Chapter 3
Micaela carefully adjusted the water. Billows of steam filled the bathroom. Suds from the bubble bath foamed up as the water pounded into the tub. After using the toilet, the lushly built redhead stepped gingerly into the steaming bubbles. She had to grit her teeth against the heat until she got used to it.
Then, with a soft sigh, she sank down into the water. She took a deep breath of the scented mist as her breasts sank through the foam. For a long time, she just lay there, letting the water buoy up her body while the heat penetrated deeply into her. When the tub was full, she reached out with one foot and shut off first the cold water, then the hot.
In spite of the muscle-softening heat, she felt little geysers of tension spurt up and then die. Under the suds, her fingers gently rubbed the sodden auburn curls of her pussy. As a languid, sexy warmth engulfed her body, she let her legs relax and ease apart. Her knees appeared through the bubbles as she spread her thighs so she could finger her sex. Her head rolling on the hard rim of the tub, she let her mind wander.
Hearing a noise, she froze. She relaxed when she realized it was just the hot water heater shutting off. She had timed things very carefully, and it was too soon. She wanted to be in just the right mood when it happened. Gently, she fingered her soft inner folds, felt hot water penetrate her crevice.
Tantalizing herself, she eased a finger up toward her clitoris. Slowly, her hand shivering in anticipation, she circled the hungry button. With her other hand, she cupped one of her soft, slick, heavy breasts. She never ceased to be pleased with their size, their firmness, and their lush softness. She loved fondling her own body and concentrated on the exquisite warmth her own touch brought.
When she dreamed of what she hoped was to come, the fires flared up with hot impatience. Soon, it would be very soon, if everything worked out right. But she would have to be very, very careful.
Her finger touched her clit, and she moaned as a wave of fire swept through her. Licking lips that felt swollen and soft, she squirmed in the hot tub. The bubbles were making little popping noises as they slowly crumbled. Just so long as there were a few islands of suds left, her plan would work. She didn't want too many, but too few would be even worse.
She rolled her clit with her fingertip, made it squirm one way, then the other. She purred and pinched one alert nipple. She squeezed the rubbery-hard nubbin. She loved the warm feeling her touch triggered. The in-sides of her thighs had a funny, not unpleasant, sort of an achy feeling. It was as if they needed something to clutch.
Leaving her clit to throb with hunger, Micaela slid her fingers down toward her vagina. Very, very delicately she explored that opening. She felt the thin membrane that proved her virginity. Cautiously, she eased one finger into the small opening that did exist. It was, of course, much too small to admit a man's organ. She carefully eased a second finger in, and felt her cherry sting as she stretched it. She didn't want to tear it, break it herself. She just wanted to soften it up so that the later pain wouldn't be too great.
She distracted herself by brushing her wriggly clit with her thumb. She pinched it against her pubic arch and felt it squirm aside like a timid little animal. Each pinch and squirm sent pleasure messages to her horny mind. Ooh, it was going to be so good, so incredibly good!
There, that time she heard it. It was about time.
'Anybody home?' her father shouted.
'Hi, Daddy,' she called. She was certain he would hear her since the bathroom door was open six inches.
'Where are you, Hon?”
'Just follow my voice,' she managed, almost choking on the lump in her throat.
'Oh, you're in there,' he said from right outside the door.
'Taking a bath,' she informed him.
'Where are Gabby and Patty?”
“Slumber party at Wilson’s, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot. How come you're not there?”
“Oh, Daddy! I gave them up years ago. Only kids go to them.”
'Oh. Well, I'm going to fix myself a drink and read the paper.”
Micaela checked the suds level on her breasts. Her aroused nipples were just barely hidden. 'The paper's inhere.”
'Hand it out to me, will you, Hon?”
Micaela made a loud sloshing noise. 'Can't reach it. Besides, my hands are wet. You can come in and get it.”
'That's all right, I'll wait,' he stammered.
'Oh, Daddy, don't be silly. Anyway, I've got bubble bath over everything but my head.”
'Well, I really would like to read it.”
Micaela was sure he was interested in seeing more than just the paper. 'It's all right,' she insisted, feeling her tummy tighten.
He pushed the door open, flicked a brief glance at her, then, not very successfully, tried to look everywhere in the small room but at her. 'Where is it?' he asked.
Micaela sat up slightly. She felt the suds clinging to her breasts. 'Isn't it right there?”
“Where?' he asked, gazing around.
'Right there,' Micaela answered, pointing gracefully. She knew her breasts were almost entirely visible, that just the nipples were hidden by the suds.
'I don't see it,' he complained, frowning.
Micaela moved around in the tub, rolled to her stomach, and peered over the edge. 'I thought it was right there.' She let her ass rise to the surface, felt cold air touch her lush cheeks. She eased up, so her tits were just below the edge of the tub. The enamel was icy cold against her aroused nipples. They got even harder and stiffer. She pressed her arms in, squeezing her breasts together to increase the cleavage. Her bottom was clear above the surface now. He couldn't miss seeing the deep cleavage there, too.
'M-must not be in here,' her father stammered, backing up and banging into the door.
'Gosh, maybe I left it in the kitchen.”
“I'll find it,' he said, trying to rip his eyes off her careful display. He backed clumsily out the door.
'I'll be out in a few minutes.”
'Take your time, Hon,' he told her as he latched the door behind himself.
Micaela smiled. She knew why he wanted her to take her time. He was hoping to get rid of the hard-on she had just given him. Well, maybe that one would fade. But the next one would be a real corker.
Grabbing the soap, she began to wash. She lathered her legs and reached for her razor. She wanted to be as soft as silk, without even a trace of stubble. The touch of her hands on her body made her exquisitely aware of every nerve ending. She lingered over the bathing of her breasts and her pussy, built her horniness to an excruciating level. A tight little knot of fear was lurking way down deep inside her as she neared the moment she had been plotting for two weeks.
It had taken that long to get it all arranged. First her own biological schedule had intervened. Then she had had to get Patty and Gabby out of the house.
Suddenly, Micaela was afraid to get out of the tub. She was so scared she felt like she needed to pee. Then she realized a tight, ravenous spasm in her gut was causing the feeling. Putting the fear resolutely behind her, she stood up. She pulled the plug and listened to the water rush down the drain.
'How soon are we going to eat?' her father called.
Micaela paused. She was busy fluffing her pussy with a comb. 'Oh, gosh, Daddy. It'll be at least half an hour. Why don't you have another drink? And could I have a little wine?”
'You want it out here?' he asked.
'Could you bring it in here? I'm busy drying my hair,' she lied.
There was a knock on the door and she opened it a crack. She concealed her breasts with one arm, but made sure he could see her naked back in the mirror.
'Thanks, Daddy,' she purred, brushing her fingers against his as she took the glass.
'You going to be in there all night?“ he asked plaintively.
