Tay asked her if she wanted to take a bath with him after the Cotton Fest. They had left a little before midnight and decided to head to his place instead since it was closer. Both at university Tay on his second year and her in her first, they had decided not to have sex.
Well, she was a virgin and he had decided not to pressure her.
"Let's go take a bath, I think we both deserve it after today."
"Yah, set it up. I'll join you in a bit," she said flinging herself on his bed.
They had done this before, showered together. It had resulted in some memorable oral, for her anyway. Her mind drifted to her first blowjob lesson, up till the joy of having him come apart in her arms. Tay was in the university league hockey team, and as fit as they come. Buff but not bulky, with a perfect height difference that still left him significantly taller than her even in 6 inch high heels. She absentmindedly rubbed her boobs as she thought about his impressive dick size. Black men did have 'a lot' to drool about.
When she heard the running water stop, she got up and quickly stripped to her underwear. Thank heavens she had worn a matching burgundy set, that was also a nice contrast against her skin.
Grabbing his towel from behind his door, she wrapped it around herself and made her way into the bathroom.
It was candlelit , rose petals in the water were a bath bomb was finishing fizzing out a pinkish color. The whole scene screamed romance 'and sex' a little voice inside her head whispered. Ooh, where had that bottle of red wine and glasses come from. She looked at him, looking at her , in nothing but his Calvin Klein boxers. Biting her lips was a reflex, and she swallowed hard when he came and stood right in front of her. He untied the loose towel knot and looked straight into her eyes as it dropped to the floor. She couldn't look away. He leaned forward as if to kiss her, and she held her breath. But he went for her ear instead, and whispered,
"You ready for your bath ma'am?"
She nodded, and her "mmm" came from her throat when he followed his question with a nip on her earlobe.
What was it with that particular body part she wondered as she felt the liquid heat travel from up her body all the way down to her panties.
He turned and got into the bathtub first, sitting down first before holding his hand out for her. She had a moment when she remembered a poll she'd seen about how bathtub moments were more unforgettable than shower ones and wondered if she'd finally experience what all the fuss was about.
She took his proffered hand and clambered in, sitting with her back to his front. The position conveniently gave him access to her neck and he couldn't resist sucking her exposed neck a bit before smothering the area with kisses. She had to resist the urge to literary purr like a cat.
He handed her her wineglass, took his own and relaxed. She followed suit, taking a sip from her glass, whilst reclining comfortably on his chest.
His hand, the one not holding his wineglass was absently making circles on her inner thigh. Someone Special by Anna of the North could be faintly heard from the speaker playing in the bedroom.
The hand on her thigh is the only thing that kept her from falling asleep. It kept going higher, slowly but surely.
Then he started kissing, licking and sucking her neck again. The combination made her move closer to him as if that were possible.
She was practically sitting on him now, her butt right atop his hard on. Then his hand was on her moud, rubbing her on top of her panties. She sighed loudly and squirmed causing her to grind against him. He groaned right in her ear, and the sexy sound even had her nipples aching. He nipped on her neck a bit, on the right spot it seemed because even she didn't see her moan coming.
