Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18. This is intended for mature audiences only. The following is a fictitious story based on the Characters created by The Author, and is not meant to be taken as Canon within the context of his regular work.
Warning: Do not try this at home without consulting a physician first. This is a really fucking hot story that should not be ready by anyone easily offend by two people making love in the privacy of their own house. If you are easily offended by natural love making between two consenting heterosexual adults, go fuck yourself and read something else. Do not read this story if you have a heart condition or you doctor says you are unable to have sex. If you have an erection lasting more then four hours after reading this story, please contact a physician, or take a cold shower. It is really fucking hot.
To Angela, whom I plan on cleaning a lot of showers with.
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I was tired and sore from a long day. All I wanted to do was to rest for a little bit. I stepped on the cold linoleum floor, peeling off my funky smelling, sweat stained shirt. I turned on the water, test the temperature against my sun-soaked arms. The thundering sound of the water drowned out all other noise, but it was soothing. The simple white bra I wore clung to my breasts in the summer heat, soaked with sweat and begging to be taken off, in more ways then one. Slowly, I peeled off my jeans, silently admonishing my dumb ass for wearing them in this muggy heat of Minnesota. I inched them tenderly past my sore thighs and bruised calves. Finally, they slipped off. I let them joined the pile of clothes that was gathering in the corner. Sitting down on the toilet, I reached over to turn on to bath water. The roaring sound of the bath drowned out my contend sigh as I reached around my back to thumb off my bra. My breasts bounced of my ribs as they were release from their waterlogged cage. But it was a relief to get the damn thing off. Generally, I only wear one when I am in public or my mother insist (which was always). Otherwise, I just let them bounce and sway in the wind. Besides, letting the girls out means they can entertain themselves underneath my shirt if I walk the right way. I stood up from the toilet, groaning as I stretched my legs and thumbed my blue and pink panties off my body.
Just regular panties, guys. Enough to cover my ass and my pussy. The design I got to distinguish them from others. It's mainly from my older sister, who tends to raid my closet and for some God-forsaken reason, my panties drawer. (The slut already has about twenty different lace little ass-flossers, much to my mother's dismay. Why does she need my regular panties?).But, recently, it had come in handy for picking up my panties out of John's house, and not picking up his little sister's by accident.
And no...don't ask where we were having sex where my panties were mixing with hers...it's a long story. But no, she wasn't home at the time of the act.
Anyways, the bathtub was filling with warm water. I stopped the flow when it was filled enough, and threw in a dash of bath salts for good measure. I eased my aching body into the inviting water. A sigh of relief left my lips as my body settled into the warm water. It wasn't that deep, being as it was 90 some degrees outside with a near seventy percent humidity. I could stretched my five and a half foot frame out, and my buoyant B-cup breasts were still floating on the water. However, it was damn comfortable to be in that warm water.
Especially after the long day of working in the yard and hanging out with the youth group.
I leaned back into the water, messaging my aching neck. My free left hand wandered up and splashed water over my breasts. The warm water evaporated off my skin, pulling heat out of my body and slowly steaming up the room. My nipples rose up in interest, but I ignored them for now. Soap hadn't even came out yet; I just relaxed and let the warm water relax tense muscles for a few minutes. A knock came on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?" Said a familiar male voice.
I smiled and rolled over in the tub to cover breasts. Not that modesty was needed between us. It was just courteous to not flash ones breasts in front of your boyfriend unless you wanted them played with. "Sure." The door opened and John, just as tired and sweaty as I was from the long day, walked in. He was still in his clothes though, as he actually dressed for the weather. "Still tired from the bike trip, dear?" John said smugly.
"Shut up, ass hole." I splashed some water up towards him. "You're not the one who took that huge fall off your bike"
"No." He pulled a towel off the rack and sat down on it, next to me...the latter whom was still very naked and in the bathtub, "I actually stayed on the trial, and not tried racing the kids today." I dunked my head underneath the water and groaned. "My butt still hurt from that." I said, looking over to my round ass sitting just underneath the the water.
John's eyes did a once over on my body. I felt a bit like a mermaid sunbathing on the rocks, brushing my hair and tempting sailors with my half exposed form. Yes, the butt is still an erogenous zone. And I know that John loves to play with it. But it was safer then him staring at her breasts or her pussy. The butt was...less interesting to guys for some reason.
What a shame too...
