Chapter Six
Finally, we both stretched and got up.
I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. As she sat and peed I started the water in the tub, adjusting it until it was a little cooler than I liked but hotter than she liked. A good compromise for shared showers.
When she was done I held her hand as she stepped into the tub.
I was struck, as I always was when I shared a shower with her, by how young she looked when she was wet like that. As I always did, I started with her face, lathering my hands and then washing her face, being careful around her eyes.
Face done, I got some of the hotel shampoo in my palm (hell, I figured it was about $80 a bottle so I might as well use it) and began lathering her hair. There was something intimate about bathing her like this that I had always enjoyed. I could feel her relaxing as I carefully shampooed and then rinsed her hair.
And then her body. I loved washing her body, the way she giggled and squealed when I found those special little sensitive places. Her armpits are wonderfully ticklish, and since her body hair is so sparse she rarely shaves. The light dusting of hair was something I always found sexy.
Her ribs would always cause her to jerk away when I touched them, so I touched them.
Hands, getting every finger clean, and arms, feeling the lithe muscles beneath her skin.
I did her back first and then her boobs. I always enjoyed the way her nipples and areolas tightened in the shower, and then even more when I would carefully wash them with the slick soap.
When her boobs were squeaky clean I turned her again and gave a gentle push forward, forcing her to put her hands against the wall to keep from falling. Then I started on that pretty little ass of hers. First I did her cheeks, round and firm and small and so wonderfully feminine. Then, with my left hand, I gently spread them, letting me clean those most sensitive places. I loved the way she squirmed as I carefully used a soapy finger to cleanse that sexy little puckered opening, even slipping inside it a little to make sure she was nice and clean.
Ass and asshole rinsed I turned her one more time. This time I got to my knees and she put her hands on my shoulders for support as I washed her belly and then that triangle of downy pubic hair. When I gently lifted her clitoral hood to expose her little love bud and began washing it gently with a soapy finger I could smell her excitement building. And when I slowly, and thoroughly washed her labia, including her inner delicate labia with the washcloth she was trembling.
Done, I chuckled, stood, handed her the soap, and said "your turn."
She was just as careful bathing me. Just as thorough.
And when she was done I was fully erect and wanting her.
But she said, "oh no buster, you just got me nice and clean, you ain't messing me up again."
She eased the suffering with a wink and a whispered "yet."
