Amelia had entered the room before me, and she was gone when I followed her. I understood why. It was freezing ass cold in the house so I scurried down the hallway pretty quickly myself. By the time I reached the bathroom door, my skin was covered in tiny bumps and my nipples stood out from my chest like spear tips.
I opened the door and followed her in. In all the time I had spent with Electra and Cyrus, I had never set foot in the upstairs bathroom, which in almost any home would be nothing worth commenting on, but this room really is something.
I'm not sure there was ever a reason that I didn't go upstairs, it's just that we mostly hung out downstairs, since that's where the wine was. We would sit downstairs and drink and talk, or out on the back patio. I always used the bathroom, after the few times I slept with them before I moved in, but we always fucked in the downstairs guest bedroom. It was sort of understood that the downstairs bathroom was intended mostly for guests.
When I stepped inside, I was greeted by an intense wall of heat. The downstairs bathroom was very nice, but this was simply unbelievable. First, it's massive. Every corner of the room arches toward the center, creating a cavernous, pseudo-domed ceiling. Two lamps hang on chains from the ceiling, and lit the room with a pleasant, warm glow. Two large basin sinks sit deep in a wide slate counter. The floor is tiled in dark granite.
The shower's area is distinguished by a curved depression in the floor along with two circular drains within it. Tiles crawl irregularly up the walls in the shower area to meet its five shower heads, two on one wall, three on the adjacent one. Across the room, a jetted tub large enough for four is set partway into the floor. Two toilets are partly concealed in comfortable, relatively isolated alcoves in one corner of the room.
The shower was running and steam was rising up off the sunken floor and Amelia stood, wrapped in its moisture. Her hair was not yet wet, but most of her body was covered in glistening beads of water, looking like glass, or ice in the light of the lamps. Between the steam, the light, and her almost perfect body, I couldn't decide if she looked like a succubus stepping into a misty pit, or an angel bathing in a cloud.
As I entered Amelia said, “Close the door, why don't you? You're letting all the heat out.”
I giggled a little and then did as she suggested.
“It's so warm in here.” I said.
“Too warm?” She asked me.
“No, I like it.”
“It's pretty great. This bathroom has it's own heating and cooling systems. It's nice not to be cold when you get out of the tub, but it's also not worth heating this entire house all the time.”
“This bathroom is amazing. Who could possibly need all this?”
“Well, nobody needs it, really. It's just for fun. Electra and Cyrus felt the floor needed more than one bathroom for all its bedrooms, but there wasn't anywhere to put one, so they took out this wall here and made the old office into a monstrous extension of the existing bathroom.”
“Are you,” I paused for a moment to look at her mockingly, “Selling me this house?” I joked.
“No. I,” she paused, “No, though that was funny. I was an architecture student for about a semester and half, and I researched this place a little, since it's been ripped apart and redesigned so many times.”
“Oh. Well, should we get back to warming each other up?” I asked her.
“Sounds great, but before that, there's one more thing you'll like,” She said, and went to the cabinets below the counter.
Three smaller drawers rested atop a larger drawer, all crafted of burled black walnut. They had small bronze plated labels on them, the top one read 'Clean Toys,' the second read 'Restraints and Related Toys' the third 'Straps and Harnesses.' The larger drawer read 'To Be Washed.'
Amelia pulled the top drawer out and a cornucopia of toys in an array of sizes, shapes, and colors. Some were powered, and some were not. Some were phallic, and others were not. I could feel my pussy, still wet from our last session, start to tingle again.
“Whoa,” I said aloud.
“So, these are the toys that anyone is free to use. After you're done, you just stick them in your bucket,” she opened the lowest drawer and revealed several squarish buckets wedged into it, labeled by housemates' names, and one larger one labeled 'guests', “You don't have one yet, so you should just use the guests' for now.”
As she showed me the rest of the collection, I started to absent-mindedly rub my pussy.
“This is amazing,” I said, “What paradise have I found myself in?”
“Oh, and if you can't find what you're looking for, you should check the dishwasher.”
“Like, in the kitchen?” I asked, a little freaked out by that from a hygiene perspective.
“No, this one.” She said, and opened up another of the walnut paneled cabinets to reveal that it was in fact a dishwasher, or more accurately in that case, a toy-washer.
“Mmmmm. I fucking love this house,” I said.
I moaned as I touched myself. Amelia took a step toward me. A moment later, she took another. The heat in the room was intoxicating.
“And the people who live in it,” I continued.
I finished my thought as she put a forearm on each of my shoulders, folded her fingers together and leaned in close.
“Mmmm,” she purred back to me, “We're so glad to have you with us,” she kissed me.
It was a deep kiss. Deeper than any I can easily recall, actually, but she didn't force anything, she didn't use too much tongue, it was just, deep. I kissed her back, pressed against her, our breasts mashed against each other's as our lips and tongues mingled together.
Her hands were gripping my buttocks firmly, pulling them gently apart. I took a sharp breath in when I felt her finger pressing against my anus. Every part of me clenched in anticipation, but a moment later, I relaxed, as I held her tight and kissed her all the more intensely, to signify my approval.
Amelia's long, smooth middle finger pressed inside me insistently while I sighed into her neck as I bit it for support. Moments later, her other hand was stroking my warm labia and I fell into her arms, my own wrapped around her neck to keep me from falling to the floor. When she gave me a moment, I looked up at her as she looked down into my eyes, and we kissed. As my tongue flowed against hers, she let me go, and I straightened up, again.
