It was a Sunday afternoon in February, in the UK. Typically, it was howling wind, rain battering against the window, and my girlfriend and I were just sitting around the flat enjoying the fact that we were at home together and had absolutely nothing planned for the rest of the day.
The TV ran typical Sunday afternoon nonsense: black and white movies about submarines and documentaries about long dead composers. We contentedly skimmed the channels without really taking anything in. It was in this mood of lazy decadence that I decided I would have a bath; a luxury to someone like me who generally values those extra minutes in bed in the morning far too highly and always starts the day with a rushed shower.
I announced my attention to the room as if it were of utmost importance to mankind, kissed my girlfriends forehead, walked to the bathroom and turned on the taps. As the room filled with steam I removed my clothes and casually examined myself in the mirror. When the bath was ready I gently lowered myself into the soapy water until I could lie horizontally with only my head and my knees appearing above the surface. With a deep sigh I felt all the stresses of the week soak out through my skin and into the warm water.
I closed my eyes and my hand absent-mindedly drifted to my penis, which was floating upwards and looked like a rather bizarre, tiny, soft erection. I pulled the foreskin all the way back to reveal the soft pink end, then released it, allowing it to return to its original state. I did this again and fanned some water against my exposed head, which felt mildly pleasurable and caused it to swell a little.
I sighed gently again and stroked the now semi erect length of my cock between two fingers, while lightly pinching a nipple beneath the water. As my dick became fully erect it protruded above the surface of the water, which amused me slightly. I closed my eyes again and tugged my balls lightly while tensing the muscles at the base of my cock and causing it to pop up out or the water.
"What a way to waste an afternoon" I thought to myself, and smiled. As I did so I opened one eye, only to see my girlfriend standing by the bath wearing only her white panties and a big smile.
"having fun?" she asked, still grinning.
I felt a little embarrassed at having been caught, net really masturbating, more just playing with myself. I didn't know what to say so I just smiled back, rather sheepishly.
"Is there room in there for one more?" she asked as she slipped one hand under the rim of her lace, semi-see-through panties. I could see her fingers travel over her narrow line of pubic hair towards her neat little pussy.
"Of course there is" I replied. "Come on in."
I reached out ant tugged at her little panties. She used her other hand and together we slipped them over her pretty round ass to the ground while her right hand continued to massage her clit.
I shifted up a little to make room. She climbed in at the other end with her legs over mine so that her feet rested at either side of my waist and she sat on my legs.
"I hope I'm not disturbing anything" she said with a wicked smile, as she wrapped her fingers around my hard dick.
I just shook my head and smiled back at her.
"Sometimes I like to touch myself in the bath too" she said as she stroked my cock with long, deliberate strokes.
