"Yes ma'am," I stated with a cresting pride that stimulated me in even stranger ways.
"You will refer to me in that way from now on. In private and in public," she said. Her smirk grew even more wide and her eyes both squinted and sparkled, as in battle and bed. I was taken by both and looked on in lost adoration, both my heads nodding up and down, oozing juices of agreement. "Understand?"
"Ah ha," I acknowledged, followed with a proudly voiced correction. "I mean, yes ma'am." Everything was yet beyond comprehension and I prayed it wasn't a dream. I simply wanted to have sexual intercourse, to fuck for the first time in my life, and knew this was my moment. Colleen, on the other hand, grabbed a little more control at every opportunity and I had no objection. She barked orders in the most pleasant way.
"I don't want to catch you touching yourself," she added with a grin that kept growing. "And I mean ever again! In public or in private!" She was smiling and speaking to me as if it were the most common of demands and it may have been for all I knew. I took her word for it and promised her, and myself, to obey. I was standing with my side to her now and considered how silly I must look, yet I held my organ high.
It took both hands to turn on the water and adjust the temperature without losing sight of her. She smiled, I smiled, we smiled and I almost turned away to the waters cold start, which turned warm and soon became hot. It felt good to wash up and I did a good job after Colleen disappeared. Then I hurried so I'd be ready when she returned. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her, those tits and ass. What a stud I planned on being. As ordered, I bathed my entire body while avoiding my crotch. I did want to touch my penis one time and it did want me to touch it, but we knew that would be unwise. The shower stall was clear and I felt self-conscious, though less than usual. By the time I finished my feet and stood Colleen was there. She was standing in all her glory, naked as I.
Immediately our eyes met once more and all of a sudden I felt like a fish with a hook in its mouth. Shame and unbridled desire blinded me and I almost tried hiding, but Colleen would have none of that and she reeled me close. Only after Colleen's eyes began scanning my body did I follow her lead and begin my own journey down her body.
Colleen's skin was the color of deeply tanned alabaster. She was obviously a sun worshipper and nudist. Her neck was long sleek and elegant. She had narrow shoulders, round and delicate. Huge breasts hung from a gently sloping chest bearing stretch marks from the weight. Even I could see they were too large for her frame, and they strained her chest shoulders and upper back. The end of each mammary was capped with large aureole and long thick nipple. They were the forbidden fruits, painfully over-ripe and the most exciting objects I had ever beheld. The pain and pleasure I saw in her eyes, as she stuck them out in front of herself impudently, almost took me to ejaculation.
Her breasts rested on a trunk that sloped gently out from under them. Her torso was the perfectly shaped pear toned to modern terms, yet majestic by any terms. Her belly was flat yet round, and blessed with a deep button. Her mons was plump and hairless, which surprised me. I could see long lips and a clitoris of some prominence. Her fleshy thighs were almost in perfect ratio to her legs and the rest of her body. Her legs were not long, but turned by god into limbs of beauty far too delicate for so much breast meat. Her feet and toes were long slender and cute. She stepped into the shower and brought her breasts to me.
"Would you like to bath me," she asked, once again catching my eyes before they could begin another journey. I nodded yes. "Go ahead then," she continued turning under the stream a couple times. Her back was the work of an Italian cello maker, curved to perfection by the artist. She had the roundest buttocks I'd ever seen in any magazine, and deepest crevice. She wore a plastic cap on which the water played a lively band-marching tune. I had the soap in my hands and was working up lather. I didn't know where to begin, or if I could. She stopped with her back to me.
"Start on my back," she said reading my mind, watching me from over her shoulder. My hands were shaking with anticipation and moved to her shoulders slope. They landed uneasily and began moving in circles, warming up. I was timid and spread the lather slowly, almost with fear. I had never touched anyone like this before and never expected too. My hands found Colleen's skin soft and her body firm, but I took their freedom seriously, adapting quickly. I lathered again and was back in a flash. My hard-on was tapping out a happy message in a rapid tempo against Colleen's buttocks. Soon I was slathering the soap up and down the violin curve of Colleen's back and she was moving with my action. I was becoming bolder and lathering my hands often, until she turned around.
She placed herself square to me and held her breasts out as far as she could. She looked at them and then to me. She knew my hands were lathered and itching to maul her mammary under pretext of bathing, and she knew I was a man with one need and one need only. She looked up to me sporting that wicked smirk and I begged with my eyes best I could. I was ready to begin and awaited her permission. I held my eager hands in the air and looked to her for the go ahead. I was afraid to touch them, I needed some type of permission and expected some from Colleen, but she did the opposite. She scooped each breast up in a hand and took them from me.
"Don't worry about these," she said. She held her breasts up for me to see and bounced them a little. "I'll wash these and my private areas," she said. She pulled her arms back and stuck her breasts out as far as she could. I continued trembling as I went for her shoulders from the front. I jumped when my hands landed and her breasts pressed into me. My cock jumped with its own anticipation and bumped it's head on a thigh. Colleen's smile kept getting bigger and bigger.
