Crazy connection

The bath

Chapter 7

The bath

He returns from the bathroom, “I’ve run you a bath, you need to warm up before you catch a chill.” He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. The bath is full and he has thoughtfully put the hotel soaps and washes next to his own on the edge of the bath.

“You can use my toiletries or the hotels. Whichever you prefer.” He places a fresh towel on the side.

And with that he turns and heads out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

I stand quietly looking at the door for a few seconds before peeling my wet clothes off of my body and placing them in a wet pile in the washbasin so they don’t leak all over the floor. I will have to wear them again tomorrow morning, so will have to try hang them up in here or on a radiator to dry after I’ve bathed.

I dip my toe in the bath, the water is steaming hot and burns a little as I lower the rest of my foot in, but thats the way I like it. I get in with both feet. It’s hot, but so inviting.

I lower my bottom into the bath, hovering a little as I get accustomed to the heat. Once in I close my eyes as the warmth of the water starts to radiate through my body and thaws me out bit by bit. Finally just as the uncontrollable shivering stops and I feel like I can finally relax. I rest my head back and shut my eyes and enjoy the quiet after what seems like a very long day.

***

I jerk awake when I hear a knock at the main door of the room. I hope I haven’t been asleep in here for too long. The bath water still feels warm so it couldn’t have been for too long, I hope. My body stiffens and my eyes widen when I hear a knock, knock on the bathroom door.

“Aha?” Is all that I can muster. Fred replies, “I won’t look, I’m just going to come in and grab the wet coats. I”ll Look the other way I promise.”

“Okay”

I bend forward in an attempt to cover up my top half and my private bits awkwardly with my arms when the door opens just slightly. I see his long arm come in and grab the coats off the side. It takes him a few more seconds before the door shuts again.

My ears are pricked as I hear him talking to someone at the bedroom door. I hear the door click shut and then nothing...

I decide to not stay in the bath for too long as I’m pretty sure he must be freezing as well and is probably wanting a bath or a shower.

I pick up his shower gel, its Linx man Africa... I give it a sniff. It smells good but I don’t want to smell like a man. I open the hotel’s all-over-shampoo and body wash, it smells like some kind of floral and pomegranate scent, pleasant enough, and I wash myself from top to toe. Once washed I take the plug out and grab the dry towel on the side.

I dress into the clothes he gave me, a baggy, black T-shirt and some dark grey joggers. At the bottom of the pile I find some gym socks, the thick fluffy type. I smile at how thoughtful he was with giving me socks to wear as well, maybe he remembers that I always have cold feet.

I towel dry my hair and look in the mirror. The black-T is pretty baggy but it still shows the subtle outline of my braless breasts, my n*****s are poking at the fabric ever so slightly, not fully hardened but perky non the less. This is one of those times I wish I had some make up in my little bag instead of the scarf. My face is red from the heat of the bath and my hair is tangled and wet. Even just a touch of mascara would make this face look a bit better then it does.

I tip my head upside down and try to shake some of the tangles out. Flicking my hair back up and over, I spray water all over the ceiling of the bathroom. I realise the floor is soaked so I use the little white bathmat to dry it up as best I can. I go for the basin so I can wring my clothes out and hang them, only to find they aren’t there anymore.

“Hhmmm, he must have taken them when he came in for the coats?”

I see some skincare products on the shelf, so decide to use some of his face cream. It goes on smoothly and my face feels less tight.

Thinking, it’s definitely been a while now, I probably should stop procrastinating and head back out so he can get himself bathed and get warmed up.

I pickup the ball of socks and walk out to find him sitting on the double bed sipping on a hot drink. “I made you some hot chocolate, but you’ve been in there a while, it’s probably cold by now.”

I smile and feel my face turn red with blush again. I just hope my face is still red from the heat of the bath to hide it.

I say, “I’m sure it will still be good, thank you!”, “oh, and sorry, for taking so long.” I look around the bedroom for our coats and my wet clothes, but they aren’t around.

