Want to see something?” she whispered against my lips and I nodded. “Watch.”
She moved to the side of the tub, grasping onto the edge and opening her knees. I watched as she rocked, eyes closed, moaning a little. At first I was confused, but then I realized what she was doing-the jet from the Jacuzzi was pointing straight between her thighs.
“Try it,” Mrs. B murmured, and I saw her nipples, how hard they were, how the water frothed and foamed between her legs. There was a jet right next to her and I grabbed onto the edge, opening my knees like she was, positioning myself over the-
“Oh God!” I cried as the water pulsed against my clit, much harder and faster than any shower massage. Mrs. B was already breathing fast, her hips rolling with the water.
“Isn’t it good?” she murmured, and as I watched, she lifted her legs out of the water, dangling them over the edge so she could press her pussy full against the jet. I did it, too, gasping at the intensity of the sensation.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I whispered, over and over, the water around us sloshing as we rocked together, the jets gushing in a wicked pulse against our throbbing pussies.
“Oh yeah,” Mrs. B moaned, shuddering all over, her voice low and throaty as she threw her head back and I knew she was coming. I wasn’t far behind her, my pussy contracting as if it could pull the water right inside of me.
I felt shy again when we got out but she rubbed me dry with a towel without any words and then I rubbed her dry, too. We found our way to her room and stretched out on her bed, lying on our backs, our thighs and arms brushing. It reminded me of that very first day when we were lying out in the sun and remembering took my breath away. Things had come so far, so fast.
I turned toward her, up on my elbow, looking down at her body in the lamplight. Her skin was simply golden and she seemed to glow. I touched her nipple, watching it purse, hearing her sigh and shift, her eyes still closed. I touched the other one, rolling it a little, eliciting a little “mmmm” from her. Growing more bold, I kissed the fat, brown nipple closest to me, gentle at first, and then using my tongue, sucking the bud into my lips.
Mrs. B moaned, her hand tangled in my wet hair as I licked at her nipple, tweaking the other one in my fingers. Her response made my pussy clench and release and I moved my body onto hers, straddling her thighs. Our bodies were soft and fragrantly clean from the bath and her skin tasted new in my mouth as I licked my way down
