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THE Storm Cometh…
I led my lovely Connie to the prepared bath. She was still suppressing, unsuccessfully I might add, from laughing. I hoped that she would not really notice that I had cut some of her favorite flowers from her flowers garden to sprinkle over the bath. The flowers did not have much of scents, but it did add to the ambiance. The bubbly waters made my heart skip a bit, as I envisioned some mischief.
I too quickly disrobe from my costume, with a little bit of help from Connie. I certainly did not want to be saddled with the task of washing her fake Jaguar skin blouse, and her skirt. I can operate heavy machinery and program complex CNCs, but the video player and the washer and dryer escaped my able abilities. Washing her clothes by my hands meant that I would have to fork out money to buy her new ones. Since inevitably, I would ruin them. In fact, I fail to see the why I should separate the whites from colors. I thought cloth was cloth, no matter what shape or color. Although, I would not be disinclined to wash her undergarments. I get tingly feelings whenever I touch her panties.
I was getting those fabulous feelings right now as I watch her take her panties off. In addition, for some obscure reason, innocuous tasks like undressing, especially my Connie undressing in front of me, always brought a mischievous smile from me. She could see my eyes and my lips curling impishly at her. My sour disposition was completely forgotten.
My body was not perfect, with a slight rump in front from years of skipping exercise. Even though no one would actually accuse me of being fat, since I was not. I did go into the web site where I can calculate my ideal weight. There, I found that I was borderline fat, which meant that I am NOT fat. I did weigh myself with Connie’s bathroom scales, so the result would not be skewed. Unless, Connie actually went and twist the small calibration dial on the back…
Back to Connie and me in the bathroom, naked. The water was warm, since I tested it myself by my ‘TGIF’ principle, which had never failed me before. ‘Toes go In First.’ I sat myself on the edge, while she totally submerged herself. I pressed her to lean back onto my legs.
The tiles were warm, from the warmth of the water. I was comfortable, when I first ran my fingers through her hair. I loved the smell of her hair. That must have something to do with the herbal jasmine and green tea shampoo that she uses. The scent was absolutely invigorating and fabulous. My fingers then inch their way to her temple. There, I used my index fingers to massage the deep notches beside her eyes. Above her eyebrows, run two nerves, which massaged from the center outwards, would dispel headaches. This trick, which I had learnt from my father, worked as well with Connie. I can feel her shoulders relaxing against my legs.
Encouraged, I proceeded to give my beloved Connie a neck and shoulder massage. She has a lovely neck, which I longed to kiss. But her massage had only begun, as I curbed my own needs. Her shoulder muscles were easy to knead and squeeze, as I had strong arms and fingers. Her neck also presented no problems, as I could tell from the moans of pleasure escaping from her lips. With my two thumbs, her neck received the full neck massage, as taught by my dad…
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