Lisa helped me to turn around and lay against Her chest, washing my face, neck chest and tummy much in the same manner as before. The back of my head nestled between Her soft breasts, turning my head as She washed and then rinsing down to my navel. Her soft musical hum was back again, giving my mind mythical images of what a sailor of old might have heard while hearing the Sirens sing to him. Such a magnificient pleasure She gave me. Such care I felt from Her hands and the soft little pillows nestling around my neck. So hard it was for me to keep my eyes closed through all of this wonderment.
I heard Her lay the washcloth on the side of the tub and then felt Her hands kneading the muscles in my neck and shoulders. She was so gentle with me. She was such a creature of delight to behold in my mind, feeling so cared for then, feeling Her softness surrounding me as She followed each muscle with exploring fingers and hands as She continued humming Her soft melody.
All too soon She stopped and then helped me to stand in front of Her. My throbbing penis just above Her softly twinkling eyes. She washed my legs, butt and thighs completely and then finally gently surrounded my penis with the soapy washcloth, slowly stroking it’s length, exciting me to explode with the third or possibly it was the forth soapy stroke. I remember feeling so terribly embarrassed to totally loose control. I remember Her eyes open much like little saucers as She continued washing then gently rinsing my penis and pubic hair, not saying a word as if nothing had happened. She turned me around and rinsed my butt and legs and then stood in front of me, patting me dry with one of the towels.
Oh my how I was blushing with such terrible shame, thankful that Lisa did not run away from me. This was the very first time that a Woman (other than being punished or exhibited by my Mother or Sisters) had ever touched me so intimately. My mind was frantic as I tried to regain at least a little composure. I felt relieved that She didn’t seem angry and especially thankful She didn’t laugh at my embarassing loss of control. She helped me step onto the bathroom floor and began drying Herself next to me. I watched, mesimerized, growing so much harder now with desire, wishing to touch Her, help Her to dry Herself, kiss Her softly, hold Her in my arms, gently taste Her lips and breasts, suckle at Her nipples. Oh my! My body was on fire with such great desire to just cuddle Her to me.
I remember how hot my body felt, how overwhelmed with passion my mind was. But all i could do was stand there blushing as i watched. She turned away and bent over the tub to open the drain. I saw Her sweetness turning up towards me. So beautiful Her womanhood was. So innocently sensual, delectible and natural I found in Her pose. She stood once again and took another towel in hand then pulled my head downward to dry my hair. When finished, Lisa folded all the towels and layed them on the bath’s ledge. She turned back to me and took my hands in Hers. I looked into Her eyes, seeing such soft beauty. I watched Her slightly smile and then concientrate as She spoke, “Yooouah goooo boouyah,” long silence, lips forming an exagerated shape of an “O”, searching for the word, “Aarrteeah.” I remember feeling like i was ready to cry as I fell to my knees, taking Her hands in mine, softly kissing Her fingers over and over again. She helped me to stand and then hugged me tightly to Her. After a short while we then walked to my bedroom. I remember then thinking that bathrooms are ALSO for love.
I have no idea how long that we bathed. It could have been for only a few minutes or possibly might have been for a few hours but the experience of being bathed with such care by a Woman I found so very sensual and erotic as I do in memories still today. Many times this pleasure is shared with me being the bathe-er rather than the bathe-ee but regardless of who holds the washcloth, there is always re-newed sensuality of discoveries and delights.
As I grow old, hopefully a bit wiser now with each passing day, there has always been something amazing to me about sharing a tub filled with hot water with a Woman. In a way it is much like a re-birth of sorts, especially when Another bathes me but even if I bathe Another … the warmth of sharing the same water is much like sharing love in it’s most liquid form.
Oh yes, I’m moving much further into more recient pleasures but please know, I felt re-born that special day sharing my heart with my sweet Lisa. Also this was the very first time in my young life of 20 years to not be afraid to have a Woman there so close and intimate next to me in the bathroom. It WAS a re-birth for me indeed.
Anna was sitting in a chair across from the bed. She was rocking quietly, hugging Herself and smiled warmly as Lisa and I walked into my bedroom. The shaded were drawn but allowed the evening sunlite to filter through the ratan curtains, softly glowing upon the bed. We sat down facing Her, Lisa’s hand in mine. Thigh to thigh we smiled towards Anna, something in me hoping that She would go, also praying that She would stay. I had never been with a Woman before but I felt so excited that my day had finally come.
Anna stood and walked to us, taking our chins in her hand. She smiled so lovingly down to us, cupping our cheeks together, Her smiling widely with Her toothy grin. She then knelt in front of us, taking our hands in Hers, deeply inhaled then gently nestled our two hands in Lisa’s lap.
