He heard the water sloshing in the bathroom as he walked past, heading to bed. She was in there soaking in the warm water, allowing the liquid to flow and run over her barely covered breast. He knew already her nipples would be hard and willing for his touch. The thought had never occurred to him before this moment of what it would feel like to run his hands over her hard nipples while the water caressed them, making them feel soft and slick at the same time. This urged him back towards the bathroom to peek in to see what he could see.
The site that met him when he opened the door was her laying on her back slightly submerged in the water. Her large breast could be clearly seen poking out of the water like two large island waiting for a passerby to pay attention to them. Like he thought her nipples were hard and erect, just waiting to have him to gently rub and squeeze them. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the warmth. She had yet to notice that he had come into the bathroom. This was the perfect opportunity to play.
She was enjoying the warm water enveloping her body. The water was serving as a peaceful oasis that she could close her eyes and enjoy the moment. The next thing she knew there was a hand gently massaging her breasts. She hadn't heard him come in and after giving a jump that caused him to slightly pull on her aching nipple. She let out a squeak being startled but also for the pleasure the light tug produced. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling next to the tub. Her breathing was starting to catch in her throat due to the sheer pleasure that was being caused by his hands. He lightly squeezed and massaged her breasts, paying special attention to the raised nubs.
A naughty thought crossed her mind, but could she really ask what she was thinking. She took a chance and before she could think twice she opened her mouth and spoke.
"That feels so good, but you know I've been such a dirty girl and have had trouble getting clean." She said.
He seemed to be a little taken back by what she had just stated. She was starting to think that allowing her mouth to run without thinking was a bad idea. He however bounced back quickly.
"Oh, really. Well we must not allow you to stay so dirty. Let me help you with that."
He grabbed the bar of soap. If she is so dirty than we must make her clean. The thought of using the soap on her body was an interesting idea. The ability to run his hands up and down her body, caressing, massaging and even playing with all in the name of getting "clean" was something that he could not pass up. He grabbed the bar of soap and start to make a lather in his hands.
She started to rise a bit out of the water causing her breast to fall a bit but yet you could see more of them and the water wouldn't wash the soap away. He started to apply the lather of soap to her breasts. The feel of her soft skin and then the soap allowing his hands to move even better across them. Her breathing was starting to hitch again. This was a music to his eyes. He was going to make her squirm if not scream her pleasure just by his hands. He started to massage one breast and flicking her nipple lightly back and forth while his other hand started to wander south. If he could make her breath heavy and even could possibly moan from just paying attention to her breasts what would she do if he could lightly play with her pussy and clit.
She was loving that he didn't back away when she stated that she was a dirty girl. She was even more amazed and even more turned on when he started to massage the soap into her breast and the feeling he was bringing out when he slid across her aching nipples. She wanted to feel more, she wanted to curl up into his hands and let them work the wonderful magic that they were. She started to pant from the waves of pleasure that was washing over her. He was lightly squeezing and flicking her nipples. The was loving how her breasts were starting to feel even more full, and heavy. It was causing her to feel like her skin was on fire and that the water was starting to heat back up. She started to feel his hand slowly move farther south. The need to have him touch her, to caress her. She didn't just want him to play with her pussy but to rub her clit the way only he could do. She wanted that release. Not only an orgasm but to just have him touch there. It was pulsating with her need for his touch.