“That’s okay,” he replies, “you look like you’ve definitely warmed up a little at least.”

“ I nearly sent in the search party, but heard you moving about after a while so decided to wait for you to finish up?”

I presume he is referring to my reddened face in the first comment, and to the fact that I took so long while in there.

“You should dry your hair, I’ve plugged the hairdryer in over there for you”, and he points to the bedside table of the single bed.

I walk over to get my hot chocolate and then head over to sit on the single bed so I can dry my hair. I feel a sense of relief when I see he has put all of his paperwork and belongings away on the desk, leaving the single bed free. I’m not sure about what happened earlier, not sure if that was the best idea to just let him kiss me like that. I wasn’t sure what he was expecting from me tonight, especially after the kiss. But it was a relief to think that he wasn’t expecting anything and is giving me the option. At least, I think that’s why he cleared the single bed. Maybe he’s changed his mind and thinks the kiss was a mistake. Never the less, the thought of what I might be coming out of the bathroom to was making me a little nervous.

I think back to where my clothes are, and to what I will be wearing tomorrow if they are gone. As if he could read my mind, Daniel stands up and heads for the bathroom, on his way in he says, “don’t worry about your clothes, I got hold of the front desk, they have a laundry service here, so your clothes and our coats will be clean, dry and ready first thing in the morning.”

That’s when it dawns on me, who he was speaking to at the door.

He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. I hear the rush of water from the shower head start to flow and decide to start drying my hair.

Once my hair is as dry as I’m going to get it with this inadequate hotel hair dryer, I get up to look for a hair brush. I look on the table, but don’t see anything, I spy a toiletry bag in the open wardrobe. I make my way over and start to unzip the zipper, I put my hand in and feel around for something that feels like a hairbrush.

Just then he opens the bathroom door with a loud thud. I turn round with a jump, to find him standing behind me with just his boxers on, water droplets dripping from his hair down through his chest hair and down his, not quite a six pack, but toned stomach. Shirt in one hand and towel in the other and steam billowing from the open door.

Both of us startled, he asks with a little cheeky grin, “looking for something?”

“Umm, yeah..... a hairbrush if you have one?”

He takes a step towards me and leans in with a smirk on his face as he reaches up to the top shelf and brings down a comb. “Sorry, I’ve only got this.”

He is holding the comb in his hand, but so close that I can smell the the aftershave and shower gel on his warm slightly damp skin.

I get that rush through me and I can feel my breathing betray me again. I just can’t seem to stop myself from taking in his smell with a deep sniff.... my breathing instantly becomes heavy with want and lust. It’s as if his mere presence is intoxicating.

Yes, this is what he meant by, ‘being able to read me.’ I can tell,...that he can tell, ... that I want him so badly right now!

And I think by the expression in his dark and brooding eyes, ... that he wants me too. Or maybe I’m just horny.

He inches forward, pressing his body into mine as he puts the comb back on the top shelf of the wardrobe. He grasps my head with his large hands and leans in to kiss me, this time with more force. I feel the rush of excitement and adrenaline score though me like a scorching flame coursing through the depths of my nether regions. I feel him getting hard as he presses his manhood into my belly. I kiss him harder as I crane my neck up to reach his mouth. And I put my hands on his torso, feeling his soft smooth freshly showered skin under my touch. I run my hands up his chest into his hair and back down again. The feel of his chest hair reminds me how much of a man he is and it excites me.

My hands continue to explore his body up through his chest hair and back down again, round to his back and up. He feels so good!

I make a little whimper as he leaves the kiss to lean low enough to caress my neck and when he nibbles on my earlobe my legs nearly buckle beneath me as they go weak under his caress. He continues to kiss my neck in delightful ways as he puts his hand down the front of my joggers.

