Chapter 3: Sat. Evening
After what turned out to be our brunch Seyla and I decided to take a shower together to clean up the sweat and other body fluids produced the previous night and that morning. We made sure to have the bathroom window open to prevent to mirrors from fogging up, and to let the sound of the still falling rain in as we cleaned up. It was another wet Northwest weekend and we got to spend it together, cuddled up inside.
I stepped into the shower and Seyla followed once I got the water hot. She closed the shower door and stepped into the stream of water that was pouring on me. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm getting cold now." Seyla paused in mid-rinse of her hair, looked at me, gave a big smile, and continued rinsing.
I slumped back reservedly and grabbed the washcloth and glycerin soap that we both use. I reached around her and got both quickly wet. I then made a thick lather in the washcloth and began bathing Seyla. I started at her shoulder and worked down her back to her bottom. I bent over and followed her legs down to her feet and her toes. Seyla rotated and I washed back up the front of her leg to her stomach and breasts. I paused for a while giving extravagant bathing attention to her breasts.
After a while she asked, "Are they clean?"
"Just about," I answered matter of factly.
I finally proceeded to her shoulders and arms and set the washcloth down. Seyla reached around me and grabbed her shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair. She never would or has let me do that since I'd likely tangle her hair somehow. She finally rinsed her hair out and then it was my turn.
For the next few minutes Seyla repeated the attentions I paid her with the slight difference of paying brief attention to my penis with her mouth, before thoroughly washing it with the washcloth.
She finished bathing me and then proceeded to wash my almost non-existent short and balding hair with the tiniest amount of shampoo to keep my scalp dry later. I rinsed the shampoo off and then positioned both of us so that the showerhead sprayed directly between our closely pressed bodies; my right shoulder and her left shoulder facing the showerhead. I bent my head down slightly and she tilted her head back slightly so that we could kiss.
We made out for a few minutes with the hot water streaming over us, until we got tired of standing on the hard, tiled shower floor. I reached over and shut off the water and we both began to, almost immediately, feel cold. We quickly stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed out towels that were waiting for us near the shower. I dried myself off while Seyla towel dried her hair and wrapped her towel around it when she finished.
By that time I had finished so I used my towel to dry her body exactly as I had washed it, spending a disproportionate amount of time on her breasts. Seyla smiled throughout the process. I wrapped the towel around her body and tucked it so she could walk without it falling off and she and I walked into the closet and put on comfortable clothes similar to what we had on the night before, before our escapades.
Putting these clothes on reminded me of the clothes we had left downstairs, so I went down and got them. Seyla had finished dressing and was in the bathroom getting ready for what little was left of the day. I deposited the dirty clothes in the hamper that fell from our bathroom to the laundry room beneath it. I walked back upstairs and joined Seyla in preparing for the day.
The rest of the afternoon was spent doing chores around the house that had built up over the past week, such as the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and vacuuming. A bit after five o'clock we sat down at the kitchen counter and pulled out an Italian cookbook to try and pick something we could make. We decided upon a chicken with green olives recipe and poked through the cupboards and refrigerator to find all of the necessary ingredients. We found everything we needed and made a very good dinner between the two of us. We added some bread with garlic spread and a bit of green salad to the meal to round it out nutritionally speaking.
We served up our food from the stove and the platters that the side dished were made in. We set our dinner plates on the dining table and I got both of us something to drink while Seyla sat down. While I was up I turned off most of the lights and picked up two tall slender candles in candleholders and brought them over to the table and set them near where we were eating and lit them. I sat down next to Seyla and we ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other, but we mostly looked out the double glass doors that opened to the back yard. We watched the rain fall on the porch, yard, and the edge of the forest that surrounded our property as dusk settled and it became very gray outside.
"What would you like to do after dinner?" I asked Seyla.
Seyla looked at me and exaggerated the chewing of her food. I had apparently caught just after she put a fork-full of food into her mouth. I looked back outside and waited for her to finish chewing. "How about we watch a movie and then get in the hot tub," she suggested.