The Chambers House - Rm 7 - Caitlin

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Before you read:

Sorry that this one went a little long. I am adding a little depth to the story (no pun intended) and ending up with this chapter being close to 11,000 words in length. So I trimmed it down some while not losing the story.

I hope you enjoy, because I am having a ball writing it.

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Martin stepped into the shower and set the water as hot as he could stand. He watched as the steam filled the room and let the hot water wash over his aching muscles, and he could almost feel them loosening as he did so.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, letting the jets wash over his scalp and face, losing himself in the feelings.

Feeling a slight draft, he opened his eyes to see Amanda peeking in at him through the curtain.

"If I had known you were going to bathe, I would have waited to get dressed." She looked around the tub. "Is this a..." She paused, looking for the words, "Shower bath?"

Smiling, Martin said, "It's just called a shower, and yes, it is."

She smiled widely, "Give me a moment." and the curtain closed.

A few minutes later, the curtain parted, and her head popped in. "Martin, may I join you?"

"But of course."

She stepped in, and her foot slipped a little. He caught her and helped her in.

Adjusting the nozzle, he looked at her questioningly, "You did not have showers in your time, did you?"

She was still looking at the nozzle, reaching out and letting the water run over her hand. "Not in our house, no. We had basins in our rooms, and Madam made sure we had clean water every morning and every evening. Then we had our bathtub at the end of the halls for the first and second floors."

Martin shook his head, "I hate baths. It's like soaking in your own filth."

He reached up and took her shoulders, switching places with her. Then he smiled as she hunched her shoulders and made a funny face as the water hit her back.

"It's hot, but it feels good."

Starting to reach for the knob, he asked, "Do you want me to make it cooler?"

Shaking her head no, she began to turn, letting the water wash over her head and shoulders, then faced the jet and let it course across her face.

While she did this, Martin had a chance to look her over, discovering that her back and backside were the same flawless alabaster color of pale white. When he looked lower, he found that she had two dimples above her buttocks.

"You have dimples."

He heard her laugh a little, and then she looked over her shoulder and said, "When I was very young, my mother told me that was where the angles had to cinch the skin to make sure it fit me OK."

"I think they did a good job."

Martin stepped closer, wrapped his arms around her, then gently leaned in and kissed her neck.

She, in turn, held his arms and leaned her head forward, allowing him greater access to her neck, enjoying his attention there. She could feel him pressed against her, his member throbbing, pressed between them.

Carefully, she turned to face him and looked up at him, "Is this what you do in the shower?"

"Only when I have a beautiful woman in here with me." He answered, then gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

She responded by reaching for his head and pulling him to her, returning the kiss and letting their tongues mingle.

He shared this with Amanda more than with any other girls he had met here. While he had kissed them and even enjoyed it, he could not find himself getting as lost in the kiss with them as he did with this woman he was sharing the shower with right now.

After several long minutes, he broke the kiss, mostly needing to catch his breath but also because he wanted to explore her further.

Amanda heard a clanking sound and looked down to see that Martin had unclipped a seat from the shower wall, "What is that for?" She asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's a shower seat, sometimes I like to sit in here and just enjoy the water. But that is not what I plan on using it for right now."

She grinned wickedly, "Really, what did you have in mind?"

"This."

She squealed playfully as he lifted her and put her on the seat. Now, she was standing, and her navel was at his chin level.

He began kissing her abdomen, causing her to wiggle a little from his tickling her, but then he started working his way down.

When he got to just above her pubic mound, she put her hands on his head and started stroking his hair, and he could hear her moan over the sound of the shower. He moved his hands to grasp one of her tiny ass cheeks in each hand and squeeze as he pulled her to him, and then moved slowly, further down until his tongue was working its way through the delicate, wispy forest of her mound.

When Martin reached the top of her cleft, he felt her legs wobble a little, but then he felt her gently pushing his head down, letting him know that she wanted him to do what he was planning.

Moving his head a little lower, he let his tongue slip deep into her, tasting the salty sweetness of her juices and the soft warmth of her inner folds. He was not sure how she felt, but he was in heaven. And if there were any worries about her feelings, they were answered when her legs buckled again, and she moaned loudly.

Amanda was lost in the pleasure of the moment. Martin was working his tongue around and caressing her in the deepest places. She felt like her legs were rubber, but he was holding her steady as she pushed her aching pussy into his face, wanting him to go deeper, as deep as he could.

She started pulling on his head, hoping that that would make him go further, and it felt like it really was. Then she felt his tongue dancing on her button. What was it he had told her it was called? Her clit? He was flicking it with his tongue and then would suck gently on it for a moment, then start flicking it again. Now and again, he would stop doing all that and push his tongue deeper into her.

Without thinking about it, she realized that she was gyrating herself into his face, humping his tongue, and pulling his head to her while she grunted and panted. Then she almost fell off the seat, had he not been holding her, when she felt him push one, then two fingers into her.

"Oh Martin, please..."

