Chapter 14. Tub Or Shower With Oral

Monday Mid Afternoon

When we woke after our nap I was spooning Irene. Some slippery liquids had become crusty, so I guess the nap lasted longer than usual, perhaps as long as two hours.

I started to kiss and nibble her on the back of the neck, then the ear, then to her cheek and finally her lips. Sometime in the process she woke with a big smile, but she letting me continue as if she was still asleep.

“Tub or shower?” I asked after we shared that kiss and my fingers caressed her soft nipples into yummy lumps that were a treat for both of us. Kissing and playing with her body was nice so I kept it up. She did that thing kittens do to say they enjoy the petting, but they will never admit it.

She had to think about the tub or shower thing for about 15 minutes while I continued what I was doing, she claimed she couldn’t think while I was doing that, so it took time to formulate her answer. “You know, I never consider soaking in a tub, time is always an issue and the shower is so quick. But now that you mention it, I recall thinking that was a very large tub in there.”

“Toad ordered it special, it is a one-off designed to share by a friendly pair, with one person at each end. The second bedroom has a double wide tub, for two people to share side-by-side if they wish. The showers are set up for three with non-slip floors, a bench and grab bars to facilitate playful exercise. On the third floor is a gang shower for large mixed groups to be friendly, with grab bars, a bench, overhead rings to grab and other amusements. Toad always liked his good clean fun until his knees went out.”

“Those all sound like wonderful ideas.” After another round or two of kisses she picked the long tub for a chance to soak tired muscles while talking face-to-face. I got up and started the water running, I knew she would want it hot. I added a little olive oil as a moisturizer. When it was full I turned the water off. A moment later she stepped in the room. Her step was even, so her leg was okay after our exercise. She put her foot in the water, testing the temperature. “Ohhhh, nice and warm ... I may go back to sleep.”

“Give me a minute to change the sheets and I will join you.” I knew she would appreciate the little things, and to be honest, I liked clean sheets too. Our last episode had been quite a workout so we were both dripping with sweat when we dropped into bed.

When I came back I brought two glasses of iced and spiced watermelon juice, which hit the spot. After a sip and a kiss I joined her, sinking into the other end of the tub facing her. When I stretched out in the tub there was plenty of room for both of us, only our lower legs overlapped. I had never seen her face so relaxed and joyful.

Irene noticed my cock. I had a bit of stiffness, it would take very little effort to get it to working condition for her. So she asked about what she could expect in terms of “exercise” over the balance of our time together. I had arrived at noon and she would have my attention until 4 tomorrow afternoon.

I replied that she might be able to count on 3 more performances from my equipment, possibly 4. However, in addition I looked forward to pleasing her some other ways. I licked my lips and said I was counting on tasting her sweet juices and I was also capable of some pleasurable handling of delicate flesh.

“That sounds like a lot of exercise for a shy, underused kitty. Not to mention my energy and such.”

“Well, you asked what I could do. To be honest I would be happy to spend the rest of the time holding you close in bed, relaxing and kissing different places ... maybe with an amateur back-rub thrown in. This boon is for you to enjoy, I will be happy with whatever you ask. Also, if you want somebody else to join in, male or female, that can be arranged. I know some talented folks.”

“Thank you, but actually what I was hoping for was the one-on-one things with somebody who could meet some more of my unusual requests, things I am curious about, but too embarrassed to mention to anyone else. Plus I have to say, despite the exposure during the photo-shoot I have not been lusting after any of your softer associates. Perhaps I have a low sex drive, or maybe it is sleeping. After my marriage I kept thinking about that childhood kissing game, and I admit I wondered what it would be like as an adult - with you. I admit, I often think of playing the same game, in the same place with the same people, but not limited to kissing. A childish game for adults ... like the sand caves.”

“Interesting...” I had to admit. I thought about our first kiss, 15 years ago. “Maybe the same game, at night, with unmarried adults of an age ... Maybe 25 to 32?”

“Now that is a refinement I had not considered ... and it might catch on,” she said.

