Date: Fri, 05 May 2000 21:32:09 CDT
From: Wendy Evans <we_1965@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lisa's Bath

Lisa had adjusted the water jets to a low setting and the warm water was 
rippling around us.  I was lying back against her and she was softly 
massaging my breasts.  She would squeeze them lightly and then slide her 
hands over them, finishing with her thumb and index fingers tenderly 
pinching my nipples.

The scented bath beads, the warm water and my very tender breast massage 
were enough to make me completely relax.  Again, I turned my head to kiss 
her mouth, and our lips parted as our tongues touched.  She moved a hand 
from my breast to my hair and combed her fingers through it.  Over and over 
again, she would place her hand in the water and then comb my hair with her 
wet fingers.  Lisa reached for a bottle of shampoo and poured some on her 
hands.  I leaned forward a little as Lisa began to massage my scalp, 
creating a foamy crown on my head.  When she was done she pushed me down and 
I slid forward as my sudsy hair dipped into the tub.  She rinsed the shampoo 
from me, then urged me to sit back up.

Now she had a bar of soap and began to lather my back, and then would work 
her hands around me and apply the soap to my tummy and breasts.  Eventually, 
she rubbed the bar of soap against a bath cloth and produced a foamy layer 
on it.  She took the cloth and slid it quickly under the water and against 
my pussy.  She bathed me there, washing away all the afternoon's play from 
my hairy cunt.  Lisa asked me to get onto my knees and while I did, she 
lathered the cloth again.  This time, she ran the cloth through the channel 
between the cheeks of my bottom.  Finally, when she was done, she asked if I 
would like to bathe her.

Of course, I jumped at the chance, and turned to face her.  She looked so 
angelic laying in the tub of water with it gently pulsing all around her.  
This beautiful woman had made wonderful love with me, and even though I was 
now much more relaxed, I could still feel a tingling sensation running 
through my whole body.  I never dreamed that my first lesbian experience 
would have been so erotic, and so satisfying.  I scolded myself for having 
waited so long.

I repeated the same steps that Lisa had used as I bathed her, except when I 
leaned over her to shampoo her hair, Lisa took the opportunity so draw one 
of my nipples into her mouth.  It was very difficult to concentrate on 
washing her hair while she did that.

I cleansed her pussy and bottom with the same cloth she had used on me, and 
when I was done, Lisa got to her knees and we pressed against each other.  
Our bodies were slick with the oily and fragrant bath water, and we took a 
moment to kiss each other again.  When we stood up, we gathered each other 
in big, fluffy towels and dried each other.  Stepping from the tub we 
finished our drying and then with the towels wrapped around us we went back 
to her bedroom.

Lisa took the decorative pillows from the bed, and rolled back the comforter 
and top sheet.   She dropped the towel that had been around her, and climbed 
into bed.  I took the hint, dropped my towel and followed her.  We nestled 
together, softly stroking our fingers on each other's warm skin, and before 
long settled into a wonderful nap.  When I awoke, it was nearly dark, and 
for a moment I didn't know where I was.  Lisa and I were cuddled together, 
with our legs intertwined.  I quickly looked at the bedside clock and 
realized it was already after 9pm.

Lisa's eyes fluttered open and she yawned as she broke away from her 
slumber.  She looked at the clock and gasped slightly, apologizing for it 
being so late.  She said she was fearful that my husband would be worrying, 
and I told her that it would be ok.  (Of course, I was worried that I would 
not be able to come up with a plausible excuse, but I certainly did not want 
Lisa worrying about it, too.)  We got up from the bed, and proceeded to get 
dressed.  My clothes were still there, draped over the corner chair where I 
had left them earlier in the day.  Lisa put on a robe and followed me to her 
front door.  When we got there, we kissed again, and she thanked me for a 
wonderful afternoon.  I nearly had to laugh -- she was thanking me?!  I 
should have been the one thanking her, and I did, just before we kissed one 
last time.

After we said goodnight, and I stepped through the door onto the walkway to 
go to my car, I heard Lisa call to me.  As I turned around I saw that she 
was clutching the bottom of the bathing suit I had worn earlier.  She had it 
pressed closely to her nose, then pulled it away and told me that she would 
probably never wash the suit again.

When I finally got home, the house was dark.  Now I was really worried, 
until I went in, walked to the kitchen and flicked on the light.  There, on 
the kitchen counter was a single rose, with a note laying over it.  My 
husband had written to tell me that he had been sent out of town suddenly.  
He had come by the house on his way to the airport to pack some clothes.  He 
apologized, and told me he was sorry he had missed me, but that he would 
call me later that evening.  I sniffed the rose, but I had trouble focusing 
on where it had come from.  I didn't sense the touching sentiment of my 
husband.  Instead, I smelled the bath that Lisa and I had taken.  Then I saw 
Lisa and I making love.

I saw Lisa smelling the bathing suit I had worn.  I could see her lying in 
bed, still sniffing the bathing suit bottom, and I rushed off to my bedroom. 
  Quickly, I undressed and lay on the bed and began to masturbate.  After I 
came, I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Lisa.  What a wonderful dream it 
was.