Chapter 37
We finished the ice cream rather quick. It was the sticky sensation of drying sugars on our skin which hurried us up into the shower.
Ms. Laura's bathroom shower was huge and clearly built to purpose. No true walls, only an array of columns around a drain, it was easily thirty-six square feet, and the three of us fit easily, with room for a fourth. She turned on the shower which sprang to life from at least four overhead sprayers. The long fall from the cathedral ceiling gave the water weight when it hit my skin.
A bar ran around the columns and on one side was a little bench. I sat down. The two women were washing their faces of makeup and chocolate sauce before they joined me. I used the opportunity to rinse off myself.
This had been a debauched week, but surprisingly wholesome. I felt a little closer to Ms. Laura than I had before. I even met someone with long-term potential. It could all be fleeing, but I was content at the moment.
I rubbed my hands over my body while the warm water did its work. Ms. Laura was the first to join me.
Her face was makeup free. She looked ten years older, but it was no longer a shock. I knew what she was going through and just how lively she could be. Stepping into the water herself seemed to bring her alive and I felt my cock stiffening.
Water flowed over her smooth skin and hugged the contours of her tight athletic body. The heat brought blood to the surface and color to her face. She began to scrub herself free of the sugary spots.
Seeing water droplets cling to her breasts like diamonds brought me back to all those years ago when this woman took my virginity. I got down onto my knees and approached my mistress.
She seemed to instinctually know what I wanted to do and let her hands fall to her sides. I began to slowly rub my bare hands across her flesh trying to wipe it clean. Emily suddenly knelt down beside me with two wash rags in her hand, each pre-lathered with soap. She gave me one and together we began to clean Ms. Laura.
We each picked a leg and began to work our way up. The cascading water kept our heads down and focused on one contour of finely sculpted flesh at a time.
Emily was the first to her hip and after a quick wipe and rinse she began to lick clean her womanhood. Ms. Laura placed and hand on her head approvingly as I stood to work on her torso and breasts.
They were not as large as Emily's, but few were. Instead, they had the confident character of someone secure in their sex appeal and ability to maintain a healthy lifestyle. Soft and perky they were hypnotizing to see and touch. I slathered them with soap till suds slowly rang off them before rinsing them with my hand.
I felt Ms. Laura tense as Emily did her work and walked around her to wash her back and shoulders. Her hair was wet matted and stuck to her skin. I took handfuls of it to move as I wash the back over her neck.
The head of my cock stuck out in front of me and grazed the small of her back. I was intentionally careless with it, even leaving a trail of precum across her skin. My attentions weren't unnoticed.
One hand holding Emily's head, her free hand reached around and seized my offending appendage. I was caught, and right where I want to be. She stepped aside and guided my cock and Emily's head together.
"Get that thing nice and wet for me," Ms. Laura said letting go of us.
Emily did as instructed. She all but inhaled whatever proportion of my rod she could, working it in her mouth to build up saliva. I had cum only a half hour ago, but I was already ready for another round. Emily's expert mouth could only be the warm-up.
Ms. Laura backed up against the railing. One hand slid down to her opening and began to play. She watched hungrily as Emily made a show of sucking and worshipping the head of my cock.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. Water fell hard on my face and splashed off in all directions. This was heaven and a moment I would relive time and time again. Emily's lips massaged my cock and I only got harder, ready to fuck.
