A fantasy of how I would like to indulge the woman I love
Indulging My Sweetheart
Picture yourself waiting in my bath. Large round
jacuzzi, but not the deep poolside kind, but only
about 2-3 feet deep, smooth bottom..
Candles set around the sides, music piped in and
controlled by a remote. A large window, with thin
gauzy white curtains, and a skylight overhead to
provide warming sunshine daytime, and to allow stars
to be visible when dark descends, and all other lights
are extinguished.
The tub is full of hot, steamy water, and in filling
it, you have added a couple tablespoons of bath oil,
and a scented buble bath...the oil feels slick, and
makes delicious beads of water cling to your wet and
exposed portions.
I find you sitting deep in the bubles, your hair
casually up, with loose tendrils curling in the
humidity and some stuck to your neck or cheek or
forehead.
I can see nothing else, but as your arms are along the
tub behind you, I can imagine how your body is laid
full out, enjoying the bubles popping all over, and
that parts of you are more bouyant than others, but
still invisible under your buble-lingerie...
You sigh as I enter the room, lowering yourself a
little deeper in the water, the flickering candlelight
enhancing the flushed and red glow of your skin.
I ask how you are enjoying your reverie, and you tell
me it is great, but that you hope it will be even
better with my company. I smile, and kneel beside the
outside of the jacuzzi. I asked if you have been
enjoying the jets, and you say some, though the noise
interferes a bit with the quiet and the music. I grab
a lufa sponge, and motion for you to slide over to
allow me to rub your back. I soak it in the oily,
bubly water, and rub up and down your back, moving a
little to the sides...but the knowledge that your full
breasts lurk or bob so close by forces me to pull
back....very reluctantly.
I attach a hose with a sprayer attachment to the
faucet, and turn on the taps, adjusting the water to a
comfortable tempurature. I ask if I might be allowed
to wash your hair for you. You moan, and lie back
again for me, and hold one hand over your forehead,
tipping your head back, and shielding your eyes from
the errant drips of water as I aim the flow of warm
water over your head, stopping to set the hose down,
and rub the water into your scalp, before squirting
yet again. My hands work through your scalp and I
encourage you to relax, the shampoo in my hands making
your hair even silkier and fun to massage your scalp,
neck, forehead....I spend a good 3-4 minutes rubing
and caressing your head, and yes, I have thoughts of
using that sprayer and my fingers on another thatch of
hair, but I keep those thoughts to myself, though I am
quite distended and aroused, being here with you, as I
kneel behind you.
I ask if I may rinse, and you just moan a little more
in assent. I do not worry about your eyes this time,
but as I spray, I massage and rinse. The back wall of
the jacuzzi has a mirror in the tile, and I enjoy
watching you watch me, and I hope you enjoy watching
my arms flex as they work to knead your scalp, and
that you catch my furtive glances at your smiling face
as well.
Then, using your conditioner, I start all over again.
It makes your hair feel different, but I massage it
in, taking my time, my fingers stopping to trace along
your cheeks, jaw, neck, ears, shoulders and then back
and forth to your scalp. You feel very relaxed under
my fingers....later, I whisper, I hope you will let me
brush it out....
When I am done rinsing, I set the hose aside, and
start to massage your shoulders. I again can watch
your face, eyes closed, as I massage your neck and
shoulders, in the mirror opposite.
Stopping suddenly, I invite you to turn around, back
against the far wall, and ask you to give me your
feet. You lift them from the suds, your eyes now
directly in mine, soft and relaxed and enjoying my
pampering....
I massage each foot, working the heel of my hand into
the balls and arches of your feet, rubing up and over
your toes, caressing with fingertips the soft upper
side of your feet, and leaning, smiling at your eyes,
as I kiss and lightly lick and suck on a toe tip or
two...
You ask me to join you in the tub. "Really," I ask,
"this was supposed to be your time."
"Two makes any time spent like this much better,"
you suggest.
My own thoughts exactly, as I rise from my knees, and
you turn around, as if to give me a moment, but fully
watching in the reflection of the mirror opposite, as
I stand, and turning sideways, lift the elastic
waistband of my boxers out past my engorged length of
aroused cock, and drop them to the ground. Pretending
I don't know you are watching, I stroke my tingling
shaft a couple times, before turning, stooping, and
touching your shoulders from behind, let you know I
want to slide in behind you.
You slide forward, balling yourself up somewhat, and
as I slip in behind you, you lay back again against my
chest, your head knoodling up under my chin, your
freshly washed hair filling my senses.
We exchange small talk, water temp, you feel so good
here, and such as my hands move to caress the length
of your arms, along the outsides, your body still
entirely hidden from me by the mounds of popping,
crackling little bubles. You turn your head to kiss
me, and then, sliding out of my grasp, your smooth,
round firm ass popping to the surface behind you as
you turn over, and your hands supporting you on the
bottom, you return for more face-to-face kisses.
