Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And then she was lowering herself into a deep bath which was, after all, just right.

She allowed herself to lie back in the hot water and soak. Her eyes closed in contentment.

A hand upon her belly jerked them open again. It was Karen, kneeling, her sleeves rolled up, armed with soap and luffa.

"What? What are you doing?"

"Why, washing you, of course."

"But I-"

"Quiet, lady. Enjoy."

"I-"

"Of course you haven't. Neither had I before I came here. But you'll enjoy being washed. I'm good at it."

"I'm sure you are, but really, Karen, I-"

"No more." She pushed Emily gently back down into the water. "It'll be all right. Trust me."

Emily still wasn't certain, but the hand which was slowly beginning to massage her tightened belly into softness again did feel awfully good. She began to relax. "I haven't been washed since I was probably eight." She began to grin.

"Just close your eyes again, Emily, and I'll have you clean in no time."

But Karen was wrong. It took quite a lot of time.

Karen's hands were lovely. They slid eas ily all over Emily's body, quickly, lightly, never lingering long upon any one spot. It was a titillation as well as a cleansing.

Emily found that she could raise no objection to Karen's fingers upon her breasts.

Even when Karen manipulated her nipples until they stood up, Emily merely lay back with a peaceful smile upon her face. And when the woman slid her fingers down along the edge of Emily's hairy vee, down between her loosening thighs, to guide the soap into her most intimate creases, Emily even found herself sighing. It was almost exciting, almost an erotic caress. And as long as that distance was maintained…

Emily raised her knee to allow Karen better access to the soft mound.

There was no sound save that of the motion in the water. Karen's light breathing was all the evidence Emily had that she was even in the room. And her hands, of course.

But the hands might have been her own, so knowledgeably did they manipulate her.

They were washing her breasts again now. Karen seemed determined to make her breasts just as clean as they could be. The great orbs slithered under the soapy fingers, wobbling upon Emily's chest with a weight which was anything but unpleasant. Her nipples had grown stiff again, and now and then Karen's hands brushed them, maintaining their erection.

Whispering, Karen breathed into her ear, "Now if you'll stand up, I'll wash your back."

With a hand to support her in one soapy armpit, Emily rose from the water to stand braced against the wall with her back to her maid. The hands began to work up a lather at her shoulders and to smooth the soap down her back. Soon they had reached her waist, and here Karen soaped around to Emily's soft belly again.

Perhaps there was a spot she had missed, as she ran her soap across the top of Emily's wide pussy bush. Probably that was the reason for her fingers trailing down the divide between thigh and cunt. And then the hands remembered another spot they had missed and rose to cup the weight of Emily's jutting breasts. The soapy cups lifted and separated and then allowed the weights to slip back down to their own position again. But now, of course, there was all that thigh to do. Karen bent to her task. Those long columns rising before her eyes to Emily's handsome ass needed attention. Emily felt the hands moving up the inside and the back of her thighs until they met where all the lines came together. She felt her cheeks being insinuated by soapy, slippery fingers, felt her very asshole grazed by a fingernail, once and then repeatedly. She spread her thighs so that she could be washed everywhere. Her head still hung slightly with eyes closed, the feel of the downward pull of her breasts rather exciting now.

And then she felt warm breath puffing slowly against the very base of her spine, just where it swelled outwards into the white curve of her hips. Hot breath against her and then-what was that? Were those lips which had pressed lightly against her spine? A new and strange way of washing for sure. She was glad she had taken the chance of discovering the way one washed another woman. It was instructive, in a purely academic way of course. She sighed again. Yes, for certain, they were lips.

Now the cloth was wiped, washing away the soap. She felt the coolness of new water against her flushed flanks. And still the lips returned to their work. And a tongue perhaps between them. A softness which prodded downwards and between her buttocks. She could feel Karen's whole face pressed against her now, nearly splitting her open from behind, as the tongue sought its crinkled target. And Emily knew right when the target was found. That soft and wet pressure opening her, stroking her loosening rim, inserting itself more deeply within her. She tilted her ass up and spread her cheeks more so that this unusual washing could continue.

Curiously, one of the hands felt it necessary at that moment to return to the hairy thatch in the front again. It dipped and this time split her right down the middle. Oh! It must have been a mistake that it rubbed its way across the top of her clit. Surely a mistake. But why should her clit have been so aroused? Pesky thing. But it was okay now. The fingers were down where they might conceivably need to do some washing, smoothing in and out of her vagina itself. Then kept brushing against her clit, though. Kept the darned little button jumping like crazy.

She was beginning to think that the washing was growing just a trifle too erotic. She ought to stop it, really she ought. She was not entirely certain that she wanted to go on with this. She could wash herself, after all. Yes, she'd have to put a stop to this.

Any time now she'd say something to make Karen take her tongue out of her asshole. That tongue which was flicking itself endlessly and maddeningly across her splayed rear entrance. Was this washing? No. Karen was beginning to go too far.

Really. Really this would just have to stop. Very soon. She'd put an end to it for good and all. She'd just say-Oh! Was that a finger which just slid into her asshole? Oh, it was, and there was another. God, they felt like a ramrod up inside her. But Karen had stopped her licking. Yes, she had stopped, and so it was all right. Now things were in control again. Karen was simply washing her very thoroughly with her fingers. You could feel the way they squished in and out, surely for purposes of cleanliness only.

And the hand in her front now, the one slowly washing in and out of her slippery cunt, began to concentrate its stroking on her clit again. Really, she was sure that her clit was clean enough. There couldn't be any further soaping necessary. But those fingers felt otherwise, obviously. They felt that there must be-ah! YessssThey felt that-Mmmmmm!-They felt…

The two fingers which plunged into her rear hole were increasing their speed. She felt Karen's teeth grasp a wide hunk of the flesh of one cheek and begin to nibble at it. And the fingers on her clit were no longer simply washing. She was certain of that now. Something else was happening. It was all so strange. What was Karen trying to do? Emily's breath was coming faster. She had lain her forehead against her crossed arms and straddled her legs s o that Karen had access for this odd business, whatever it was, and she could feel that her mighty breasts were swaying sharply forward and back in time with the fingers flashing into her from behind.

Karen didn't know it, of course, but her washing was having the most curious effect upon Emily. Really, this was just going to make her come if she didn't put a stop to it.

Imagine, coming instead of being cleaned! What a mixup. Karen would certainly be surprised if she knew what she was actually doing. She thought she was just washing. But those fingers in her asshole! Oh, and her clit felt so huge in the light grasp of those other fingers. She really was going to come! In fact, she could feel it beginning just now. Yes, there it was coming. There her muscles were tightening.