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Subject: {ASSM} My Eros 63
Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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                               My Eros 63
                           By: Richard Knight

Tonight I've got a little treat planned for you...

You sounded a little strained on the phone earlier and I'm waiting for
you when you get home.  I meet you at the door and as you're taking off
your shoes and voicing your frustrations, I'm just standing there
listening to you.  I could sense that today wasn't a good day for you,
so I prepared a little something.  You go to slip out of your clothes
from today as I go into the bathroom.  You hear me running the water in
there for a little while and I walk out wearing a swimsuit and I've got
a towel neatly folded over my left arm.  You give me a raised eyebrow
in silent question as to what I'm up to.  I just smile my goofy grin
and usher you into the bathroom.

You first see the flickering of the wide candles that I've arranged by
the sink, then you notice the bathtub loaded with bubbles.  You look
back at me with a tired smile and I dip my head down quickly once and
wink at you with a reassuring smile.  I see you loosen a little bit at
that and you start shrugging out of your clothes.  I'm quick with my
hands and take over the task as I whisper into your ear that tonight is
full serve, everything's taken care of.  I take my time, piece by piece
you become naked before me in the candlelight.  You're looking down at
me now and your smile is certainly looking better already.  OK, into
the tub with you now...

You ease back into the bubbles, delighting in the sensation of the
little poppings and feeling the warm foam hugging at your body in a way
that slightly tickles.  I got the temperature just the way you like it,
hey, I've been taking notes.  You actually sigh as you come to rest in
the water.  As you reach for the soap, I beat you to it.  Full serve
means just that, I tell you with a wink.  I wet my hands in the water
and lightly sprinkle droplets across your shoulders and breasts with
my fingertips.  Then I cup my hands in the tub and come up with a
larger amount of water and pour it across your shoulders, down your
neck, down your back.  I bet that feels nice...

You close your eyes to revel in the feeling.  You can hear the trickling
of the water and that light sound of the foamy bubbles disappearing
around you.  You can even smell something pleasant although you can't
quite tell if it's from the type of candles or something I've poured in
the water, but it's faint enough to tease you, and you somehow like the
subtle scent of it.

You hear wet, sloppy sounds and peek through one eye to see me lathering
up my hands with the soap.  I think I just heard you giggle...but maybe
not...  My warm, soapy hands start working hard, slippery circles across
the back of your neck.  I feel the tension running out, melting, and I
hear you sigh a little as you feel it going as well.  I'm working two
strong fingers up & down under your hair at the base of your skull while
my other hand moves across soft, soapy shoulders.  If you were a cat, I
swear you'd be purring.  Your eyes both open and you see me smiling down
at you as my fingers work pure magic down your back and across your
collar line.  Your eyes are half-lidded so this must all be having some
pleasurable effect on you.

I lift your closest leg out of the suds and the water just slides down
your leg in rivers.  I'd imagine that tickles as well.  I slip your
ankle into the crook of my elbow to hold it there as my fingers firmly
work the lather up and down your leg.  As my stroking comes higher up
your thigh, your eyes widen, and I think I almost got scolded for a
second there before you slide further down into the water.  I'm working
the inside of your thigh, then under it, now the outer thigh, and coming
around again I notice your eyes closed once more.  I work back down,
giving your calf a good workout with my thumbs and further down to your
ankle.  Then I'm slipping my fingers wetly between your toes, across
your sole, tickling across the top then firmly again.  I slowly lower
your leg back into the water and reach for the other one, glancing at
you to make sure you're still enjoying the tender loving care.  Are you?

I'm reaching across now, my dry hand anchored to the far edge of the tub
with your ankle resting comfortably on top of my wrist.  That keeps your
leg from falling in as well as keeps me from toppling in with you as
well.  Oh but you'd like that wouldn't you?  Me too...

My soapy hand slips up and down the reverse of the other leg.  Starting
with your toes I get them nice and relaxed, across your smooth ankle, up
your calf.  I'm firmly grasping at your knee now, over and under.  You
feel the heat from my hands and I can feel your cooling skin where I've
raised it out of the water.  My hand moves over and down your leg now,
running down to your thigh.  I catch the sound of a little moan, but I'm
not sure if it was yours or mine.  I know I'm certainly enjoying this...

You seem to just be really getting into the soapy massage when I'm
lowering your leg back into the suds.  You're about to open your eyes
and say something to me when you feel both hands, lathered up, starting
on the front of both shoulders.  I catch a little grin as my hands bring
their magic down a little lower.  It's a good thing your eyes are closed
so you can't see what this is doing to the front of my swimsuit...  The
sight of you and the feel of your body under my loving hands...it all
has me nearly hypnotised.  I refocus as my right hand catches the swell
of your breast.  This time we both give a little sigh.  Soft hands work
lightly across both breasts now, squeezing, kneading, stroking.  The joy
I get out of handling them is increased somehow by the feel of them both
under my slick hands.  You arch your back just a little to press into my
palms and I'm teasing at your nipples now, both at once slip through my
fingers as I tweak them.  The soap makes them pop easily out of my grasp
in a way that both disappoints you and yet somehow heightens the unique
sensation of this nipple play.  It feels like everything that I am is
concentrated in my hands right now.  And your smile is full.  Your smile
is for me, and you're telling me I'm creating it.  And that's the moment

I live for the most...

At long last, my hands creep downwards across your torso, meeting near
your navel, crossing each other back and forth.  Back and forth they
play in the foam as they journey down.  At last they touch the water and
although the soap is disappearing from them, they continue to move
almost the same way from the water's lubrication.  Perhaps they grasp a
little more firmly or seem to cling slightly, but they still move
smoothly.  Your hips, can they feel my fingers now?  Can your sweet
thighs feel the touches of my soft fingers?  Your smile fills me.

I give you some more water cupped in my hands, it sluices down across
your neck and shoulders, rinsing away the soap.  I dip down again,
coming up with more water for your torso.  My eyes follow the path of
the splashes in the candlelight.  I dip my hands beneath the foam yet
again, but this time they stay there and move across both thighs.  You
feel my lips kissing at your wet throat then up & across to that little
spot behind your earlobe.  I feel a slight tremor run through you and
my hands grasp firmly at your thighs as I move back around to kiss you
lightly.  Lightly.  Lightly.  Then fully.  I hear the breath coming
hard from your nostrils as you kiss me passionately.  My fingers are
ever-busy the whole time that we kiss, and I can feel your moans in my
mouth, taste them on my tongue.  I'd say your day is looking up...

My hands busy themselves between your legs...softly, firmly, across,
circles, strokes.  Your own hands are grasping at my shoulders in
urgency.  You pull me to yourself, holding me close.  A large shudder
runs through you, long and hard, and in your excitement you pull me
right into the tub on top of you.  So, is it my turn now, or would you
rather I continued?  The choice is yours, for tonight is your full-serve
night...remember?

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