Martin tasted her first orgasm before he felt it wash over her. He had just pushed two fingers in her to help out the work his tongue was doing when he tasted a flood of sweeter juices on his tongue. He started thrusting his fingers in faster and faster as he felt her bucking her hips and pushing her pussy into his face.

She was crying out in almost a little girl's voice for him to go faster and harder, all the while pulling his face into her. He was barely able to breathe, and each breath he did take was air filled with her scent and droplets of her juices.

Finally, she slumped forward a little, putting her weight on his shoulders with her hands, "OK, OK, enough..."

He carefully pulled away, making sure to support her as he did. Then he helped her down, and she sat on the seat, still panting.

After a moment or two, she looked at him, smiling, "That was amazing." Then she leaned against the back of the shower wall, still looking at him, smiling at one another.

Amanda looked at the raging erection that Martin was sporting and cooed, "I think you need some attention, now."

She reached over and stroked the underside of his dick, watching it twitch from the contact. "I always thought that was funny the way men twitch when you touch them like that."

Stroking his length, she looked up at him again, "You are right, you have gotten bigger since our time together."

"I am glad someone else noticed," Martin said, watching her as she examined and probed him.

"And your balls are at least twice what I remember." And with that, she began squeezing and massaging them. Then she changed and put her hands around him, one at a time, and said, "I am guessing you are about ten inches when excited."

He nodded, enjoying the attention he was getting, "Ten and a half last time I measured."

"And how big do you think you were when we had our first night together?" She asked as she began stroking him faster while massaging his balls."

He closed his eyes and held on to one of the curtain rods now, "Tamara measured me about a week before my time with you, and I was seven and a quarter inches.

He groaned loudly when he felt the head of his dick slide into her mouth, and she began sucking the head gently while letting her tongue make circles around it. He wanted so badly to thrust himself into her mouth but knew that he would startle her and maybe kill the mood.

Almost as if sensing his thinking, she moved the hand playing with his sack, reached around, and gently pulled him to her.

Amanda knew she could not take all of him into her throat, at least not right away, but thought she would try and do what she could, and as she pulled him, feeling the head and shaft slide deeper into her mouth. Trying to remember what Carmen had told her, she relaxed and tried to think of other things as she felt Martin's crown push against the back of her throat.

She stopped pulling him and waited; he seemed to understand and did not push, but after a moment, she pulled again and felt his head slide back down her throat. She pulled him out a little way and took a breath, then pulled him deeper this time. She did this two more times, and then he took over, gently thrusting into her mouth, and out again enough for her to breathe.

She felt his hands on the back of her head and panicked a little, but remembered that Carmen told her men like to do this, so she relaxed as he picked up the pace.

Martin was in another world, he could feel the head of his dick rubbing the back of Amanda's throat and going down a little, then he would pull out, and the sensation was incredible.

He had started to pick up his pace some and could feel her getting into it as he did so. He was close, so when he felt his balls tightening and his dick felt bigger in her mouth, he whispered, "Amanda, I'm..." But he did not get the words out before he felt the first jets of cum shooting from his dick, and instinctively he thrust himself into her mouth the rest of the way.

Carmen had told her this might happen too, and when she felt the first gushings of his seed down her throat, she braced for what might happen and was not disappointed. He pulled her head to him, and Amanda's nose was now planted into his pubic bone as he shot load after load down her throat. She could feel the warmth running through her throat and some of it seeping into her mouth. And when he was almost done, he pulled out, and the last two or three jets filled her mouth.

She had found a while ago that she liked the taste of cum, so she was not bothered by it as she swallowed his load.

When he pulled out he dropped to his knees, joining her on the floor of the shower, and leaned into her, breathing hard, "My turn to thank you, that was incredible."

He pulled her to him and kissed her. He could still taste a bit of himself in her mouth, but that did not bother him.

Dressed now, Amanda and Martin were sitting in the dining room. Martin was eating breakfast while Amanda played on the iPad she had been given.

She looked over at his plate and sighed. "I miss oatmeal... and eggs... and bacon." She kept looking at his plate as she listed a few other things.

"Have you tried to see if you can eat something?"

She nodded, "When you went to the toilet a bit ago I tried." She scowled, "I could not pick it up."

He lifted a piece of bacon and handed it to her to see if that worked, but when she reached for it, it fell through her hand and onto the table.

Martin grimaced, "Well that sucks, what are the rules for all this?"

He watched as she tried to pick up the bacon a couple more times before finally giving up, reminding him a little of the videos of cats swatting at fish on an iPad.

"What is 'Uber Eats'?", she asked.

Laughing, he explained, "In this time, people are lazy and do not like to go out, so with this, you can order food, and they will bring it to you." After a moment, he added, "It gained popularity during the pandemic."

She thought about this briefly, then typed on her tablet, "Was that this... covid thing I am reading about?"

He nodded, "Yes."

Amanda read a little more, "We had a cholera outbreak in Battleboro when I was fifteen, and my sister died of consumption when I was ten."

