kalynwic

Fantasy
from my blog

You sweep me up in your arms and carry me to the bathroom. You test the temperature of the water before lowering me into the tub and turning off the faucets. I sink into the steaming water and just keep going, my groans of innocent pleasure intensifies the pulsing warmth centered in your groin. I disappear inch by voluptuous inch submerging my slender waist, the generous swell of my breasts, my creamy shoulders and finally my dark tousled head. You think you might have to dive in after me and are rather relishing the prospect when I emerge shaking water out of my eyes like an exuberant seal.

I flash you a grateful smile that makes your heart thunder in your ears like a kettledrum. I heave a contented sigh as I lean my head back against the rim of the tub and close my eyes. The candles bathe me with flickering light and perfume the air with the intoxicating scent of jasmine. The water laps at the pale globes of my breasts just as you long to do.

Drenched with sweat and quivering with delicious anticipation you join me. As you slip into the water like a sleek merman I clench my eyes shut as a violent wave of shyness forces me to pretend I am still alone. Unfortunately my fantasy did not withstand the moist hot brush of your lips against my own. When I open my eyes you draw me into the cradle of your legs turning me so that my back rests against your chest. The lean hard angles of your body are utterly foreign yet fit my soft curves like fingers in a velvet glove. The water envelopes us in a warm cocoon as you reach for the sandalwood scented soap.

You bathe me like a cherished child, beguiling me with a tenderness that is almost chaste...almost. You begin by scooping handfuls of water over my breasts and then run the hard slick bar of soap over and between them with hypnotic grace until my rigid nipples glisten.

You massage shampoo into my hair until my scalp tingles. You the rinse out the foaming lather by coaxing me to brace my weight against your own and float in the buoyant water. I could drift in this heavenly state for an eternity especially with you nibbling at the delicate skin of my neck.

Gently urging me to my knees you wash my back, belly and thighs kneading my weary muscles until I feel the lingering tension drain from my body leaving me blissfully relaxed...a limp melting creature who is utterly acquiescent to your touch.

I toss back my hair in mingled shock and delight as you rub the softening cake of soap between my legs lavishing the same tender attention on each hidden cleft and hollow. Lost in a haze of sensual pleasure I almost do not notice that the soap has dwindled to nothing and your fingers have taken up the erotic dance.

You glide your hands up my soap slicked sides to cup my breasts from behind, nipping the back of my neck in an age-old sign of mastery. You roll my hard nipples between your thumb and forefingers. Stroking gently...

(Let me know how you would like to see this end...)