Ms. Laura down right refused to discuss anything about the store encounter. Instead we talked about what we might do later. It was our last full day together and the next morning I would have to see her off to the airport.
After lunch or brunch because it was my first meal at least we didn't go back to the room. Instead Ms. Laura insisted on going for another hike in the park. Our conversations weren't in any matter sexual though our taboo relationship was ever lingering I the back of my mind. Perhaps it was the tag affixed to my testicles.
We talked openly about hopes and dreams for the future. I told her my apprehensions about the Army and she talked about getting older. It was like the conversations we used to have online. This went on for at least a few hours till we found ourselves back at the hotel lobby.
Ms. Laura tugged at her blouse, "we walked quite away. I'm actually starting to work up a little sweat."
It was summer and mid eighty's. I felt it unnecessary to tell her what I felt like without underwear in the heat.
"Yeah I can't wait to get some air-conditioning," I said opening the door for her.
Ms. Laura led the way back to the room. As soon as we were inside and the door closed she wordlessly started to undress. When her blouse came off and shortly thereafter he bra I froze staring.
She the unzipped the conservative black skirt she was wearing and bent over as she pealed it off. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath. Her pale well-toned ass shined like the moon rising as the skirt slid slowly before falling to the floor all together.
She looked around towards me, half stern, half smiling, and still bent at the waist, "Your Mistress is naked and you aren't. What kind of sex slave lets that happen?"
She was right. I quickly began to scramble to take my shirt off as she casually walked completely naked over into the bathroom. Once out of my clothes I heard the water turn on.
"Come here boy!" she said from around the corner.
I came to my mistress on my knees as I had been instructed. Ms. Laura was running the shower to a boiling temperature. Steam was starting to fill the room already. I was already staring at her pale lithe body as she made no attempt to cover up.
"Get in," she motioned for me to get in the shower, "we're both a little gross and need to clean up."
As I climbed over the rim of the tub she smacked my ass. I found my place kneeling in the tub as she stepped in. The water was hot and a little more than I was comfortable in, but she seemed to enjoy it.
She quickly rinsed off, "it's a little tight in here. Why do you rinse off then soap up a rag. I want you to clean me."
"Yes ma'am," I said quickly.
The idea of touching her body got me harder than I had already been. She then now completely wet stepped around me, her glistening sex inches from my face. I found a spot under the water. It was so hot it was painful. I quickly rinsed off my sweat and grim from the day then again switched places.
We were now both wet and our skin slid past each other easily in the tight confined. On the other side I grabbed the rag and soaped it up. Her back was to me and bare ass next to my face. I wanted to dive in.
"You can stand up dear and start on my back," she said starting to wash her hair.
Evidently her hair was too important to be left up to a boy who never let his hair grow more than a few inches. I did as I was told slowly but firmly washing her neck, back, and shoulders. I tried my best to make my scrubbing as close to a massage as I could. It must have been working because she moaned.
As I worked the tip of my cock would occasionally brush the small of her back. I pretended not to be doing it on purpose and she seemed to pretend not to notice either. I wanted so bad to just bend her over and stick it in. this weekend had been crazy with new experiences, but the one thing I didn't expect was the frustration.
Despite having been kept in a hyper sexual state for days now I had only cum three times. I guess in my imagination sex slave involved a lot more orgasms and being this close to Ms. Laura's pussy was a tease.
I worked my way down her back till my hand was now scrubbing her butt. It was firm and smooth. It was clear she took good care of it. A worked lower and now my face was inches away from it. I wiped the soapy rage on her inner thigh and "unintentionally" brushed her sweet womanhood.
As I touched it she backed up without warning and I found my face right up against her warm wet slippery ass. We both lingered in that position till my duties carried me elsewhere.
Back all clean she turned to face me. There she was in all her glory. Water droplet rolled off her ample breast glittering as they fell off the underside. I braved the hot water pouring down into my eyes to look up at her.
"Front side now boy," she grinned menacingly, "be more thorough this time."
I lathered up the wash cloth again then stood up to my full height to start from the top. Maybe it was the confined space, or the fact I had spent so much time on my knees looking up at her, but I realized I was almost a foot taller than Ms. Laura.
