Eventually, I slept too, a pleasant nap after a heavy expenditure of energy.
When I woke she was in the bathroom. I went in and stood beside her, waiting for her to finish before brushing my teeth too.
"You promised me dinner and dancing, I think," she said, giggling.
"And you shall have it," I said, "but on one condition."
She turned and face me then.
"Condition?" she asked, and there was another of those words that you see written but never really say.
"Condition?" she asked, looking at me incredulously.
I grinned and patted her hip, enjoying the way she jiggled.
"Yep," I said, "I get to pick out what you wear."
Her eyes got big at that.
"And what do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Dunno," I said, flashing my best boyish grin, "I'll look through your closet and see what catches my eye."
She looked at me for a long second then, one eyebrow raised.
"Oh," I said, "and I get to do your makeup."
That brought the other eyebrow up and then a slow smile spread across her face.
"You're on," she said and then ran her fingers through my hair, crusty with her love honey, "but first we shower for God's sake."
I laughed then, reached in to start the water in the shower, letting it run hot.
"Come on, toots," I said, "you ain't lookin' so fresh yourself."
We showered together then, and it was fun. It was sensuous rather than sexual, and I enjoyed every second.
I started with her face, soaping the washcloth and then gently washing it until she was all pink skin. I noticed a light dusting of incipient pimples across her forehead and a couple on her chin as I did that.
Then I shampooed her hair, working the lather into that thick curly mass, rinsing it, and then working conditioner in, leaving it as I started on her body.
Once again I noticed a light dusting of pimples on the bottom of her right breast and then, later, at the bottom of that big roll of her belly. I liked them. They turned her from my beautiful Goddess to be worshipped into a human woman to be enjoyed.
She got the giggles and damn near fell when I did her feet and then turned her around to do her back.
Her ass had another of those sprinkles of blemishes, right at her
gluteal sulcus
, that line where a human ass meets the tops of his, or her, thigh.
As I did her back she leaned against the wall, her hands flat, allowing me to apply a lot of pressure. She was obviously enjoying this.
Finished with her body, I used the handheld shower head to rinse the conditioner from her hair, and then I handed her the soap.
She did me the same way. Scrubbing my face first, then my hair, then my body. I had to chuckle when she took a little of the shampoo and worked it into my pubic hair. To my amazement I did not get hard. Then she put a little bit of the conditioner in it as well.
While she was doing my ass she surprised me by running a soapy finger up me.
She giggled as she pulled it out and then continued washing my back.
We dried each other the same way, giggling a lot. It was very sensual but not really sexual.
"Okay," I said, "sit and let's see what Uncle Davey can do."
She smiled and sat at her little makeup desk.
I'm actually very good at hair and makeup. I'm the product of a single mother's upraising and at one point, as a boy, I had become fascinated with the way she did her hair and makeup when she was going out on a date. She taught me to do it and it became a part of her regular getting-ready routine.
Yeah, okay, not exactly a classic family arrangement but that's a subject for a different story.
I started with her hair. She has thick, coarse, naturally very curly hair, so it was a hairdryer and hair pick project. In a few minutes, I had a nice curly cap, almost a halo, framing her pretty round face.
For her face I started with the Clearasil I found at the bottom of her vanity drawer, a light coat on that little group of tiny pimples at her chin. Then it was the base, a little blush along the lines of her cheeks to make her face a tiny bit more slender.
But it's the eyes that make the difference in any woman. I was careful to smooth and then work a pale blue eyeshadow, a good contrast to her coloring. I highlighted and darkened her eyebrows, a gentle arch. A fine line of eyeliner and a light touch with the mascara finished my work.
"Damn," she breathed, "thank you."
I smiled and kissed her on the top of her head.
"I had good things to work with," I said.
I rummaged through her closet, seeking something, anything that would show her off rather than hide her.
Finally, in the back, I found a sort of peasant outfit with a bit of a scooped neck and short sleeves. It hung with a skirt in a brightly patterned material that looked like it would probably brush the tops of her shoes. Under it was a pair of shoes with moderately high heels so I got them out too.
In her underwear drawer, I got out panties and a bra along with a pair of pantyhose.
