I left the bathroom door open, hoping that before too long I'd get some company in the whirlpool. Nice bathroom, this motel gave it's clients. Big sink with a long counter top available to put all your goodies on, or to put someone on. My brain had not shut down yet, but after all the fun the three of us had been having so far, my aching muscles needed a warm shower and a good soaking. The whirlpool was on of those kinds that could hold three or four people. It had an shower head in there as well, so I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, placed one of those huge, overgrown, fluffy towels close enough to reach, and climbed in under the spray. I figured it could at least wash off the most of the 'mess' before I started to fill the whirlpool. That in itself was going to take awhile from the size of the tub.
Grabbing the bar of soap and a washcloth, I lathered up and started to wash up. For some odd reason my skin was still tingling from the workout I'd just had. The texture of the washcloth was just a bit much so I took the bar of soap in my hands and put it against my own triangle of fur and created enough suds to rub them all over my body. MMMMMMMMM.....did that feel good, the slipperiness of my hands gliding over my skin. I closed my eyes and the recent memories of other hands on me filled my mind. I started to sway against the music still playing in the other room, doing a sort of erotic dance with my hands over myself. Fingers spread wide across my stomach, moving up under my breasts, cupping them, wrapping my hand around the nibbles so I could tweak the nubs to sharp points again, I rocked my hips to the beat of the Celtic drums playing in the background. Hugging myself for a minute, I tried to remember everything that had happened, but it was like looking at the threads in a woven tapestry. No one thread stood out alone, but when gazed at all together, a beautiful picture emerged.
My hands wandered down along my sides and down under the cheeks of my ass. Kneading the flesh with my fingertips, I couldn't stop from turning around in the shower and sticking my butt toward the needle fine spray of hot water and wiggling it around while I let my hands roam toward the juncture of my legs. After all the activity seen down there I had to make sure I was clean and fresh again, now didn't I? I straightened up, turned around again to rinse off better and start filling the whirlpool when four hands grabbed me and lifted me out of the tub. "What the HELL!!!" I yelled in surprise as the guys plunked me down on the counter top with my back against the mirror.
Hubby handed Ranger the soap so he could clean up while I was getting a tongue bath on the counter top. I put both feet up on the edge of the counter so I could balance a little better and so there wasn't any doubt where I eventually wanted a mouth to be. As much of a turn on it was to watch Ranger standing in the shower, it was just as frustrating because I wanted to be the one to wash his back for him, but at the moment I didn't want to move away from what was happening to my pussy either. No way could I have another orgasm yet. It just wasn't possible I thought to myself. But darling Hubby had other ideas and a few tricks up his sleeve....well let's say on his mind....since his shirt was off after all.
