She laughed, at the play of words, the way he turned it into something dirty. Being just the two of them was a good thing. [color=#2ecc40] "You know, I thought you were going to say something about how tight a fit it was, after all, it leaves little room to maneuver properly, but that does make one think about how fun that could be another time. Chest to chest, barely enough room for you to pull out of me completely before your ass hits the wall, then again it would give you more than enough places to brace against to really fuck into me as hard as you could.. it's been a while since you've left me unable to close my legs for an hour just after we've finished."[/color]
And there was the offer to keep the tub warm for hours. It was a dream, after all, to be able to lounge in the bath for as many hours as she wanted, fingers and toes all wrinkled and pruned with how long she would waste just laying there. Water was clean, always had been, it was always nice to be able to curl up in it's warmth, the feeling it would give her of being... loved. Here she was, loved by many in one way, her bed rarely if ever was empty, but it was the embrace of warm water that made her feel at ease, less alone. Not that she'd admit to anyone that she felt lonely there in the Back Water -- after all, she had a good life. She had a place to sleep, and three meals, and she even got to keep half her earnings, and the old man never really had beaten or partaken of her, so all tings considered, she had it good. [color=#2ecc40]"They probably did, they weren't you after all,[/color]" she finally purred to him as she took the bottle and sniffed it, before pouring a bit into the water, leaning down and swishing the water around so that it and the sweet almond oils took to the water properly.
After all, they were going to go to the big bed tonight clean and well moisturized. If there was one thing she could do, it would be to rub the saddle soreness out of his body. With Ruth there was no rush, no need to hide that she missed touching and being touched without the immediate copulation, that there should and could be simple pleasure in the feel of slicked flesh against flesh. [color=#2ecc40]"Probably about the same amount of time you think "This cunt is good, but it doesn't feel as familiar, warm, and sweet as Willie." Why, that has to be about the right amount, right?"[/color] She knew it was a tease, and thus teased back. Theirs wasn't meant to be a forever, but always a right then.
She moved to help with his clothing, eyes following her hands as she went to place her hands on his skin as soon as it became bare, still slightly slicked, and warm from where they had dunked into the water, the slight tremor of anticipation of feeling his skin against hers telegraphing through her fingers. It might have been mistaken as virgin shyness in anyone else, if anyone else was her, but she wasn't shy, and she was far from virginal -- no, she anticipated the moment she'd be able to touch him far too much -- a longing that wasn't because she was getting paid, but one that was near reverence that he was the closest she had to actual sex.
There was fucking, which is what she did every night -- money to be made on her back, legs spread revealing a nest of curls and a slick slit ready to be filled, by one at a time, if she felt she could trust a couple, perhaps two at once, but certainly by several each night, but when Ruth was there, it was sex. She didn't charge him, they both enjoyed the act too much for money to sully what they had -- a mutual understanding and need to be fully consumed by the other when the opportunity allowed.
And so when her fingers finally found skin, and the door was closed, she leaned into him, to where her lips were barely flush to his, a ghost of a touch -- eyes on his, before flicking down, lids sliding closed as she whispered,[color=#2ecc40] "But then again, you keep coming back for me, so maybe we're both helplessly addicted to this."[/color]
On the trail of the S, she closed that air thin gap left between their lips, the kiss chaste almost, before she moved back from him, backing up to the tub, and stepping up the small stair up into the water, her tongue sliding between parted lips to chaste the taste of his lips on hers as she knelt down into the water. [color=#2ecc40]"Coming?"[/color]
And there was the offer to keep the tub warm for hours. It was a dream, after all, to be able to lounge in the bath for as many hours as she wanted, fingers and toes all wrinkled and pruned with how long she would waste just laying there. Water was clean, always had been, it was always nice to be able to curl up in it's warmth, the feeling it would give her of being... loved. Here she was, loved by many in one way, her bed rarely if ever was empty, but it was the embrace of warm water that made her feel at ease, less alone. Not that she'd admit to anyone that she felt lonely there in the Back Water -- after all, she had a good life. She had a place to sleep, and three meals, and she even got to keep half her earnings, and the old man never really had beaten or partaken of her, so all tings considered, she had it good. [color=#2ecc40]"They probably did, they weren't you after all,[/color]" she finally purred to him as she took the bottle and sniffed it, before pouring a bit into the water, leaning down and swishing the water around so that it and the sweet almond oils took to the water properly.
After all, they were going to go to the big bed tonight clean and well moisturized. If there was one thing she could do, it would be to rub the saddle soreness out of his body. With Ruth there was no rush, no need to hide that she missed touching and being touched without the immediate copulation, that there should and could be simple pleasure in the feel of slicked flesh against flesh. [color=#2ecc40]"Probably about the same amount of time you think "This cunt is good, but it doesn't feel as familiar, warm, and sweet as Willie." Why, that has to be about the right amount, right?"[/color] She knew it was a tease, and thus teased back. Theirs wasn't meant to be a forever, but always a right then.
She moved to help with his clothing, eyes following her hands as she went to place her hands on his skin as soon as it became bare, still slightly slicked, and warm from where they had dunked into the water, the slight tremor of anticipation of feeling his skin against hers telegraphing through her fingers. It might have been mistaken as virgin shyness in anyone else, if anyone else was her, but she wasn't shy, and she was far from virginal -- no, she anticipated the moment she'd be able to touch him far too much -- a longing that wasn't because she was getting paid, but one that was near reverence that he was the closest she had to actual sex.
There was fucking, which is what she did every night -- money to be made on her back, legs spread revealing a nest of curls and a slick slit ready to be filled, by one at a time, if she felt she could trust a couple, perhaps two at once, but certainly by several each night, but when Ruth was there, it was sex. She didn't charge him, they both enjoyed the act too much for money to sully what they had -- a mutual understanding and need to be fully consumed by the other when the opportunity allowed.
And so when her fingers finally found skin, and the door was closed, she leaned into him, to where her lips were barely flush to his, a ghost of a touch -- eyes on his, before flicking down, lids sliding closed as she whispered,[color=#2ecc40] "But then again, you keep coming back for me, so maybe we're both helplessly addicted to this."[/color]
On the trail of the S, she closed that air thin gap left between their lips, the kiss chaste almost, before she moved back from him, backing up to the tub, and stepping up the small stair up into the water, her tongue sliding between parted lips to chaste the taste of his lips on hers as she knelt down into the water. [color=#2ecc40]"Coming?"[/color]
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