The Appeal, (c) Copyright, Ruby West, 2001
Author: Ruby West - firstname.lastname@example.org
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"I still don't understand the appeal of a bath, Connie."
I reached up and kissed his nose. "You don't have to, Jack, but I really appreciate your taking the kids out so I can pamper myself like this. It means a lot to me." My twin boys stood in line for kisses, and whooped with glee as their dad took them out for an afternoon of guy stuff.
I was going to have an afternoon of girl stuff.
Bubble bath? My favorite lavender. Check.
Loofah sponge? A scrubby treat from my water-baby sister. Check.
Music? The CD player sat on the corner table. Check.
Candles? The beeswax tapers I never used for dinner. Check.
Toys? Oh, yes, toys... the underwater dolphin Jack had given me on my birthday a week earlier.
A week. I'd waited a week to try out my new water toy. Jack had surprised me with it at dinner at our favorite restaurant. He laughed so hard when I opened the gift right there at the table, and turned beet red. I was instantly excited, and gave his cock a gentle squeeze in appreciation. The boys wanted to know why Daddy had to use such a big box for my new earrings, which he'd tucked in beside my "power tool."
I'd tried to use it that very night. I'd snuck out of bed after the house was quiet, and drawn a hot, steamy bath. Sliding into my deep claw-foot tub, the relaxing fragrance greeted my nostrils, and I found my tension melting away. Bubbles tickled my nose as the water lapped gently at my breasts.
The moment I'd waited for...
The blue rubber was soft and warm in my hands. I dipped my dolphin under the water, letting it find its way to that center of sensation between my legs. Slowly, I turned the knob waiting for the quiet hum that would massage my tender folds, bringing me to the height of ecstasy.
What had sounded so gentle in the privacy of my bedroom echoed like a run-away freight train down a bad stretch of track. The cast-iron tub became an amplifier, announcing to all and sundry that mom was messing around in the bathroom. I shut it off instantly, deciding to pursue that particular pleasure at a more private time.
And now, that time was mine.
The house was eerily quiet, a familiar sound during the night, but unusual during the day. I pushed a button and filled the room with the haunting strains of Ravel's Bolero. Lighting the candles, my body swayed to the musical rhythm. I poured foaming bath salts into the running water, and watched as the bubbles began to fill the tub.
Stripping slowly, as if for a lover, I took my time with each shirt button, and let the fabric slide from my body to the floor. To each beat, I nudged my jeans down my hips and thighs until, finally, I was free from the restrictive clothing, free to indulge in my afternoon of delight.
The water enveloped me in a heated caress, covering my body in a radiant embrace. I stretched luxuriously, allowing the warmth to penetrate every pore.
Bubbles surrounded me. As I raised my arms, huge drops of suds draped down, like Spanish moss. The blanket of foam insulated my body from the coolness of the room. Wiggling my toes, I felt the bubbles slide and burst between them.
In the candlelight, I could see the steam rising from the water, perfuming the air with the scent of lavender, filling my nostrils with the fragrance of springtime and sunshine. The heady aroma refreshed my soul, reminding me of the simple joys of the flesh.
Like a child, I played with the bubbles. Little soapy creatures danced across my breasts. Swirls around my nipples exaggerated their size. I tugged at one, making it hard, the erect little bud peeking through the sudsy bra. The garment dissolved as I heard the bubbles pop and watched them become smaller and smaller.
The loofah scraped across my nipples, scratching an itch. They tingled and tightened into erect nubs. I rubbed the sponge all over my body, the soles of my feet, the length of my legs, my arms, my belly. The edge dipped between my thighs, barely grazing my sensitive mound, and I felt the fullness of my pussy as it heated and swelled.
I glowed with the sensation of removing all the dead skin from my body, removing the cares and frustration of daily life in this hedonistic pleasure. Finally, clean and sparking, fully refreshed, I was ready for my moment of delight.
The toy thrummed with a vibration that felt good in my hand, just as I knew it would feel against the more sensitive parts of my body. I touched it to my already-excited nipples, and closed my eyes, purring with delight.
Suddenly, I felt a draft. Looking at the bathroom door, I saw Jack standing there, just his head poked in through the doorway.
I was instantly "mom" again. "Is everything okay? Where are the boys?"
