Chapter 11: Sheer Light Blue Thong

TWO

... and began to wash my body using the thick sponge that was loaded with body wash. Starting at my feet, then my ankles, my calves, up to my thighs, scrubbing vigorously.

This was, of course, pure torture. I was at full mast. How she avoided banging into it with her head or getting poked in the eye was beyond my comprehension.

But avoid she did. She continued up my thighs, my waist, torso, my chest, my neck, then both arms, with her now standing. Then she moved behind me, getting my back, ass, legs ... and now she was back in front of me again, looking into my eyes.

She anticipated me.

“No ... I didn’t forget anything...” and with that she again descended before me.

The torture ascended to another level as she used the sponge first on my balls, gently washing them again and again, and then on my cock, surrounding it with the sponge and stroking it, not fast, but with a firm grip. My eyes closed. The combination of the warm, sudsy texture of the sponge, and knowing it was her, there, in front of me, her face mere inches from me ... I felt my steely resolve crumbling. I ... was ... so ... going ... to ... explo...

She released her grip and arose in front of me.

“All clean,” she pronounced.

I swallowed. And then my eyes opened to see her standing, just the faintest trace of a smile on her face.

“My turn,” I said, taking the sponge from her. I applied a generous amount of body wash, set the water to a lower amount but increased the steam effect, and sank to my knees before her, thinking two can play this game, and that I played to win.

I too started with her feet, taking my time with each one, individually cleaning each toe thoroughly, but all the while keeping my face a mere inch from her body, her pussy to be exact. Naturally, being a mammal, I needed to breathe, and breathe I did, making sure that my exhalations of air were aimed right at that most sacred of locations on her body. I knew what effect this would have on her mind and body.