I'm having a hard time seeing into my crystal ball today. For some reason it seems to be fogged up, and I can’t see anything. No, wait, it's clearing up now. There is someone in the shower, so the room is full of steam. It's you, your hair is full of suds, and your body is slick. Hmmmm, I love slick. On the other side of the shower curtain, I'm undressing, planning to surprise you, and join you under the warm water.
I poke my head around the curtain, and see your back. There is a combination of water and suds sliding running over your shoulders, joining to form a small stream running down your spine. The muscles in your back , thighs, and calves reflect how physically active you have always been. I quietly sneak into the shower, wrap my arms around your waist, and press myself against your back.
“Hi, there, Sexy. You need any help?”, I ask as I reach around you and take the bar of soap from your hand.
“How often do I get the chance to have a beautiful woman show me how to use a bar of soap? Be my guest.” Your voice is low, sensual and tinged with the beginnings of anticipation.
My arms are still wrapped around your waist, and I begin to rub the soap on your chest in a slow circular motion, moving slowly down to your stomach. “You were a big help today. I would still be painting the walls if you hadn‘t offered to chip in so I could it done quickly. Because you have been so helpful, I'm going to make sure every single inch of you is nice and clean.”
“Every inch, huh?”
“Every single inch,” I reply.
“Well, Hun, if that’s the plan; you had better get a move on before we run out of hot water.”
“This is not the kind of thing I like to do quickly. Besides, how often do I offer to come here and do this for you?” By this time, my hands are below your waist, and I find that you are already hard, so I rub the soap back and forth on you until you are slippery with suds. As I rub the soap your hips move a bit, and I come up with an idea.
“Do you if like the feel of my hands stroking you? “, I whisper in your ear. You nod your head and I continue to stroke you. “Are you absolutely sure that you like it?”
“Yes, I like it. Keep doing it.,” you tell me.
Still stroking you I say, “Good, I want this to pleasurable for you. But, if you move, even a muscle, I will stop, and you finish your bath alone.”
“OK. I’ll stand still; just keep up what you are doing.”
My thumb circles the head of your cock, and my free hand finds your nipple and rolls it between my finger and thumb, turning it into a hard little pebble. You moan and thrust yourself into my hand.
“You moved,” I say as I drop my hands from your body.
“That’s not funny. OK, I promise not to move, just don’t stop.
I reach around and wrap my fingers around you again “Alright, but if you move again, I leave.” My other hand cups you, then gently squeezes, and this draws a sound from your throat. The rhythm of my stroking increases, and your muscles tense, but you are careful not to move. Standing on my toes, the tip of my tongue touches the side of your neck, just below your ear, and makes small circles there.