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Archive-name: Couples/hotbath.txt

Archive-author: Keisha J. Gray

Archive-title: Bath





(Copyright 1993)





Belt-test at the dojo, you as tester.  You come home around ten,

flushed, sore, and exhausted.  You sag into a soft chair, your equipment

bag still dangling from your fingers.  I remove it from your hand and ask,

"How was it?"



"They were all very big and very good," you mutter under your

breath, "and seemingly tireless."



"Hungry?"



You shake your head.  "A glass of water would be great, though." 

You gingerly untie your shoelaces and remove your shoes and socks.  I go

into the kitchen and return with the water.  "From the tap," I say.  "Not

too cold; don't want your stomach to cramp, dearest."



"Thanks for thinking of me," you say, smiling at me.  I sit on the

arm of the chair and kiss your sweaty forehead.



"I bet I taste like a salt-lick," you grouse.



"If I smeared you with butter, I'd take you out to the movies and

eat you while I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger," I reply, grinning.



"Nah; it'd have to be a Chow Yun-Fat flick for me to really enjoy

it," you reply, chuckling a little.



"I got a surprise for you," I say, kneading and massaging your

knotted shoulder muscles under my fingers.  "A piping hot bubble bath

awaits you in back."



"Ooh, that sounds wonderful," you say, wincing under my

ministrations.  "Is is real hot?"



"Real hot."  I stand and pull you to your feet.  "Go soak.  I'll

be in there in a bit with more water.  Or would you like iced tea?"



"Make it a Shiner Bock." You shuck your uniform top and wipe your

sweaty chest with it.  "I'm goin' to soak."



I go back into the kitchen and tidy up, rummaging around the

silverware drawer to find the bottle opener.  I crack open a beer and take

it into the back.  You're splayed out in the bathtub when I enter, head

the only thing visible above the soapy froth.  "This feels great," you

say, arching your neck as you stretch the muscles in your body.  "I'm glad

you thought of it."



"Pshaw.  I'm boiling the meat off your bones to make stock," I

retort, handing you your beer.  "Your libation, m'lord."



"Thank you, m'lady."  You take the bottle from me and swig long

and hard, then voice your approval with a hefty burp.  "Ah, the pause that

refreshes.  Care to join me?"

	

"Bath or beer?"



"Either."

	

I shake my head and perch on the toilet.  "Nah; I'll just sit here

and watch you splash around, my little ducky."



"Quack quack," you say, splashing the water and bubbles with your

hand, then burping again.  "My musical intestines."



"Do me a favor," I say.  "Close your eyes and soak, okay?"



You eye me suspiciously.  "What are you gonna do?"

	

"I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?  Just close your eyes.  This'll

feel really good."  I take the beer bottle from you and place it on the sink.

	

"Okay, but I'm warning you."  You sit back, close your eyes.  "Any

funny stuff and you _don't_ get a spanking."

	

"Fresh."  I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I

shower.  "I may not show you my new trick."

	

"How'd an old bitch like you learn a new trick?"

	

"Hush."  I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water,

getting it wet and soapy.  The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow.  I

begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging

your skin.  You glow pink and smile.

	

"Ah!  That feels so good, sweetheart," you whisper, a little catch

in your voice.

	

"How 'bout this?"  I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very

gently, then slowly stroke it.  The warm water swirls around your groin. 

"You like that?"

	

"That's...good," you moan, your body shifting.  I feel your hips

arch upwards under the water; I place the sponge against your waist and

gently push you back down.  "Relax," I say soothingly.  "Lie back, okay?"

	

You recline against the tub; I notice that your breathing is very

irregular now.  "Can I continue?" I ask.

	

"Please," you say.  I continue stroking, smoothing the water and

soap and sponge up and down your shaft, gently around the head, down

around your scrotum.  I increase the pressure, grasping you more firmly,

speeding up a little.

	

"Want me to stop?" I query.

	

"No, please; no, don't," you say quickly.  "Please."

	

Faster, harder I go, watching the delirious, delicious expressions

cascading over your face.  Your arm rises out of the bubbly water and

grasps the side of the tub.  You're breathing hard and your hips are out

of control almost, moving with the motions of my gloved hand.  Even

through the thick sponge I can feel the rigid shaft throbbing under my

fingers.  I myself am getting all sticky in my panties but I'm too fixated

on your cock to be distracted by it.

	

Suddenly your body goes rigid under the water and I feel your

penis explode in my hand.  Your head arches wildly back and an erotic

groan escapes your lips.  Then you relax and slide back under the water

again; your breathing deepens.  I take my hand out of the water and remove

the glove.  "You like?" I ask.

	

"Jesus," is all you can say.  I bend down and kiss you gently on

the lips.  "I'm going to bed," I say, flinging the sopping and slightly

sticky glove into the sink.  "You can join me when you're able."



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Comments and suggestions welcome.



--keisha j. gray



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