John scooted down to my butt, turning around to still face me. My butt flexed worriedly. "Well, then, Maybe I can help with that." He rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders and placed his hands in the water. He slowly whirled them in the water to get them at mean temperature. I bit my lip and squirmed underneath him. Water sloshed around in the tub.
"John, I'm really not in the mood to play.", I said tauntly, almost ready to throw him off me. But the way John placed his hands on the small of my back seemed more therapeutic. There was more of a tender care in the way he held his hands there, not in a possessive 'want-a-piece-of-that-ass' type of hold guys had in foreplay.
"I'm not playing..." he said in a low voice, that permeated with confidence. At first, he just kept them there, gauging her reaction to this erotic measure. When she gave him a slight nod, he folded his hand over her spine and squeezed it out A part of me...a small part, felt exhilarated. This was...kinky, hot, and so wrong. But I didn't let him know about that naughty part. Instead, I let out a content sigh, ignoring the way my nipples curled up in response to his rough hands. I just relaxed under the message as John warm hands worked out the kinks in my back. "This feels really good..." I understated....alot.
"Well I would hope so." John said, still gently kneading my back in his very skilled hands, "You did a good job today." He said in an offhanded way. "It was nice how you dealt with Ginny today."
"Well, I had to do something..." I grumbled a bit at the thought. "Those jerks were giving her a hard time because she couldn't stay on her bike."
"And you had to go flying over your handle bars to prove it?" John quipped back.
I rolled over and splashed some water on him. He stood there looking stunned at his soaked shirt as I quickly tucked my breasts underneath my arms. "OK..." he said simply, holding his arms out like a waterlogged bird, "I deserve that." He then simply stripped the shirt off, revealing his well sculpted abs. I bit my lip and shifted lower into the water as he wrung his shirt off back into my bath, and hung it over the back of the toilet. I kept eying him over as he wiped the excess water from his chest. He looked up and smiled dumbly for me before flexing, unnecessarily. I rolled my eyes, "OK, mister, put those muscles to work and massage my back, please." I said, settling into the tub and resting my head on top of my hands. Slowly, his hands went back to work, tugging and pushing my flesh back and forth into my body, pulling all of the tense knots out. His hands respectfully stayed firmly on my back, not crossing lower onto my butt proper. However, his fingers did briefly touched the skin of it, somehow sending erotic shivers down my spine...I kinda wanted more...
"Is this good?" He asked, still working his hands underneath the water.
"Lower..." I said carefully, resisting the urge to lift my ass to his face to tempt him some more. Ok, I know it was bad. But it was bad enough of a position to be in with my boyfriend in the bathroom with me. Him shirtless, and me naked. If we were going to do this, might as well have fun with it.
His hands slid about two inches lower down my back, but nowhere close to where they needed to be. "Lower..." I said again, and he slid his hands right to the crease of my butt to my back. I took a steadying breath. "No, Lower..." I said, turning towards him, winking some.
He looked taken aback. "You sure, Sair?" He asked, always the gentleman.
I huffed, "Do I need to spell it out to you, boy?" I asked in exasperation, "An attractive, captive, and very naked young woman just asked you to massage her ass, and you are questioning it?"
He smiled weakly and carefully placed his hands on my butt. "What happened to you not being in the mood?" He asked as his hands went to work. Slowly his hands turned over my butt cheeks. A slightly stronger shiver went up my spine this time.
"I'm not in the mood, but my butt still needs some attention." I said cheekily, as his skillful hands worked over my entire cheek, from thigh to back. "Just don't be going to the front, you hear..." I reminded him.
So, dutifully, his hands went to work on my butt, and only my butt. I relaxed into it as his hands worked over it. Small twinges of pleasure relaxed my body, as I struggled to stay afloat on my breasts. At first, I didn't notice anything, except that my breathing had quickened slightly. John's hands slowly worked their way into the butt crack itself; perhaps to test his limits, or perhaps to rub the muscle in a new way. My butt involuntarily tensed up, not used to the attention, but loving it. His hands inched back for a bit, but then sneaked back, one massaging a cheek slowly, the other sneaking towards my asshole. I bit my lip, as his fingers danced up and down my crack, each one daring to find my asshole.
Suddenly, his middle finger finally dared to go low enough and stepped right into the nerve bundle. A gasped as the sensation shot straight into my clit. John stayed there, keeping steady pressure on my hole. My vagina swelled up on the other side, getting as wet inside as it was on the outside. I panted for a minute, getting use to the sensations coursing though my body.
"Are you ok?" John said in his low sexy voice.