Floating in front of me, all for the taking...but I
resist allowing my hands to find you. But, as the
kisses linger and grow in ardor, my hands relent, and
I lift them, palms upturned and open, to find your
sexy breasts, bouyant while they press against your
chest, from underneath you, full and so devastatingly
inviting....I feel your purr as we kiss, and despite
the water's effect, your effort to press down into my
hands...you move your body so that you can start to
rub your pelvis along one of my shins, then my knee,
pressing down, and I return the press, lifting my knee
somewhat....hump me baby. Make it feel good.
I release my attention to your breasts and grasp your
hips, moving your whole body, so light in the water,
forward and back on me, my tongue moving in and out of
your mouth, while your pelvis moves over my thick leg.
Then, I push you back further, separating us, and you
smile, and kiss my nose, which you can still reach,
and then you laugh and scoop some bubles on to an
forefinger and swipe it onto my nose. I turn you, and
pull you back to me, and you reach behind you to
stroke and press my hard cock up against my stomach,
feeling it pres against your back, as you settle where
I am seemingly leading you. I lift you again, sliding
my legs together, and hooking my feet inside your
ankles. Reaching behind me with a free hand, I hit
the button to turn the jets on to their lowest
setting. Then, with one toe, I reach in front of us
and adjust the aim of the jet directly opposite of us.
Then, baby, I whisper, "always wanted to do this..." I
grasp your ankles with my feet, pulling your legs
apart, and moving us forward across the tub a bit, I
try to aim the jet at your throbing sex. As I am
maneuvering, an opportunity for more fun presents
itself. I feel a jet coming from the bottom under my
thigh, and readjusting my body, and the jet across
from us, I aim two jets at your body, clear,
invisible, unrelenting jets, small columns or shafts
of vibrating water, pulsing, moving against you,
caressing....mmmm, baby, can feel some of that one
under us on my balls and behind....feels so good.
Using my fingers now, just hovering near your tummy, I
check the aim of the throbing shafts of water...
hoping that one is sliding between my fingers as I
open your labia, and that the other is throbing right
under you, against your very bottom. Moving a bit, I
wonder if having it throb over your ass feels good,
anywhere as good as I hope it does over your vagina
opening....like that baby? Feel good? I don't recall
if I vocalize it.....your hands reach high and circle
my neck, I can watch your face, your head and your
shoulders as you start to move yourself now over this
double teasing by pulsing, vibrating shafts of
water...your body moves so sexily....I love to watch
your face, your shoulders emerging from the water now
as you arch and dance before the twin jets....I love
you baby, love to watch your sensuousness....
"Touch me, Chase," you murmer, your body arching,
being carried away, my finger holding your open, and
one hand moving now to grasp or frame the beginning
swellings of your breasts....the way your hips are
grinding and moving, my cock is really enjoying it,
pressed against your moving backside...
Damn baby, this is so hot....watching you, wondering
what you are thinking, wanting, needing, and all the
lurid thoughts rushing through your head....wish I
could fuck you, slide into you, and have that bottom
jet caressing my balls and sensitive area behind my
balls while the other jet and my fingers combine to
stimulate your clit, your tits and nipples....
"Turn it up, baby," you groan, and I release a breast
momentarily to reach behind me, and hit the control
switch, increasing the power of the jets. I love it
that you will let me serve you, please you, that you
vocalize your wants and desires to me without
reserve...
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh" you whimper, and I tell you
you are so sexy, that I am so excited behind you, and
that you should open your eyes and watch yourself cum
in the mirror. You slow down, opening your rich eyes,
and look at yourself, shyly, your lips being chewed
gently by your teeth, and then broadening your smile,
you start fucking the water jets again, licking your
lips and talking back to me, telling me it feels so
good, so unimaginably good, perhaps even going so far
to tell me that it feels like you are being double
teamed, my cock and some lassie's tongue working you
over at the same time.
I can't stand it anymore, and I do as I wished
earlier. I lift your hips, you moan disappointedly, I
slide under you, and imaple you on me, to your squeals
of delight, moving myself forward over that jet, and
settling you back and adjusting ourselves to continue
the forward jet's ministrations to your pussy....
"Oh Chase," you reassure me, "you fill me so much, it
feels so goooooooooood!!!"
Then I settle back, holding off, glad to feel your
pussy muscles working me over as you work yourself up,
and my hands return to cupping, caressing and stroking
your breasts and nipples, still under the suds, but
slick, warm, soft and full in my hands...
I want to watch you, feel you, make you and experience
your cum.....