I feel his hand move over my smooth hump, he makes a primeval groan, almost as a sound of approval, and as he goes lower I can feel his d**k harden more against my belly as it swells and tenses. His hand glides effortlessly to the crack in my v****a and I can feel my wetness spread as his fingers dip into and out of my perfectly hairless and smooth entrance.

He comes up to kiss me and I can feel the smile on his face as he kisses me hard.

Oh my gosh, he probably thinks I have had a Brazilian just for him, he probably thinks I’ve been preparing to seduce him this whole time. But really the only reason I had it done was because I had taken up swimming and I didn’t like the fuss of shaving all the time and I always worried I may have some stray pubes showing in my swimsuit.

Besides, I decided to have it done off of the recommendation of a friend who is a swim instructor. She swears by having it done. Here I go again, overthinking it, just go with it Carmel. I close my eyes and quiet my mind so that I can enjoy every touch, every breath on my skin, every kiss and caress.

He lowers his mouth to my ear lobe again, licking it with his warm tongue and kissing it with his lovely warm, soft, full lips. His head is straining to go lower. I feel his hand come up out of my joggers and with both of his hands now resting on my hips, he slides the joggers off of my hips, as his hands go further down he runs them over my backside, cupping my cheeks and giving them a little squeeze before going down on his knees and dropping the joggers down to my ankles. He then runs his hands back up both of my legs and up the front of my belly after skimming my v****a with his thumb ever so slightly.

Oh my gosh.. I wonder if he knows the extent of the ecstasy I feel right now with each little slight movement that he makes.

My hands look for something to hold onto while he slides his hands up underneath my top to cup my swollen wanting breasts and while he teases me with soft kisses on my navel. He rubs his thumbs smoothly over my hardened n*****s. As my hands find and grip hold of one of the shelves in the wardrobe.

He slides his hands back down to the sides of my hips and down the outside of my thighs. The feel of his hands caressing my thighs and legs is increasing the sensational arousal I’m feeling.

Circling his hands back round to the front of my inner thighs. I know what’s coming and I close my eyes, as he runs his hands towards the inside of my thighs I feel a sharp little wanting pang between my legs and they clench in instinct. He pushes his hands in defiance between my thighs and spreads them open while his warm wet tongue licks slowly and deliberately from bellow where my smooth crack starts, all the way up over my nub and upward to just below my belly button. He drops a little kiss there and goes down again to find my little crevice again he drops another little kiss before pushing his tongue into my lobalia. I “croannn!” in ecstasy as he pushes me backward into the shelving behind and lifts one of my legs off the ground so that he can get better access to my opening.

He French kisses my wet swollen lady lips and shoves his tongue in deeper with each pass.

He does this until I feel like my legs won’t hold me any longer. He senses my weakness and holds me up with one hand as the other comes to fondle down below. As he kisses and licks my clittoris he gently puts two fingers inside of me. In and out and when inside he sweeps the inside walls and my opening, making it even more intense with every pass. Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he says, “hold on, just a little bit longer baby, trust me you are going to be happy you did.”

He takes his wet fingers out from inside me, I let off a little moan in protest. He snigers to himself and I can feel the smile at the corners of his mouth even as he continues to lick and nudge my clittoris. He separates his two wet fingers that have been inside me already and as he licks my little nub that is sticking out between my lips, he slowly pushes them back inside of me, one slides back into my v****a while the other all wet and slippery, glides carefully into my other opening. Only the tip goes in, immediately, intense shivers and shakes of a raging organism begin to take over me. To the likes of which I have never felt before. I’ve never had that done to me before and even though I tensed up a little as the tip of his finger went in, I have never felt the rush of ecstasy from that sensation before. He continues to kiss my nub and push his index finger in and out of my p***y.

I’ve never come that hard in my life! I let out an uncontrollable cry of relief as I shudder again and again and again....

As the orgasm ripples through me in waves like a drop of water hitting the smoothest body of water in a rude disruption of release and then calm, my legs give way and he gets up just in time to pin me to the wardrobe and hold me up while I recover from my monumental eruption.