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Internet Lovers Meet - Part 2 (Long delayed 1000th post Story)
He leaves the room and she hears the bathroom door shut.
She has no idea what he has planned but just anticipating the possibilities excites her. Never before has she been so thoroughly pleasured.......her senses are all jumbled.....she's not sure if this is reality or a beautiful dream.
He returns about twenty minutes later. "Stand up, Sweet-thing."
He reaches out and takes her by both hands. "No, you don't need to dress, just come with me." He walks backwards still holding both her hands and she willingly follows him.
He opens the bathroom door with a flourish - - "M'Lady, your bath awaits!"
She stares, open-mouthed, at the bathroom - - The lights are off. Around the tub and on the counter he had placed lit candles. On the floor he has sprinkled rose petals. On the counter is a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne chilling in it along with 2 champagne glasses. And on the floor next to the tub he has placed the pillows from the other bed in their room. He escorts her to the tub and hold her hand as she steps down into it. The temperature of the water is perfect...hot but not too hot.
He tells her just to relax and enjoy the bubbles.
She reclines and rests her head on an improvised pillow fashioned from a quadruple-folded bath towel.
"Oh, Tale-Spinner! This is so relaxing and so sweet of you!"
"My sweet Angel-Kitty! It's just my feeble attempt to do something special just for you."
He then opens the bottle of champagne and pours them each a glass, hands one to her and then with his glass he sits on the pillows next to the tub.
"Now darlin', give me your foot."
She raises one foot and rests it on the edge of the tub. He takes a bar of soap, soaps his hands then begins to wash her foot. He very slowly and sensuously lathers her foot, making sure to get between each toe.
She puts her head back and closes her eyes, savoring every moment and every sensation.
He gently eases her washed foot back into the tub and she instinctively gives him her other foot. He soaps his hands again and repeats his loving and oh-so-sensuous ministrations. She's surprised just how aroused she's becoming from such a simple act, and thankful she can hide her hardening nipples under all the bubbles.
When he finishes with her feet they share another glass of champagne - and then he helps her to stand again.
He indicates to her by his hands on her shoulders to turn her back to him. He takes a washcloth, wets it, soaps it and starts at her shoulders. Making small gentle circles, moving slowly lower and lower, moving across her back, coming halfway around each side. Lower and lower, reaching her rear he washes each cheek thoroughly, then between them, and even under them.
She doesn't say anything yet, choosing to simply enjoy the moment.
Now he carefully washes down one leg and then up the other. He takes the hand-held shower head and afer adjusting the teperature of the water, with it set on a gentle spray he rinses the soap from her back and legs.
"Oh Baby, that feels so incredibly nice!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Darlin'. Now, please turn around."
She turns to face him and as she does he takes a step back and says "My God, Woman! You are so, so beautiful! How did I get so lucky to find you?"
She just lowers her eyes, blushes, and smiles at him.
He refreshes the washcloth and begins again to wash her. Starting up her sides, then around to her neckline, across the collar-bones. Then he starts the slow circles again. Slowly, slowly he washes the top of her breasts....then circles the nipples, then washes the nipples.
As he's so tenderly washing her breasts she gives a little shudder. "Oh Baby, you're so good to me - it feels so good when you do that."
"This?" he asks.
"Y-ye-yes - just like that!"
He washes her now hard nipples again. And the circles proceed lower........beneath her breasts.....across her belly.....down into her neatly trimmed hair...across the front of her thighs.
She jumps just a little as his hand barely grazes her pubic hair.
He washes down the front of one leg, the up the front of the other.....then down the inside, then up the inside of the other. Reaching the "V" he works the cloth between her legs.....it brushes across her clitoris.
She moans just a little...her knees are shaking so badly has to grab onto one of the support bars above the tub so as not to fall! "Alright, Sweet-thing, time for a rinse" he says as he takes the shower handle. Checking the water temp again he gently sprays it over her, rinsing all the soap from every inch of her. He eases her back down into the bathtub. "Turn your back to me now, honey, and lean your head back." As she complies, he takes her shampoo, pours some into his hands. He brings them to her hair and works it into a wonderful lather. His fingertips massaging her scalp....working their way from front to back and back to front...then working the fragrant lather all the way to the ends of her medium length hair between his fingers. She in turn is loving every bit of this.....to the point of being aroused...never realizing that something so simple as a shampoo could be so erotic.
"Honey-gal.........earth to Angel-kitty....."
"Oh, I'm sorry....it was just so relaxing."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself....now...here...lean your head back and let me rinse the shampoo out." Taking the shower nozzle again, he makes sure the temp is right and then he holds it close to the top of her head and lets the water rinse all the shampoo out and then he brings the nozzle up behind her neck to make sure every bit of the shampoo is gone. Replacing the nozzle he now wrings out her hair and makes sure no soap or water gets in her eyes.
"Now please turn around, Sweetness."
"Aren't you finished? I thought you were done."
"No, my beautiful one, not just yet. Give me your leg, Darlin'."
"But You already washed......"
He cuts her off..."Hush.....and do as you're told....don't argue with me."
As she raises her leg to him he takes it and lays it along the edge of the tub...opening her thighs in the process. Then, reaching for a special "feminine soap" he brought with him he works a lather onto his hands and begins working the fragrant lather along the inside of her thighs. In small circles, each hand slowly working higher and higher...until...one finger gently brushes her clit while another slides along the slit.
As his fingers make that first contact she reacts as if a jolt of electricity went right through her pussy, "Oooh, Spinner!!"
He says nothing , instead continuing his tender ministrations.
He gently opens the folds around her pussy. Washing first the outer, then the inner lips...
She notices this soap feels different than regular soap - more gentle and slipperier...and it feels so very nice.
Having washed the lips, one finger approaches her clitoris. Gently washing the outside of the hood, then easing it back, tenderly he washes the clit itself.
All she can do is moan with pleasure. Never has she had anyone care for her like this. Or been so concerned with her pleasure while seeming to sublimate his own desires. She wonders how she can be so lucky to have found a rare jewel like 'Tale-Spinner'. She's roused from her thoughts when he reaches across her to retrieve the spray nozzle.
"Excuse me, Pretty Darlin'. Time to rinse." He sets the spray for extra gentle and water at just body temperature. He sprays up and down her thighs gradually working up to her pussy. As he approaches her pussy with the spray he slowly increases the pressure of the spray and sets it on pulsation. When he has it set the way he wants he sprays all around her soapy pussy until the rhythmic pulsing spray finally makes contact with her clit. She gasps in both surprise at the sensations and in ecstasy.
Seeing the spray is having the desired effect, he holds it there, aimed right on her clit, watching her react to it until he brings her to a wonderful orgasm! Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. As it subsides she leans over and rests her head on his chest. "Oh Spinner! That was amazing! I've never felt anything like it before!"
"I'm happy you enjoyed it, Darlin'. Now stand up and step out of the tub. We need to get you dried off."
He helps her from the tub and enfolds her in a huge, fluffy, heated towel, and wraps another towel over her hair. He lovingly and gently pats her dry.
Once she is dry he tenderly picks her up and carries her to the bed.
To Be Continued......
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