Your thrashing becomes more frantic, frenzied...your
vocalizations thrilling and making my balls bulge with
boiling cum....While I intended to hold back, your
shouts and urgent enticements soon have me on the edge
of passion and pleasure, "Shoot it in me, let me feel
it, fill me, Chase, I will do anything next, give it
to me..."
All the lurid thoughts of wanting to taste, hold, see
and touch your body have gone, with pure pleasure
welling up in me, cum seething through my cock, as you
grind and bounce and slither back on me, taking all of
me, your hands clasped behind my head, wrenching my
head forward, as you arch and press on my, your hips
quivering and rutting side to side, and as I feel you
tense and shudder, my own eruption is out-of-control,
and I feel heat and pleasure and tingling and the
whoosh of my roiling cum, shooting, cascading bursting
forth into your clenched and throbing core....
"Ah, oh oh oh", my own hips now lifting....more
spurts, "oh baby, baby baby, oh yessssssss"
As we settle, subside, breathing hard, panting, and
our eyes open and we laugh, looking at each other in
the mirror, smiling, water having splashed out of the
tub over the stone tile floor....you turn,
disengaging, and offer me again your delicious
mouth...
I am hoping htere is more to come....your hands
stroking me under the water, bringing me back to life,
you teasing me, arching back against the tub, your
breasts finally exposed, you flopping and rubing my
filling and rising cock between them, over them,
blowing kisses, teasing me with your mouth, or on your
knees, your ass above the bubles, while my hands
plays with your pussy, and your breasts fill my hands,
the mirror beside us, and the water making everything
slicker, hotter, lighter and adding a new dimension...
rinsing yourself, and sitting on the edge, hands back
on the edges, while I eat your soft and wet pussy,
until you sit facing me, your tits level with my
mouth, and you ride me yet again....
Then, to the bedroom, to your vanity, where, standing
behind you and watching your face in the mirror, I can
brush your hair til dry, stooping to lick and kiss
beads of water from your back and shoulders. I would
love watching you applying and touching up your
make-up, your delicate fingers doing their work, your
eyes critically checking the results, adding something
here, a touch more there. Then you lean back against
me, satisfied, and while I stand back, my brushing
done, I watch your breasts lift under whatever sheath
you have donned, as you slide your hands under your
hair behind your neck to fasten the clasp to a long
dangling necklace that plays in your cleavage, so
sexy...finishing perhaps with some small studs in your
ears, or swapping them for some sexy hoops.
Taking your hand, I lead you to stand, and turning to
you, I see you and not a reflection. A light kiss, an
brace, and I lead you to the bed. I lie you down,
letting you adjust the pillows, and removing what you
have worn for warmth. I start at your feet, applying
scented and edible oil warmed over a candle, and
massage your body. I move up your legs, leaning over
to kiss your calves, the inside of your knees, and
your thighs, perhaps lightly humming, or recounting
how exciting it has been luring you here. I work over
your ass, teasingly allowing liberal amounts to spill
from my fingers, and to slip and crawl down your crack
and between your legs.
Perhaps I exclaim at my clumsiness, and follow with
fingers or tongue....Perhaps you close your legs to
me, enjoying the teasing, tickling crawl of the
rivulet of oil, insisting I finish what I have
started, and my hands and attention continue up your
back, kneading, rubing, massaging.
I cannot keep my hands totally under control, and soon
they are moving wider, again a bit of oil allowed to
lead me, gravity and attraction, and my fingers are
following drips of oil that lead me to the sides of
your pressed breasts at your sides, furtive swipes
with my fingers. Lowering myself, you feel my hard,
heated cock sawing lightly over your shiny and slick
ass, the crevass of your ass a welcoming cradle as I
move slowly over you, trying
to keep my concentration focused through my hands,
rubing your muscles and back gently, but firmly
stimulating you through your back. As my hands work
over the trapezius muscles from your neck and
shoulders, the grinding of my steely shaft on your
backside is more insistent, pressing your own
throbing pelvis more firmly against the bed, and the
hint of rhythm in my hips' movement is an avoidable
language to both our minds.
Finally, your own resistence is at an end, and you
roll over, grasping my bloated cock again, and invite
me to mount you, to do whatever, my oil coated cock
shiny and hard in your hands, between your breasts, or
led to your pussy, where you invite me with no
uncertain terms to fuck you till my sexual brains are
satisfied, enthralled, and I can cum no more, your own
body enjoying repeated orgasms, starting soon after my
shaft slides in and as the friction of our joint
carnal dance consumes us ...and after I pull a sheet up
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to cover us, we then doze, for awhile, bodies
pressed and intertwined,.....
Did I forget about dinner and treating you to a nice
night out, or is this ok?
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