Slithery Sex in the Bath

Written by Tara Tainton

Wednesday, 23 January 2008 00:00

I suddenly realized it was the first time I'd be soaking in the tub with my lover. All that time had passed without us experiencing bath time together. Now, it was time to christen the bathroom of our new apartment.

He lit the candles and turned off the lights. I undressed and stepped in after him, my toes passing through the mountains of bubbles on the way in. I situated myself between his long legs, propping mine over his as we faced each other.

I felt shy. I always do when I'm in a new sexual situation with him. That feeling went away once his large hands had cupped my breasts and began smoothing the lathered soap over my skin. I instantly warmed to the touch and relaxed to discover what was in store for me.

We washed each other from head to toe. He gave me a deep foot massage, and I paid extra special attention to his tight thighs. We washed every crevice, memorized each other's body yet again.

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Maybe he anticipated my straddling him and pumping away while his erection entered and re-entered my supremely clean pussy. I had a little oral sex in mind. I'd carefully washed his cock very tenderly, even tasted it as a test. I looked forward to feeling the warmth of the water my breasts would be dipped in as I bent down to suck him off.

He decided he could reach my breasts for a second washing more comfortably if I turned to lean my back against his chest as I continued to sit between his spread legs. I turned around, situated myself, and relaxed completely as his warm hands cupped me again.

His palms sliding over my breasts felt really good. Too good. I closed my eyes, concentrated on the warmth of the water, and just felt everything. My nipples grew harder, and his hands continued their circular motion over my skin. Before I had a chance to consider it consciously, my pelvis was rising to the occasion. I wanted more.

Totally in tune, my lover's right hand left my breast and moved to my pussy. It merely cupped me at first, teasing with the promise of further pressure. I moved against his firm hand, asking for more attention. His hand slid over my inner thighs, lathering them again and only serving to make me ache all the more.

When I couldn't stand the teasing any longer, my lover broke the silence and asked what he already knew the answer to. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

His hand dripped water over my pussy, washing the remaining soap away, and clearing the path for more direct contact. One hand worked my breast and nipple while the other passed between my shaved lips and dipped a finger inside. I couldn't help but moan and move upwards to meet him. My ass cheeks squeezed harder together as if they could control his tempo.

His fingers responded in kind, working their way deeper, sliding in different directions and running along every line between my legs. They traced my shape, my lips, and circled my clit. They teased and taunted, and I moaned deeper, louder. I felt so many hands on me, all over my body. I pictured someone else helping my lover pleasure me.

The end of me was coming near. One of his fingers dove into my pussy, the other gently rubbed my clit. I was done, making one final attempt to grab his hard cock in my hand to pull him to climax along with me.

We worked each other together in a mad rush, in desperation. And soon, he was spouting into the bubbles while I screamed at the top of my lungs, my pelvis high in the air and straining with overwhelming tension.

We lingered there, wrinkling in the warm water, and soaked up the candlelight. We sipped from our glass of chilled wine and then passed that knowing look to each other. It was time to dry off and move into the bedroom.