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"Yes, I guess that is necessary," he replied haltingly. "I was just thinking."
"Well, now is the time for doing, not thinking," she reminded him. "But you remember your promise? No fooling around till we've finished eating.
He nodded and reached to the bottom of her pale blue sweater and began to tug it up slowly toward her shoulders revealing a dainty white lace bra. The pink curves of her breasts swelled up with each breath that she took and her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer lace. He admired the light dusting of freckles on her shoulders. His tongue poked out from his mouth slightly as he thought about playing connect the dots with her freckles. He pulled her sweater over her head and off, tossing it onto the bed. She shook her head to let her hair fall freely about her shoulders as his fingers danced down over her body toward her waist. His hands moved down to her khaki Capri pants and quickly had them unfastened and unzipped. He eased them down from her hips and squatted down to take them the rest of the way. He looked up at her face, his eyes lingering on the pale flesh of her thighs, the matching white lace thong, and the supple curves of her belly. He let his eyes linger over every part of her, each curve and nuance of her body creating a new feeling, a greater sense of excitement than the previous.
He began to loosen the strap on her heeled sandals, letting her ease her lovely foot from each. Draping her pants carefully draped over the footboard, he ran his hands up to her hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her thong. His eyes looked into hers as he began to ease it down from her hips. She drew in a deep breath and licked her lips again as he drew the little lace garment all the way down to her ankles and she stepped out. It was his turn to lick his lips as his eyes rose to gaze on her completely shaven pussy. Without even breathing, he could sense her scent as his eyes gazed at the sweet cleft of her pussy. He felt a deeply sexual vibration inside as he looked at the perfect shape, the appetizing split. He swallowed at the sight of such a pretty little pussy. With just the very tip of his tongue poking out between his lips, he leaned toward her before remembering his promise. Not till after we eat, they had agreed. He gazed up to see her looking down at him, an amused yet lustful look on her face, as his fingertips slowly ran up the length of her legs. He hoped that she felt even half of the surging sensations that were swirling around inside him.
He slowly stood up and brought his hands up and around to unfasten her bra, slipping the narrow straps from her shoulders, pulling it away from her body, and then tossing it onto the bed with the rest of her clothes. Her breasts were gorgeous; not huge but with a perfect shape and topped by cute little pink and very expressive nipples. His hands lingered on the warm flesh of her waist as he looked down into her flashing green eyes. She leaned up and kissed him gently, but as his arms slipped around her naked body and she pressed up against him, their passion escalated and they were soon kissing and tonguing each other's mouth and neck and shoulders. Just as he began to nibble on her ear lobe, she pulled back suddenly.
"Um, my bath, Jeeves," she blurted out, pushing him back as they took a breath.
"I thought I was Cheeves," he replied with a smirk.
"Like whatever," she said with a similar smile creeping onto her face.
He took her hand and led her into the bathroom where the candles created a romantic amber glow. The freestanding tub was nearly overflowing with bubbles and the air smelled of jasmine and wildflowers. He helped her into the tub and watched as she settled down into the bubbles.
David reached for the soap and starting with her feet began to bathe her leisurely. He reached into the water and took turns pulling up each leg and soaped up her foot and ankle and knee and the part of her thigh that he could reach. Using a soft circular motion he lovingly ran the sponge over her long legs. His hands dipped down below the waterline reaching for those parts of her legs still submerged. In doing so his fingers grazed across her pussy and he purposefully let them linger near her tender folds, his pinky having nerve enough to slip between them for just a moment and fumble at her clit.
As he rinsed out the loofah and reapplied the soap. Holly leaned forward and knelt near him, bringing her shoulders and breasts nearer to his reach. He gently scrubbed her shoulders and neck and arms and underarms. He reached around and began to work on her back as well. When he rinsed out the sponge and began to rinse her body off as well, moved to position her body so that her breasts were almost right in his face so he could ignore them no longer. She brought her arms up above her head to present them to him and David began to soap up the loofah. Starting on the outer reaches he began to draw circles and figure eights around them, slowly closing in to lightly scrub the tips. She leaned farther toward him as he began to scoop up some of the bathwater by hand and splash it onto her chest. Pressing her breasts into his hands as he rinsed them, she brought her face close to his and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face. Her lips were parted and her tongue began to circle her soft full lips. His hands were now not so much washing her as feeling her and when she leaned a bit further toward him as if to kiss his lips, he pulled back.
"Um, ah, your bath?" he mumbled. "Shouldn't we like finish your bath?"
Holly frowned playfully and settled back into the tub for a moment.
"Your back," he said curtly. "We didn't really do your back."
She smiled and rose up onto her knees and turned to present her lovely wet and naked backside to him. He soaped up the loofah and began at her shoulders and slowly worked his way down. She amused herself by playing with the bubbles as he bathed her, scooping up handfuls of suds and pasting them onto her breasts and belly. When he reached her butt, she stuck it out dutifully for him and spread her thighs apart inviting his touch up between her legs. He did let the sponge and the hand holding it linger a bit in that warm wet region between her legs and as he did so, she pressed her pussy down onto his hand as it gently slid back and forth.
David finally withdrew his hand and began to rinse off her backside, savoring the sight of the water cascading down over the curves of her back. As he moved his hands over her shoulders, he started to massage her and she shifted her position to get more comfortable in the tub. Holly leaned back into the press of his palms as he worked the stiffness from her body. She rolled her head from side to side, letting him move his hands further up the back of her neck to chase away any lingering tension.
"Mmm. That feels so good, David," she cooed. "Please don't stop."
He slipped his hands down her backside, feeling the supple muscles of her back loosen up as he pressed his fingers and palms into her. There was an island of stiffness on each side of her lower back and he slowly worked to release it from her. She moaned perceptibly and leaned back.
"Oh, thank you, David," she said softly. "That feels so good."
"You're welcome," he replied matter-of-factly. "Maybe we can do some more later on."
Her smile let him know of her inclination for later. David then he reached down for the loofah and began to soap it up again. She turned around and proudly presented her front side to his view, still partially covered with suds. He began to scrub her belly and moved lower toward her hips and the upper part of her thighs. She leaned back against the far side of the tub and thrust her pussy out toward him. He finally had no choice but to finish her off with a flourish. He carefully soaped up the sponge and moved it up toward her pussy. Her mouth was partly opened and the tip of her tongue slipped between her teeth. As he started to rub lightly on this most tender stretch of her flesh her eyes closed and she tilted her head backward, leaning firmly on the rim of the far side of the tub. In the beginning, his hand was moving lightly against her, but as she pressed down against him and her breathing became heavier he pushed up against her. Her pink nipples were fully taut and erect, standing out from the wonderful curves of her breasts. She finally reached around and grasped his wrist as his hand worked on her.
"Time to rinse me off," she said hoarsely.
When she released his hand, he rinsed off the sponge and splashed the water up onto her body washing away the soapy residue. Once she was fully rinsed, David took up the hand spray fixture and began to wet down her hair. She turned her head this way and that, as the water turned her hair from red to a dark auburn color. Using the sweet wildflower scented shampoo, he worked it into her hair, his fingertips massaging her scalp tenderly and rhythmically. She leaned into him as he worked the suds into her, as if letting her built-up tensions melt away.
He leaned back on his haunches admiring his work. Her body was rosy and wet and inviting and he thought for a moment of how easy it would be to slip out of his clothes and into the tub with her to make love to her right then and there. But that was not their plan, and despite the seductive alluring looks she continually gave him, he stood up and reached for a huge fluffy bath towel.
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