“Did you like that?”
I open my mouth to answer but I can’t. I can’t say anything. It’s happening again, my head is dropping and I’m starting to roll my shoulders in, I’m going back to my cocoon. Why can’t I just say “Yes it was great?” Instead I return to the blushing shy school girl.
A slight pain shoots through my body as I feel your hand make contact with my bottom. I arch my waist forward and away from you but I’m pulled back by your arm that is across my chest. What was that?
“Let me repeat my question. Did you like that?”
I’ve never told anyone before if I liked an orgasm or not. My orgasms are mine; they’re my feelings and sensations. They’re the moments when by body completely shatters into a million little pieces. It’s the moment when my body overloads my brain with an intense amount of stimuli.
Feeling the sting on my bottom, I sheepishly reply “Yes”.
Your hand starts to withdraw from my bottom and I belatedly add “Sir” and feel your fingers gently tap my bottom. This is going to be hard.
“Get in the tub!”
I quickly respond and move toward the tub. Lifting my leg over the side of the tub I ease the toes of my foot in, testing the temperature, before easing my foot all the way in. Once my foot is firmly on the bottom I lift my other foot into the tub. Bending at my knees I lower myself into the water and kneel, sitting my bottom on my ankles.
“Stop!”
What now? I did what he wanted. I’m in the tub.
As you walk to the side of the tub I keep my head down and try to focus on the water, just feeling the warm water on my legs and bottom.
“Look at me!”
Turning my head toward you, I’m looking straight at your hands on the belt of your robe. Your fisted hands on the loose ends of your bathrobe belt pulling them apart. Watching the ends fall from your hands when you reach the end and the robe starting to fall open. Your penis, as if it had a mind of its own, falls downward between the flaps.
On my goodness, you’re excited. I guess manipulating me turned you on, too. A smile crosses my lips as I stare at your swollen penis.
Shrugging the robe off your shoulders you let the robe fall to the floor. You look amazing, not overly muscled like some gym-rat, just a nice fit shape.
Why haven’t I really looked at your penis before? You’re a nice size, not so big that it’s going to hurt but big enough that I know that I’m being made love to.
While you step into the tub I shift to sit on my bottom instead of being on my knees so you can sit down behind me.