"Take one step forward, but no more than one step," I instruct you. You obey, wondering why for a moment, but then you realize why I've had you do this. Standing there in the nude just a foot from the edge of the tub, infinitesimally small bits of water leap up from the shower spray to touch your body all over, from your neck down to your knees. You can't see them in the dimness; you can only feel them, specks so tiny that each one feels less like actual moisture than a kiss from something that disappears upon touching you. You look down at yourself and in a moment you can just barely see a thin sheen of wetness on your breasts. Every few seconds a hint of water lands upon your nipples, your stomach, the soft patch of hair above your hips.
The overall effect is completely soothing. You could stand here forever, getting warmer and warmer. The candlelight flickers upon your nude body. The water droplets which can't be seen even touch the candle flame itself, making it shudder and dance more urgently, but there's still only enough light to see the tub by. Almost everything behind you in this room is in shadow.
"Okay, my love, you can get in the shower now. There's a new bottle of your favorite soap on the rack inside. It'll be very dark in the tub, but I'll help you get adjusted in just a minute. Think you'll be okay by yourself in here till then?"
"Oh yes," you say. You draw the curtain back, step inside, and close the curtain again. When you're fully inside the shower, it's as close to being completely dark as you can imagine; the flame is screened out now. Still standing just out of the water's reach, you feel out for the bottle of bath gel and take it in your hands. You open the cap and smell the bottle; yes, it's your favorite kind all right. You fill your left hand with gel and replace the bottle. You rub the soap between both hands, getting a nice lather going with the help of the water, and then step forward into its spray.
It's the perfect temperature and you let it hit your chest and your face, loving it. You hear the bathroom door close, and you see my shape just beyond the shower curtain and smile. You rub the lather on your hips and across your stomach, angling your head so that the water covers your hair and your face. You turn and feel the water, jetting from the shower head with surprising intensity, coat your back and run downwards. Then it's back to wash your face again, and to lather up your breasts.
"I'll help with all that," you hear me say as the curtain is drawn back again and I step into the shower with you. You don't even look back. The dimness of the room is working on you, and it seems unimportant to see much of anything; your other senses are more than ready to give you a nice bathing experience, here in the woods inside a private house, inside a small room and an even smaller enclosure within it, your body wrapped now in layer upon layer of solitude. All you can really see is the shower head and the wall beside you, meaningless shapes in the dark. It's difficult to even see my hands when you look down to find them slipping around your breasts.
"Just here to get you clean," I tell you, and you allow the weight of your body to go limp and lean back against me as my lathered hands rub the soap all over your chest, crossing my arms across it, squeezing and caressing. Your skin is slippery and soon I have your entire torso covered in that scented foam and I'm spreading it out from your neck to your waist, my hands moving slowly in all directions, occasionally hesitating to skate them from a place just below your neckline down over your breasts toward the nipples, where I cup your entire bosom just firmly enough to let you know that maybe there's more going on here than just bathing.
I hear you exhale comfortably and then I do your back, cleverly scooping up all the excess suds that have rested on your breasts and transferring them to your shoulders, letting them slide down over your back while I press more gel from the bottle into my hands. You feel your nipples gradually harden and you look at them proudly as they protrude from your breasts, asking to be soaped up, scrubbed, even pinched. But instead I've moved on and I'm playfully soaping your ass, using both hands to cup your cheeks and rubbing them over and over and over again.
I squeeze your hips and run my backs of my hands across your lower back. You feel the lather slide from your buttocks down to your thighs, and now I've reached down to touch them, guiding the lather downwards toward the backs of your knees and pausing momentarily to bring some of it back up toward the space where your legs part. Your inner thighs become soaked with lather....first the right, then the left, up and down, as if I'm on some showroom floor and you're the product whose lines I want to feel and admire before I purchase you and take you home. You spread your legs a bit to give me fuller access, and you feel my hands high up on your thighs, soaping here, there, and everywhere, stopping just short of your labia.
