This is the second part of a four part story, so it won't make sense if you don't read that first. All characters are over 18.
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The morning light began to stream through the bedroom window as I regained consciousness. It wasn't my bed, but that didn't alarm me. I was alone, though, and that I didn't like. I started to sit up, but the air was cold, so I lied back down and pulled the covers up. The bathroom door opened, and I felt a smile stretch my cheeks as Iryna came back into the room.
"I am sorry, Carrie." She swung her crutches toward the bed. "I did not want you to wake up alone." She slid back under the covers with me.
"You're here now. That's what matters." I wrapped my arms around her, and she did the same.
She kissed me, and it was just as wonderful as it had been last night. "Did you sleep well, moya lyuba?"
"Yeah." I snuggled in close, loving the feel of her strong arms around me. I laid my head on her chest. "What happened last night?"
"You forget already? I am losing my touch, yes?"
"No, I just want to hear you tell me."
Iryna ran her fingers through my hair, kissing me gently on the crown of my head.
"Last night I made love to a beautiful, kind, and talented woman. Then I held her through the night as she slept, and I was happy."
"Mmm." I moved gently against her, closing my eyes. It was bliss. Or it would have been, if I hadn't had to pee.
I started to pull away. "Oh, sweetie, I have to get up." Iryna smiled and let me go. After I finished with the toilet I washed my hands, staring at myself in the mirror. My hair was mussed from sleep and, well, other things. I was also smiling.
I giggled to myself and took a moment to look around at the palatial bathroom. There was a huge baby blue tub, encased in white marble, but I didn't see a shower initially. Then I noted the far wall didn't go all the way, creating a space behind. I poked my head around the edge, and saw the most beautiful stone tile alcove.
There were at least six different shower heads, along with was a waterproof touch screen on the near wall, which I played with for a few seconds, causing the various heads to turn on and off. Once I had them all going I stepped inside.
'There's a lot to be said for being rich.' It was the last coherent thought I had before the jets washed everything away. It was lovely, water spraying from all sides, me just luxuriating in the warmth. It was so enthralling I didn't hear Iryna until her strong arms wrapped around me. I gasped as she pulled me back against her, her hands playing freely over my breasts and stomach. I reached behind and held her head as she kissed my neck, warm water running over us as she did. Her fingers slid down, over my mons and between my lips, where my body was quickly adding to wetness of the shower.
My knees shook as Iryna worked my clit, and I had to reach out and grab one of the safety bars to keep my balance. Her other arm wrapped around me, holding me up and caressing my nipples. Even on only one leg, her strength was amazing, and I pressed against her. I could feel her firm breasts against my back, while little sparks of joy went dancing through my limbs as she suckled my neck, the water warm on my body. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and before I knew it I was dissolving into orgasmic bliss, shaking and crying out against my lover as she effortlessly held me up. Her fingers kept circling my clitty, drawing out every last delicious spasm of pleasure until I couldn't take any more, spinning in her arms and kissing her deeply.
"That was a lovely surprise." I smiled up at her.
She cocked her head to the side playfully. "Well, I was lonely. And I love this shower. It is why I choose this place." She reached over and pulled a poof hanging from a hook and loaded it with body wash. "But you are still dirty, moya lyuba." She worked up a lather, languidly running the poof from my neck down to my pussy, and slowly, sensuously, she washed me, every inch and crevice, her little kisses and touches almost making me swoon.
After awhile I claimed the poof for myself and began my own ministrations, running it first over her chest and then each breast. Her nipples were taught, pale pink and delicious looking. I sucked them each into my mouth, feeling her jerk and shudder as I did. I went on, exploring every inch her, just as she had done. Her feet, a soft callus from hours and hours on a tennis court, her incredibly toned calves and powerful thighs, the muscles of her back, moving perfectly under her cream colored skin. The joint of her hip, curve of her elbow, I worshipped everything. Somehow I felt this was far more intimate than even our lovemaking had been.
Very much by design I finished kneeling in front of her, the smell of her arousal breaking through the lavender body wash and cool, clean wetness of the stone tile. I ran my hands down her sides to her lower back and over her firm backside. Lifting her injured leg and placing it over my shoulder, I leaned forward, taking her pearl into my mouth. It tasted just like I remembered, musky and wonderful, and I luxuriated in it.
Unfortunately, kneeling in a tiled shower is not the most comfortable position, so I had to focus on her most sensitive areas to hurry things along. I licked and sucked, running my tongue along the sensitive spot under her clit. Soon Iryna was bucking and writhing against me, her arms flung out and steadying herself on the safety handles. I concentrated on timing my licks and flicks to the rythym she was creating, and soon she was screaming my name as she came.
I eased her leg down and stood, sliding my body against her. She kissed me gently and I laid my head against her chest. "Iryna?"
"Yes, Moya Lyuba?"
"This is wonderful, but I'm turning into a prune, and if I don't get some breakfast soon, I'm going to start eating the soap." She laughed and kissed me again, before reaching out and hitting the red 'off' button on the panel. As I stepped out she wrapped me in big, soft towel before grabbing one for herself. I put my hair up to dry and found my robe, still laying on the floor by the bathroom door.
Soon we were out in kitchen. I was cutting up a cantaloupe while Iryna made some scrambled eggs and turkey bacon. We moved well together, making small talk and touching every time we passed by the other. As we ate our breakfast Iryna told me stories about the tour. Hearing how a particular Grand Slam champion couldn't get the words right to 'My Way' when singing Karaoke was funny, but watching Iryna doing an impression of it had me almost falling off my chair.
Iryna loved to laugh, and she was a keen observer of people. You had to be on a tennis court, to read what's really going on in an opponent's mind. And despite her lack of education, she was so smart. I loved hearing her speak.
When breakfast was finished and dishes put away I put my professional hat on. "You have exercises to do, right?"
Iryna nodded and got out the papers where her therapist had written her orders, and we started into them. It definitely wasn't like trying get a fifth grader to do his math homework. Iryna, like most high-level athletes, was solidly in the type A camp, and she was far more likely to overdo things than to shirk her recovery. Most type A's think, 'Hey, if doing the exercises once is good, twice is better, right?' As a physical therapist, I can tell you the answer to that question is almost universally 'No.'
So, much of the time I spent talking her down from doing too much. Fortunately, she channeled a lot of that extra energy into an upper body workout that put anything I'd ever done to shame. I worked out with her, deeply envying the home gym in her villa, which was nicer than my club's (not as large, but definitely nicer). She'd gone to some other place, and the intensity on her face was astounding. I was finally able to snap her out of it with the suggestion of a massage. Even without my oils I did a pretty good job, and it had a very happy ending indeed, as I finished with my face buried between her legs.
After our multiple and varied workouts, we decided that a bath was needed, and she treated me to a repeat of her attentions from the shower, only this time with my entire body being tickled by the jets in that delicious tub. After I came down she just held me close as we enjoyed the water.
Unfortunately, my mind was not able to fully relax into the moment. I needed to know a few things, things I really didn't want to ask about.
I gently stroked the strong arms holding me, resting against my lover's tall frame. "Iryna?"