“Earlier you said ‘unusual requests,’ it might help if you expanded that.”

“It might be easier to start with some history. Before my temporary wedding I was very chaste, I had a plan which started with you. That day with you exceeded all my other childhood kisses put together. For my marriage I had my White Scarf night of instruction with the Patron, he covered the points very well for me, making sure I knew the basics if not the heights. Penetrative sex, kisses, manual play, these were all revelation’s, the hand of another person feels so different inside, in a sexual place. But we stayed with some pretty basic drills, I was not an advanced student. He could go twice, but they had to well-spaced. In the morning I went off to my groom I shared with his wife. After my marriage ended regular sex with others was pleasant when I tried other men, but it was not special. I was okay with solo exercises.”

“How about your first time, with the Patron?” I asked. “That will be my job someday in the Colony, unless we try an alternative.”

“My barrier was light, so the Patron had me get on top where I could use my weight, to control the speed and pain. He trusted me with that, less then 10% of his White Scarf brides start on top. I made it quick. When that was done we swapped top and bottom positions, moving to missionary. The first time was a learning exercise but not special, there was so much to cope with. The next morning he was showing some desire so I got on top again, I wanted to try it again and for me being on top was much better. The Patron didn’t usually do sex again in the morning, but I got him started. I used my hands to play with my clit while I posted on his cock. It felt better all around, so that set the standard. That also reinforced my solo sex habits.

“During out honeymoon my husband taught me a few more things, my husband’s body had missed being with his wife so we were both up for it from the start. It wasn’t emotional, for both of us it was pure exercise with another person.

“Emotionally he really missed his wife. After the honeymoon week we all moved in together. She encouraged him to please me, to do his duty, at least every day. With that encouragement he pleased us both, but he stayed conventional with only three positions, adding doggy to my repertoire. He said it was easier for him to feel faithful doing me from behind. I didn’t mind, I knew where his head and heart were at and he made it work for me. He really loved his wife and I didn’t rock the boat, she told me privately that I should help myself, she gave me hints and lessons so I made it work. Then it was over and I was off to boot camp, which is exhausting because I was competing with men. While in the military, on leave, I had two one-night-stands with civilian men. They picked me up at a bar, we were both a little drunk, so the night was a blur. Then in the morning they saw my weapon and got scared, thinking I was with the Cuban security detachment. The locals didn’t arm their regular female soldiers because they would never see combat. My Air Defense unit was an odd duck at the time, the leaders were terrified of US Marine helicopters and always thought they saw aircraft carriers on the horizon, so our unit got every consideration. I could do math in my head when most of them could not give you the reciprocal of a bearing to save their life - which was kind of a critical requirement with the old Soviet beam riders we had.

“So I got command training even as an enlisted, was issued a weapon, and had the command codes so I could pull the trigger on the SAMs when it counted. I was actually authorized to use the gun to remove the lieutenant or the captain if he got in my way in fire control, we had an East German-trained colonel who was really paranoid of helicopter tactics and he trusted me more than his flunky subordinates. We were only issues so many SAMs. He posted the ‘shoot to kill’ orders he gave me, so my men would back me. The officers did not like that, but the option was a public math test they would fail with humiliation and a demotion.

I made a suggestion to get her pussy more routine pleasure. “This is LA, you could find other Colony guys here. Probably some guys you knew back home, I am sure you kissed other guys on other Avee’s day. There is no need for your kitty to go without.”

“That is true, and it could happen. But my age and responsibilities are hard to mix a social life into. I sleep with a room full of guys, that is hard to sell to a LA guy in any macho neighborhood. Plus my career now is more satisfying than what I see on the market, command is a special high, like a drug it consumes me and my time. It also helps that we don’t have as much paperwork and red tape as a regular military. I am a lifer - your lifer to be honest. Now, I know that the Patron has me slotted for a contingency with you, that is a higher duty I would also enjoy ... writhing with passion under you trying to make babies.” She smiled at the idea. “That sounds like a pretty good life.”