He grinned mischievously, staying hidden behind the door. "Everything is fine. They're with your sister."
"What are they doing there?"
"Playing with their cousins. May I come in?"
"I thought this was my afternoon to pamper myself."
Jack pulled his head out of the doorway, and stuck in his right hand, bearing two champagne glasses.
"Ooooo!" I squealed.
He pulled his hand back, and stuck in his left hand, which held a bottle of champagne and one long-stemmed red rose.
"Now may I come in?"
I giggled, "Well, if you put it that way..."
He pushed the door open and stood there, wearing only what he bore in his hands, and that mischievous grin. I looked at his strong, taut body, which had never failed to arouse me, and admired his magnificent erection, another surprise gift for the afternoon. After placing the wine glasses and bottle on the table by the CD player, he turned his attention to me.
Holding the rose loosely, he trailed the petals over my nose and cheeks as I inhaled its sweet fragrance. He twirled the flower softly against my tight nipples, then down my belly until it disappeared into the hot water between my thighs into my hotter center.
Leaving me with rose petals in my pussy, he fetched the champagne. He half-filled two glasses with the bubbly, and said, "I thought I'd find out what was so appealing about a bath..."
Standing beside the tub, his erect cock was just level with my mouth. As he offered me my wine, I gave the tip of his round head a quick lick, and heard his sharp breath.
"Why don't you crawl in here with me and find out?"
I didn't need to ask twice. He placed our glasses on the table, and commanded, "Scoot forward." As he climbed in behind me, his hardness slid down my back, and nestled against me. I wiggled my bottom, and reached around behind me, to stroke his lovely cock.
"Not today," Jack said. "This is your afternoon, remember? All for you. Just sit back and relax."
Jack scooped up gobs of suds, and spread them all over my chest, brushing his open palms lightly against my tight nipples, causing fire to run from one bud to another, and below to that bud of sensation nestled between my thighs. Slick from soap, his fingers roamed all over my body, my arms, my chest, my belly, until finally, he slid both hands between my thighs and spread them apart, barely brushing the fine hairs which protected my sex.
I groaned as he ran his fingers through the curls, teasing at my nether lips. He slid his finger up and down, up and down along the slit, not quite entering the sensitive folds. I ground my back against him, rubbing his cock between our bodies, and he buried his head in my shoulder with a moan.
Gently, his fingers spread my lips, exposing my hard clit to the heat of the water. With agonizing slowness, he ran his fingertip lightly over the hood of my clit, just barely grazing the tender nub, then downward and into my slick hole. One hand moved to my breast to play with a nipple, rolling the little bud between his finger. With his other hand, he slid his fingers inside me, first one, then two fingers. Holding me tightly against him, his fingers worked their magic on me. The palm of his hand rubbed by hot and hard clit with his fingers tormented my G-spot, fucking me wildly.
"Oh, Jack!" I moaned, turning to kiss him. My lips hungered for the taste of him, but I received only a fleeting kiss, a promise for more.
"Not yet," he smiled, soap bubbles in his hair.
His fingers worked me furiously, pumping in and out, pinching my nipple. On the edge of a watery orgasm, I cried out, begging for more.
Jack lifted my hips, and slithered down into the tub, holding me above him. Centering my hot pussy over his hard rod, together, he and I slid my aching heat onto his swollen shaft. With his heavy cock deep inside me, I reached forward and lightly touched his tender balls, barely grazing their sensitive surface.
As I knew he would, Jack lurched upward, and we began to ride each other. I matched his thrust with mine, pumping deeper and deeper, harder into the center of our beings.
The water sloshed around the tub, over the sides, onto the carpet, but we didn't care. We were riding each other into an ecstasy of orgasm. As the strains of the Bolero reached their crescendo, I arched my back, shuddering uncontrollably. My muscles quivered with my orgasm and gripped Jack hard as he erupted, milking every last drop of his seed as he thrust repeatedly, sending his thick cream deep within me.
Exhausted, dripping with sweat and soap bubbles, we nestled together enjoying the slowing fading heat of our bodies in the cooling water.
Jack started to chuckle. "I'm beginning to understand the appeal of a tub." He reached into the suds and pulled out the blue dolphin. "Next time, we may even remember to use your new toy!"