After that, they sat silently for a bit, and Martin asked her, "What else are you looking up?"

She touched the screen and looked at him, "This all seems so strange to me, Martin." She frowned, "You had two world wars, countless other wars." She shook her head, "Been to the moon, sent machines out to the other planets. And it looks like your politicians are getting dumber with each passing year."

Martin started laughing, almost causing him to choke on his coffee.

"Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?" She asked, getting a little mad at him.

Shaking his head and taking a drink to clear his throat, "No... Absolutely not. I agree with you one-hundred percent, Mandy..." He stopped, looked at her, then finished, "Sorry, Amanda."

She thought about it a moment, "I like that... 'Mandy'."

He cleared his throat again, "Anyway, I agree that we have a recent history of really bad people in office. It just caught me off guard how quickly you picked up on that."

She sat back in her chair. "I am just agog at how life has changed, how easier some things have become while others are difficult." She motioned to the tablet. "You have so many ways to talk to other people, but you are all so distant and lonely." She shook her head and looked down.

Smiling gently, Martin said, "You are right. And I am guilty of it too." He motioned in a random direction, "My sister and brother only live about fifty miles away, but I have not gotten together with them in almost ten years."

"Can you read books on this?"

"Yes, you can..." He reached for it and pulled up a site he liked to use: "Here... everything you can think of, from the classics to modern novels." Then he handed it back to her.

Looking at the list, she smiled. "I loved to read; I could never get enough of it. Daddy would buy me a book now and again, and sometimes, someone would give me one."

"Did you have a favorite?" Martin asked.

"Oh yes... I mean, I had the ones I knew my mother would like me to read, like Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre." She smiled wickedly and looked around as if her Mother would walk in at any moment and hear her. Then, in a low voice, she said, "But I liked Dracula, The Time Machine, and Dorian Gray."

"Why did you have to hide that you read those?"

She scooted closer. "Daddy used to be a minister; the only book he wanted me to read was the Bible." She slightly tilted her head and smiled. "Momma wanted me to be cultured so that she would hide books in the chicken shed."

Martin could see her blush a little, and her voice dropped even quieter. "She even left me a copy of Madame Bovary. I felt so naughty reading that."

Martin sat back up and smiled, pointing at the tablet, "I think you have a huge selection to read there. Almost every book you can imagine is on there."

Looking at the device she smiled and looked back at him, "Thank you, Martin."

He waved his hand. "It's nothing. I was not using that one, and if you can use it, maybe even share it with the Madam, then I will be happy." He stood, holding out his hand. "Come, let's go to the sitting room, and I will read you a story."

She took his hand and jumped out of the seat, "Wonderful, I have not been read to in years."

He laughed, "Over a hundred, I would suspect."

Elbowing him lightly in the ribs, she said, "Not nice, Martin."

When they got to the room, Martin sat down on the larger of the two sofas, and without waiting for an invitation, Amanda lay down on it, too, with her head in his lap.

"What would you like to read?"

She thought about it momentarily, then said, "I am in the mood for something like Dracula." There was a tinge of excitement in her voice.

He scanned through the books on the tablet and found one, "How about Frankenstein by Mary Shelly?"

She nodded, "I wanted that one by Momma told me it was too scary for me."

So he started reading to her, and that was how the rest of their day went. He read to her until around noon when they went to the kitchen for lunch.

After that, she took him on a tour of the house, giving a little history about each of the rooms they visited and what she recalled about the girls he would meet soon.

By evening, they had gone to the kitchen, where he had a TV dinner and wine.

"I had a wonderful day with you, Martin, " she said, moving her chair next to him.

"I has been great, I just wish I could have taken you outside."

She shrugged, "I understand, though. I tried going out a couple of weeks ago, but it's like there's a wall, and if I try too hard it hurts me."

Martin thought momentarily and sighed, "I have no idea, Mandy. I do not know enough about... well..." He felt awkward for a moment, "I don't know enough about ghosts, I guess."

Standing, he looked at her, "I am tired and think that it is bed time, Love." He held out a hand, "Would you care to join me?"

She smiled, took his arm, and they walked to his room. When they got there, she smiled again, said, "I will be a moment, " and disappeared.

Martin got undressed and laid down. He could feel himself wanting to doze off when he heard the bell and saw her standing in front of the bed, naked. Her body seemed to glow with its own light in the dark room.

"I'm back." She chimed. Then came around and climbed into bed with him.

He rolled on his side, and she pressed her back into him. She felt warm and smelled wonderful. He wrapped his arm around her, pulled her close, nestled his face in her hair, and fell asleep.

Martin was not sure how long he had been asleep since he had been awoken by crying. When he opened his eyes he realized that Mandy was still curled up against him, but was crying and talking in her sleep.

He stroked her hair and whispered, "It's OK, Mandy. You're ok."

She stirred a little, then looked back at him, "I had a bad dream."

"It's OK."