I was standing in a room - at least I assumed it was a room because I didn't see any sky -- but it was unlike any room I had ever been in before. For one thing, I couldn't see any walls or a ceiling or windows. I could see the floor, it was white tile, but it just faded off in all directions as if disappearing into clouds or fog. I never looked behind me to see if I'd come through a door, but I suspected I wouldn't see one if I turned around. The only thing I did see in this "room" was a free-standing clawfoot bathtub and, reclining within it surrounded by bubbles, was Danielle.
Who is Danielle? I had only harbored a crush on her since the day I met her. She's smart, athletic, funny and very cute with long, light-brown curly hair and a very nice figure. For some reason, I wasn't surprised to see her and she didn't seem put off by my sudden appearance either. In fact, though I don't recall the exact conversation, we began talking as casually as if we hung out together in the bathroom every day. There was a short stool next to the tub which I moved to sit on as we talked.
All I could see of Danielle was her face and her long hair spread out and hanging out over the edge of the tub behind her; even her shoulders were hidden under the thick suds. She wasn't doing anything like washing herself, just reclining against the sloped end and looking very relaxed and comfortable as we chatted. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed something. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw a large, yellow sponge sitting just under the edge of the tub. I hadn't noticed it before. I reached back and picked it up and when I turned back I realized there was a soapdish hanging over the edge of the tub. Without even a pause in our conversation, I was dunking the sponge through the suds and into the water while I reached for the bar of soap sitting in the soapdish. As I lathered up the wet sponge with the soap, Danielle leaned forward and pulled her hair up and over her shoulder to keep it dry, giving me access to her back as if anticipating my next move. Starting with her shoulders, I washed her back all the way down under the water, which behind her was clear of suds. I stopped at the top of her ass only because she was still sitting on it.
I withdrew my arm and the sponge from the water and re-soaped it as Danielle held out her arm. I took her hand and soaped her arm up to her shoulder, raised her arm and soaped her armpit. Amazingly, the soap suds still clung to her even with her arm raised -- not even the slightest swell of her breast was revealed. This didn't occur to me at the time, only in retrospect. At the time, things seemed to be so natural that it was as if, despite having a nude woman within arms reach, I wasn't thinking sexual thoughts. I know...it strikes me as weird, too.
I ran the sponge down the underside of her arm and finished by cleaning her hand, which she then dunked under the water as she extended her other arm to me. I followed the same procedure on that arm, reaching across in front of her to do so. Both arms done, I lathered up the sponge again as Danielle reclined once again against the end of the tub, flipping her hair out over the edge as she did so. With her head tilted slightly back, I began washing Danielle's neck then moved to her upper chest. When my hand slid down under the suds, the sponge began riding down the swell of Danielle's right breast and when it passed lightly over her nipple, she closed her eyes and smiled. Since she appeared to be enjoying it, I ran the sponge around and over her nipple a few times before moving it around to the far side and coming back up underneath. A few more passes over her nipple and I moved on to the other breast, giving it a similar treatment. Danielle never spoke a word, but I was pleased to hear her sigh a few times.
