I’d try to be good. Honestly, I would.
I’d start just sitting behind you, and running a cloth or some soap up and down your arms. I’d wash your hair as you leaned forward and let me scoop handfuls of water to rinse the soap clean. It would all seem innocent enough. But when it comes to you, I am not innocent. My mind races. I can’t help but be aroused.
I’d make a concerted effort to keep my hands to myself. But with the guise of cleanliness, my hands would linger on your arms and back. It would trace down your side, and rest on your thigh. Would that be bad? I’d whisper, “I’m sorry,” in your ear.
I’d be lying. And again my hand would wander across your thigh pushing between your legs, which were opened, subtly. Again I’d whisper, “oops. It was an accident.”
But it wasn’t. I wouldn’t remove my hand. Instead it would rest on you. Slightly moving, “I’m sorry about that..” again I’d perpetuate the fallacy of my words. My lips would beg forgiveness, but my hand would grow bolder, and my finger would soon slide down between your folds of your lips.
Your body softens, and leans back into my chest. Your head rolls to the side and my mouth leans in to kiss. My finger pulls back, upwards and grazes your clitoris. Are you sensitive? I’d nibble my way up your neck, “my apologies,” I’d say, “forgive me?”
My finger twists a circle around your clit as I lick your earlobe. And further down between your lips again and my finger enters you. I push a single finger inside.
"I didn’t mean that," I’d whisper as I worked that finger in and out. "How are you doing? Enjoying your bath?"
"Mmmhmmm," you’d moan in my ear.
My teeth graze your neck. I suck on your earlobe as my other hand reaches around your stomach, pulling you back into me. You can feel my arousal throbbing on your back.
My fingers extract, my hips press forward. My hands scoop under your legs. I want to be inside you. I need to be in you. I lift your legs up and lift you atop me. Your hand falls down to guide me inside you.
I can feel the squeeze of your pussy on my cock as I lower you onto me. Slowly, gently, entering you.
Your head turns back towards mine and our mouths meet, your arm twists behind my head and pulls me to you. Your mouth opens to moan as I stretch you. Filling you. You are so fucking tight on my cock. Your hips gyrate in a circle as I continue to lower you onto me slowly. Almost all the way in, I thrust upwards. Filling you completely, and we both gasp and exhale a pleasured sigh.
"FUCK. I’m sorry, accident," I whisper as I enter you.
Your hips lift as your ass tightens, squeezing me as you push yourself up and down on me. Fucking my cock from above, controlling the flow. Moaning every time as you descend onto me.
My hand reaches around, teasing your clit with my fingers. Twisting and trying to make you cum.. and cum..
Again I slide my hands under your knees and pull them closed against you. Your tightness intensifies against me. I lift you to the brink of sliding off and thrust into you. Lifting and letting you fall, in you, and back out.
The bathwater splashing from our thrashing, spilling from the tub. We both moan. Gasp. Cumming. Cumming together. My hips give a final thrust as I erupt inside you. My cock twitching and filling you with my cum.
I gently lean back and allow you to unravel. Our bodies apart. You twist, turning to me. We embrace and kiss.
"I tried to be good. I swear."