Once back under my own power again, I moved back over to the counter. Propping myself up with one hand against it, I selected a vibrator from the top drawer. It was purple, with a flared, round end over a narrower, slightly crooked middle. The device appeared to have several settings. The lowest was very mild, so I moved it up, and tested it against my clit.
I put one hand on the counter behind me and pulled myself up, sitting on the counter, legs splayed open, one of them dangling off the edge, and the other's heel resting against the edge of the slate, cool and sand-polished, rough and smooth at the same time. The different, almost contradictory textures of the stone stimulated the arch of my foot in a way I found pleasant.
Even though we'd shared something dirty in my bedroom just minutes earlier, and the temperature was driving us wild, but now we were making something beautiful together. At that place, in that moment, I was in love with her. It was fleeting, but that's when it started, for better or worse. Amelia's eyes were studying my body, but I couldn't compel my own away from her face.
“Can I just look at you for a while?” I asked her.
“If I can watch you too,” she said softly, smiling at me.
A strand of her blonde hair was caught, curled in a drop of moisture. Whether it was sweat or moisture from the steam I couldn't say. She was beautiful. I let the vibrator slip between my legs and gently buzzed above my clit for a moment before running it over my exposed pussy. Amelia strode across the room to the shower, and stepped back into the warm cloud that was still emerging from it. I watched as the steam swallowed her whole, partly obscuring her figure, but only slightly.
The toy between my legs was starting to feel a little more common again, so I turned it up as I turned my body so that Amelia and I could look at each other more easily. The vibrator was immediately a source of pleasure again, but not nearly so strong as what I felt gazing over her shining, wet body. My swollen clit was buzzing with the power of the toy, and Amelia was clearly enjoying the show, as I moaned and clamped my legs together in ecstasy, every so often.
I looked on as she took one of the other shower heads down from across the corner. A moment later, she was sitting on the tiles, using one of the numerous massage settings and washing her body under the pulsing water.
“You know, that toy you're using is waterproof,” she spoke, in an alluring voice that made me want to jump on her right there.
“I didn't know, but now that I do...”
I stepped to the floor with one leg, and then a moment later the other. I stood there for a few seconds with my feet further apart than my shoulders, just letting her drink in the sight of my naked flesh. I buzzed my self for another minute or so, leaning back against the counter and thrusting out my hips. Not wanting to cum yet, I turned off the vibe and stepped all the way into the shower. The water was hot, and it took me by surprise, snapping me out of my sexual fervor, for just a fleeting second. I stepped forward again and planted my legs apart again.
At that point, I was standing, open legged with my bare pussy centimeters from my housemate's eager tongue. She leaned in to have a quick taste, and then licked her lips. She made me jump, but I steadied myself quickly by taking her head gently in my hands. I think she may have just thought I was pulling her into me, because she starting licking me far more vigorously. Jerking back out of reflex she held me still, holding onto my ass while she ate my pussy in the shower.
My clit was still very sensitive from the toy, and I knew she was going to make me cum soon. I tried wriggling away, but my heart wasn't really in it, so I stayed put when she held onto me. Bending over a little in the spine, I reached out to steady myself against the wall as she feverishly pursued my impending orgasm.
“If you keep that up,” I warned her, “I'll cum.”
Her only response was a muffled sort of 'mmmh' as I she continued sliding her tongue over my clit and into me, then back again.
“I'm gonna...” I cried out loudly, “I'm cumming!” I yelled, arching my back and throwing my hips forward, my spasming pussy on her tongue.
I screamed and thrashed for long seconds, maybe more than a minute. This was one of the best orgasms of my life thus far, perhaps the best I'd ever received from a woman. I was awestruck when I calmed down, and when she finally relented, I fell gently to the floor of the shower, guided by her hands and softly landed.
Laying there, with the hot water pouring over me, steam rising from all around me, and Amelia looking down from above me, I was near perfectly content.
“That was amazing,” I purred to her.
“I'm so glad,” she said sincerely.
A moment later, I heard the familiar buzzing of the toy I had been using. Amelia flinched a little, and then settled back into enjoying herself. She was obviously very excited, breathing hard and shaking almost immediately.
“Don't cum yet,” I said.
“What?” she asked me, wanting an explanation desperately.
I guided her hand away and took the vibrator from her. I pushed it inside of her until she closed around it, and took one lick of her before she put me on my back again, and straddled my face. As she lowered herself to my face, I extended my long tongue, which slid into her as she sat down, almost like I was fucking her. She gasped, and I started working her clit with my left, and with my right, pushed my middle finger against her ass, into it.
I could feel the vibrator inside of her through a thin wall of flesh, and massaged against it. Knowing she would not take long to cum, I kept up what I was doing and tried not to vary the routine too much, because it was clearly working.
She cried out, “Oh my god! What are you doing to me?”
Unable to answer her, I thrust my tongue as deep as it would go, undulating and pulsating it against her. I played with her from all angles until she screamed.
“Oh god! I'm cumming!”
Amelia bellowed and writhed atop me. I thought my orgasm had been intense, but hers seemed to last twice as long, shivering and convulsing under my efforts. Her pussy squeezed my tongue out of her, but it did not give up, and the vibrator set on high was still inside her stimulating her g-spot while I rubbed it through her ass and licked her clit. When the dust settled, she lay on her side, eyes wide open, water rolling off of her naked body, looking a little bewildered by her body's behavior. Several minutes after the event, she removed the toy and turned it off.
was amazing,” she told me.
We laughed and kissed, enjoying the water, and having a good rinse, to get off all the sweat, and other things. The day wasn't over though.
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