Part Three - Bubble Bath time!
I watched her all the way to her bedroom door. She walked like she was on a runway in Paris. The hose plus fishnets were hot AF, and I loved the peep toe heels. Shae may have been a bigger woman, what many consider BBW, but that didn't matter to her or me. I'm a big guy. I have a belly too. But that didn't define either one of us, and we didn't let it get in the way of great sex. In fact, I think it made the sex better - we were free to simply enjoy each other, and that's a rare thing.
She turned and looked at me, her blonde hair falling behind her, lit by a bright night light in the hall. I'd seen pictures of women who looked like that on Tumblr, and always thought "damn, she's hot! I'd love to spend some time with her", and here I was, spending time with her. I smiled at her. She put her hand on her hip, and posed for a minute, and then stepped into the dark master bedroom.
I stood up and stretched. I found a half-bath off the kitchen and used it. As I did, the smell of the sex we just had wafted up to me from my beard. Even the after sex smell smelled good! I knew right then that I was in trouble. It was rare that I was turned off by a woman's smell, but I liked the way a few smelled. And she smelled amazing! It was like peach juice, with flowers, and honey all at once. I went to the kitchen and filled the water bottle. I opened the fridge and saw why she tasted so good - there were at least six different fruits in containers, all prepped and ready to eat. A woman who eats a lot of fruit tastes sweet, like nectar. They're my favorite. I didn't know how many more times I was going to eat her pussy, but I knew it would be many. She tasted too good, and came too fast for me not to.
Then I saw a big bowl of fresh strawberries. Conveniently, there was also a bowl of whipped cream. I smiled. I was liking this woman more and more all the time. I snooped some more and found she was well stocked for the weekend - there was wine, prosecco, whiskey, and mixers. I took out the prosecco, strawberries, and whipped cream, grabbed the water bottle, and headed for the bathroom. I thought it would be nice to have a bubble bath (I knew she liked them - she had sent me a picture of her in the tub, with bubbles just covering her breasts; I could just make out her hard nipples). I wasn't expecting the tub she had.
I stepped into her room, which was very large. Her king size bed was against the wall facing me, with the usual furniture, but then there was also a nook off the side with a couch in it, and bookshelves. There were more candles lit, but also some low lights at the floor level lit the way. Her bed was sumptuous. The dark red sheets were pulled back, the pillows were piled high and thick. The curtains were open, but the storm outside made it almost as dark as night. To my left was the bathroom. When I stepped in I was blown away. It was almost as big as her bedroom. There were three skylights, and more low light coming from the floor.
There was a big window on the outer wall and a big, sunken tub in front of it. The shower was off to the side of the tub. There was a separate room for the toilet on the other side of the room. Two sinks were on the inside wall, and there was a lighted mirror, sitting table covered with makeup, and a chair.
Shae was already in the shower. It had a glass wall and door, so she saw me as soon as I walked in. She knocked on the glass to get my attention, and promptly pressed her chest against the glass. Then she wiggled around on it, holding her tits, and making sure I got a good show. I put the prosecco, strawberries, and whipped cream on the counter, then crossed the room to the shower. She opened the door, and I leaned in and kissed her. I put my hand on the back of her neck, and her wet arms wrapped around me. She opened her mouth and her cute, pink tongue licked my lips. I opened my mouth more and her tongue entered my mouth.
We kissed for a few minutes, her pressing her wet body against me. I could feel her nipples poking me, so I wiggled around a bit too. She moaned into my mouth and I moaned back. Damn! Her hand went down to my cock and balls. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and balls and massaged them. She knew exactly how to get my attention. After making out like that for several minutes, I realized she had pulled me into the shower with her, and the door was closed. She backed me up until we were under the shower head, the water cascading over our bodies. Her hard nipples pressed against me.
We finally parted. She pumped Oil of Olay soap into her hand and started lathering up.
"What'd you find?"
"I found prosecco, strawberries, and fresh whipped cream."
"Good! I hoped you would."
She began lathering my chest up and then hers.
"Did you know I'd find them? Did you ... plan that?"
She looked at me with her big blue eyes, and gave me a sly smile.
"Maybe." She shrugged. "Maybe I just know what's good, and figured you did too."
She rubbed her soapy tits against me. She went side to side, and then up and down. On her last movement down my body, she squatted down and soaped up my cock and balls with her tits. She moved to the side to let the water rinse us off, then kissed my growing cock on the tip. Then she stood back up and kissed me. "We need to make sure you're clean, y'know."
"I agree. And thank you for the assist. Would you like me to repay the favor?"
She shook her head no. "I've already taken care of it."
"Good," I said, gently going down on my knees. I wrapped my arms around her ass and thighs and hugged her, planting my face directly on her mound. She smelled great! Still like honeysuckle, with a hint of soap. My mouth puckered and I kissed her mound all over. I held her close to me, and didn't try to do more, but I kissed every inch of her mound and loins, while she held me head with her hand. She moaned, sighed, gasped, and made other happy noises.
"Hmmmmm, c'mere." I stood up and she kissed me hard, her arms wrapped around me. "Damn. you know just how to get me goin' again!"
"I can't help it. I won't try to. Your pussy smells, tastes, and feels amazing. It should be worshiped. Your body should be worshiped. That's why I'm here. I'm your loyal and faithful ... worshiper."
"I like the sound of that. I've never been worshiped before. I don't think I'd know what to do."
I leaned over and kissed her again. I loved her lips. They weren't fake plump, but real plump. They were soft, and felt nice against mine. She was a really good kisser too.
"You don't have to do anything. Well. Be you."
