Lauren showered. She asked me to join her but one of us would have been standing in the cold, at the back of a slippery tub. Instead, she left the curtain open as I sat naked on top of the toilet seat admiring her. I knew we would need to talk about what's next, just not yet. I suspected we had a little more to explore.
When Lauren soaped up her gorgeous breasts, in the tub where I first beheld their glory, I could see her nipples perk up, and my cock half-responded. Lauren noticed and reached out a soapy hand to stroke me a few times. Her hot, slippery fingers glided up and down and blood rushed right to my cock head. The steam and spray made my face and chest glisten.
"Mr. G-, I mean Kevin, I made you kind of dirty. I should clean you up." Slow stroke up, slowly down again.
"Mmmmmm. I appreciate your help. Maybe let's finish with you before you worry about me?" She nodded and gave me one more upstroke, tighter this time. I smiled and closed my eyes as a shudder of pleasure ran through my body.
I opened my eyes to Lauren playfully looking down her chest, boosting her lush tits only to let them flop back and splash. Then Lauren raised an arm and sniffed her armpit. Her sudden, sharp expression told us both that she hadn't washed there yet. With two hands she pulled up on her fleshy mons, the skin pulled back to let her inner lips and clit peek out. Lauren ran one finger up the length of her slit, passed it below her nose and then held it out for me to sniff. Our mixed scent was intoxicating, and I stuck my tongue out to lick the wetness from her finger. She giggled.
"Let me get those spots for you," I said, standing up. She gave me a sultry glance and then raised her arm again.
I took the soapy loofah in one hand and her arm in the other. Before washing her I breathed in a whiff of her armpit, and while the smell was intense, it instantly raised my temperature and my cock. I gently cleaned her pit, then placed my hands on her hips to rotate her body and access the other side. As she turned, her ass pushed out and brushed my stiff cock. She paused and bent down slightly to arch her back and shake her full bottom. Seeing her invitation, I rested the loofah on the small of her back and cupped the underside of her ass with both hands, caressing the cheeks before I reached under with my right hand, sliding two fingers down her outer labia then through the slickness of her folds, which were much wetter than the shower-soaked skin around them. On past her perineum, I paused at the intense heat of her asshole, gently swirling my fingers around her little star.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" she moaned. "Stay right there." Around and around I applied light pressure on her hot knot. She tensed momentarily and arched her back with a shudder. I kept up the sensation on her asshole with one hand as I brought my left hand around the front, wide to the outer edges of her swollen pussy. I glided forward and back with a gentle squeeze, then placed a third finger on her protruding clit for just a moment, eliciting an immediate response. "My God!" Lauren grunted. "Stay there too!"
Lauren grinded her glorious ass and pussy into my hands, and looking forward I saw her large breasts swaying just a beat behind her hip rhythm. She was getting close to the edge, and I wanted to push her to the next level, so I slid one finger into her well-lubricated pussy, and eased another just inside her tight asshole.
The effect was immediate. Lauren clenched her butthole around my finger and arched her back. "Oh FUCK!" she cried.
I picked up the pace with her pussy, thrusting it in and out, deep and steady, repeatedly as she grinded in time with my hand movement. A gush of juices ran down my hand while her pussy walls constricted, and I could feel sudden tightness on the finger in her ass. I pumped and pumped through the rhythmic contractions until Lauren swatted a hand back to get my other finger out of her asshole. The moment I popped out she emitted a scream so primal the bass resonated through my chest.
Immediately, Lauren held my shoulder and eased herself down onto the edge of the tub, still breathing heavily. She was a puddle, an exhausted heap of human flesh, with water running down folds of skin at her sides and large glistening globes hanging from her beet-red chest.
I picked up the loofah and put a hand on her shoulder. This startled her out of a daze and she looked up at me with the hungriest grin, her face fully flush behind slicked back wet hair. Lauren gently lifted her left arm and I slid the soapy loofah along her tricep to land at her unwashed armpit.
But instead of setting her arm back down, she reached out to cup the underside of my balls, establishing a firm grip and pulling me closer. Still breathing heavily, Lauren turned to straddle the tub ledge, her red pussy resting on the cool porcelain, now with both hands on my sack, and she drew me close to her face. I lifted my left leg over the ledge so I could face her and then Lauren wrapped her lips around my half-erection, turning it immediately into a full hardon.