I withdraw my hand then, which is a bit disappointing at first, but you see my arm reach around you to replace the bottle of gel on the rack, and you can just see that my hand is full of the lovely stuff again, and I turn my palm up to allow the warm water to soak it briefly and bring it up to temperature. Immediately after that, my arm disappears and the next thing you're aware of is my entire palm, thick with lather, cupping the entire area of your pussy, pressing the soap all over it and rubbing it all around.
You emit an involuntary gasp but before I get too involved I've moved back to your thighs and then reached around the front to soap up your pudenda. Once again my hand dips down low, and you feel my sudsy fingers touch you in just the right place once more. A second later I'm turning your body around to face me. You don't resist at all or ask me what I'm doing.
You see me for the first time, naked as you are, and I'm sinking slowly to my knees, where I rest with my head at the level of your waist. To make sure you never slip, you place your soft hands on my shoulders, looking down at the top of my head. I scoop up lots of suds from your legs and press my right hand onto the wet thatch of your pubic area. Then I glide my hands down your inner thighs and let my fingers play lightly over your ankles. I even soap up your feet and your toes. Then I stand up again, and kiss you on the mouth.
You open it to receive some of my tongue, and when I feel you meet it with your own, I bring you close to me. Much of the soap from your body is transferred to mine as we kiss, your breasts pressed against my chest. You close your eyes and see nothing, just feel it all. My arms move around you and you're entirely enveloped in my embrace, the warm water cascading down your back, as cozy as you've ever been in your life. Eventually we must break our kiss and I tell you it's time to get all the soap off and join me outside the tub in a minute or so. As I turn to step out of the shower you feel my rigid cock graze your thigh and know this has been very, very nice for me too.
You spend another minute in the shower letting the water wash away all the lather. The candlelight dances and plays outside the tub, creating uneven shadows on the wall. The moment you're done rinsing yourself, my hand appears inside the enclosure to turn the tap off. You don't even have to bend to do it yourself.
"Okay, I believe it's time to dry off," I invite you, and pull back the shower curtain. You step out towards me, displaying your hard nipples for me to gaze at. I'm holding a big blue towel for you to step easily into. You do it, and I begin to dry you off myself, just patting you softly, starting with your shoulders, moving down your chest to your legs. I tell you to raise your arms up and you giggle and I pat under them. I tell you to turn around and you do so that I can rub the towel down over your glistening ass. When all this is done, I turn briefly to the sink. I'm little more than a naked silhouette to you, a silhouette with a very noticeable part extending outwards. From the sink I've lifted a garment you've never seen before.
"Step into this," I say, and I proceed to wrap you delicately, like a very special present, inside what you might think of as the finest wrapping paper in the world. It's a dark red silk robe with a complicated black stripe design. The feel of it going over your arms and enshrouding itself around your body is heavenly.
"Oh my," you say wonderingly. "When did you buy this, and how short do we have to cut the vacation to pay for it?"
"I have my secrets, Lilli," I answer. Standing in front of you, I tie the sash very loosely around your waist and the robe is fully yours. Now only one of us is wearing any clothes. I take your hand in mine and announce that it's time to head to the master bedroom, where the rest of your pre-sleep ritual will take place.
I blow the candle on the tub out, leaving us in total darkness for a moment, and then we walk companionably across the hall and into the large master bedroom, with its carefully selected reprints of the great masters hanging on the walls. You notice before we even enter that I've set up a few more candles to provide atmosphere.
It's really just as dim as the bathroom was. Impossibly soft illumination rests on Monet's Waterlilies above the oak headboard. I lead you by the hand over to the newly made bed and tell you to lie on it face down. You climb up upon it, move forward like a very sexy tiger, and ease your body down so that your wet hair spreads across the satin pillow. Your breasts are pressed pleasantly beneath you, and you can see nothing but the wall. Deciding that's not much of a sight, you close your eyes and sigh. You're not really that tired anymore. The shower might have put you out for the count, but certain sensations in there certainly woke you up.