“She clean you good Artieah? You not stinky no more?” She giggled looking at my never ending hard on and continued, ” Lisa make he happy too,? She said giggled again, touching the head of my penis with Her outstretched index finger. I shivered terribly with great anticipation and excitement, seeing Her eyes sparkle, knowing She was there for me, not as a threat or to hurt me, but as my Friend to help me be strong and not fail as I listened to Her words of how to properly pleasure a Woman. Although Lisa spoke very little english I felt Her lean into my arms listening as Anna talked with me about what Women desire.
Anna’s soft, sensually deep words stressed that I must first be gentle … especially since Lisa was also a virgin like me. She said that I must move slowly, to not scare Her, to not make Her afraid of me or what we will do. She compared Her Womanhood to the hot bath that we shared, warm, wet, deep, yielding but easily cooled off if not enough time is spent keeping the water warm. She talked of lips soft and caressing. She told me that a Womans breasts were sweet to a mans tongue and lips but can become sore and be hurt easily if I was not gentle. Anna talked about there are more pleasure zone’s for a Woman to enjoy than just breasts and the sweetness of Her Womanhood and it was my responsibility to discover where Lisa’s might be hiding. She used Her fingers to describe how I should enter Lisa, that I was not to push but to let Her push onto me when She was ready to be entered. I felt so happy listening to my sweet Friend. Everything She said I committed to memory.
Anna’s eyes were so sparkly, almost dreamy, kind of like She was remembering Her first time with such great pleasure. none of what She was saying was taught in school. Nothing was ever mentioned except how babies are made. I felt so lucky that She was there, softly speaking to me about my responsibility to this sweet Woman Lisa.
I remember inhaling deeply, enjoying two distinct scents of the Women in the room. Lisa held onto my arm, Her hands now encircling my bicep as She leaned even further towards me. Her breasts close to my shoulder feeling so soft and warm. Anna patted my thigh and then began quietly talking in Chinese with Lisa. I recognized some of what She said but not too much other than the jist of Her words were to warm me with Her body and not to hurt me when She finally could sit down on my penis. I was not aware of much of anything but i watched Her hands and Her eyes.. as i also watched Lisa’s when She spoke. Lisa giggled softly a number of times as She learned from Anna’s words.
Anna finally stood and returned to the chair. She sent Lisa away and just sat there smiling at me. Lisa returned with two glasses of water and a dry towel. Handing one glass to Anna then the other to me as She spread the towel on the bed, smoothing away all the wrinkles. I drank deeply from the glass and then Lisa did the same, putting the glass on the stand next to the bed She turned to me and hugged me tenderly while positioning Herself, sitting on my lap facing me.
I remember feeling Her soft, sensual warmth, feeling Her sweet little breasts caressing my chest. She spoke in soft whispered words to me, words that I didn’t recognize but oh my, Her words were sweet to my ears. I felt Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me even closer than Her arms were also doing at the same time. Her back and hips wer warm, silky and so soft to my hands. I remember thinking that this must be what it feels like to be in heaven. My body shivered again, feeling Lisa surround me, holding me close to Her, feeling Her lips softly caressing my forehead and cheeks. Her fingers tangling and untangling my hair, caressing my neck, pulling my lips to Hers.
I put my arms around Her shoulders and drew Her willingly close before I returned Her kiss. That kiss grew in intensity. Briefly, we separated slightly and I slowly flicked her lips with my tongue. Lisa’s lips parted and the kiss once again resumed with our tongues lashing at each other. That kiss laster longer – a lot longer. When we finally broke, Lisa was breathing as hard as I was as we began leaning back towards the bed, me under Her still tightly wound legs and arms.
For several minutes we passionately kissed until my tongue was getting a bit tired. I kissed everywhere, over her face, eye lids, back to her mouth and finally lifting Her upwards I started down her neck. Lisa made muffled little mewing sounds while she clung to me. I traced a line with my tongue down her neck to the vee above the bulge of her breasts. Working on her neck with my tongue, I slid my hand up her side until it touched the bottom of her breast. Lisa’s soft body stiffened momentarily and She made a sound that seemed to be a stop signal. Her hand grabbed my wrist and held it for a moment before her fingers slowly moved up over my hand but there was no attempt to pull my hand away. Gently, I circled that lovely little mound with my fingers before cupping it firmly and stroking the nipple with my thumb. Oh how i loved that She was making little moaning sounds filled with “Ohhhh’s” and Mmmm’s” within little gasps of air.
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