Last night was the most incredible experience for me. I had never felt so wanted, needed, desired by anyone in my life. Jaxson was all about me. He never demanded, only gave himself to pleasuring me, talking to me, holding and caressing me. It was all the things I always heard sex was not.
All the girls who had had sex talked about how their boyfriends wanted nothing but sex. The boys demanded sex but never did anything to care for them. It was like they were an instrument of male pleasure.
I am glad Jaxson felt pleasure, but he gave far more than he got, I think. I think that is why when he fucked my ass that I came. He didn't do it for him but for me. I was so aroused already from the sex we had had, I needed him. I still do even after falling asleep with him.
Now I stood on the bank of a creek and he was washing my hair. And, me, all I want is to touch him, to feel him, to have him in my mouth and yes, in my ass. All this makes me feel the need to have him in my pussy. Until I've been on the pill, I know I can't which probably makes the feeling stronger—the forbidden thing.
His hands feel so sensual in my hair, my nerves in my scalp are reveling in his touch. He has been washing for some time as if it takes for ever but he has slowly lathered and massaged the shampoo in, making it a luxurious experience. When he moves his hands away and pulls out on my hair, I feel like my hair actually feels his hands moving along the fibers. I'm going to cum any minute now.
And I do. It's not a huge one, it's just perfect, sort of like going up and over a wave and then coming down the other side, faster, but smoothly. My legs do grow weak though. He catches me so I won't fall, wrapping his strong swimmer's arms around me. I feel his cock come up against me. I love it.
Then once I get my legs back he goes back to work on my hair and then begins to use his hands to use the shampoo on my body, but then he leaves me. He gets something. It turns out to be a body soap. When he opens it, I get a whiff of eucalyptus and peppermint. He puts some in his hands and then spreads it over my skin my back, ass, legs. Then he turns me and does the same to my breasts, stomach, vulva, and slips his hand between my legs.
"Have to get all that old cum off so we can start all over", he says with a wink. My skin tingles from the soaps. It feels like what I always dreamt a spa would be like, except I never expected to go to a spa and be naked—not that I have any idea what a spa is like.
I feel another orgasm rising. I hear the pleasant calls of the many birds caressing my ears and feel his hands, and I do. Again it isn't a 60 foot breaker. It's a gentle one that rises and falls but it carries me to an ecstatic moment. My soul feels filled with love and care. To have this creature treat me with such care is something I have never felt from my mother or anyone. Once more, I feel the chains of childhood and adolescent oppression fall away and feel liberated. Oh, how I will wish always for this— desire it, surrender to it.
He says, "Is there anything I missed, my love?"
I have to admit, "I think you got it all, but I don't want you ever to stop."
"But we have all day and so much more to do and experience. I'm going to take a photo of you all lathered up, OK?"
"Anything, just keep on."
I heard the shutter go off several times, then the bucket in the water and prepared to be doused. Instead, he poured it gently over me so that it flowed slowly and evenly over my head, through my hair, down my face, then my back and breasts. Once more such a sensuous feeling. I was enveloped in wetness. Was this how it felt when I was expelled from my mother's womb? No, that had to be a horrifying experience. Despite the chill of the water, I felt warm, cozy, comfortable and safe. I knew this man was there for me. Nobody had been there for just me before.
But then a light sort of went off. Grindle had been in a way, but Sheba had been even more. There was no reason for either to give themselves to me nor to even care, but they had. I thought and realized that despite Grindle's desire for me, she indeed loved me. She had gifted me when she shared her sexuality with me. Sheba had loved me without expectation and who was I but a poor girl cleaning her house, yet this past week she had given me permission to wonder and wander.
The water stopped but the bucket was back in the creek. Then more water poured over me. I just luxuriated in it. I loved it. I loved being naked, standing barefoot on the bank of the creek, in nature, and open to the eyes of God. I hoped he saw me through the eyes of Jaxson instead of my mother. Thinking that made me rejoice.
Eventually, I can't remember how many buckets—maybe it was just three but it seemed to last forever— Jaxson said, "I think you are all done. Now sit on that log and watch me bath."
"But I want to bath you."
"No! Watch me. I want you to watch me."
So I did. He got a bucket, stood on the bank and lifted it above his head, his muscles bulged under its weight, he lifted his face upward and began pouring the water over himself. I saw it run down his head, shoulders, chest, rivulets running off his stomach onto his cock and then on down his legs. His cock hardened a bit. He took the shampoo and lathered his hair and beard. Then he took the soap and rubbed it into his face, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach and legs, and then he lathered his cock. He was so beautiful in the sun, naked and covered in suds. He looked like he was a male cake with icing and I wanted to lick him. He took his cock and balls in his hands and worked the lather in. His cock hardened and he stroked it ten or so times, then let it be. I was hoping he would cum.
Again the wave rose and I surfed it up and when I was on top, it broke and I crashed down, whimpering, crying out, "Oh, Jaxson, I'm cumming. Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh, Jaxson." Over and over. I could hardly stay sat up. He came over and kissed me and then went back to bathing. He collected another bucket of water. I grabbed the camera. He lifted the bucket over his head. Click. The water began to slowly pour over him. Click. It ran down over his cock. Click. Down his legs. Click.
I was out of film but nearly desperate for him. Fortunately, he was nearly done. When he was, he came to me reaching out with his hands for me to stand, but I reached out and pulled him to me and took his cock in my mouth and began to lick and suck it making love to it as I had before but a greater sense that this was good, really good and, as I knew now, I belonged to him. I wanted to make him mine. So I did. I made him a part of me. It was not long before I was awarded with a treat I loved and he shot into my mouth. The first shot went down my throat, the others just into my mouth because I wanted to taste him and then swallow him. Then I came like a bomb. The feeling welled up in me growing stronger and stronger, and then it fanned out creating the mushroom cloud, and I floated on the top in heaven. I had to wrap my arms around his ass to keep sitting in place.