Jeon:
All stories nowadays are just sex and material things.

ThrillPlus:
Nice update.

Ultimas:


If this young woman was a maid than I really need to rethink where I live!

Without even thinking I followed her lead down the hallway. At the end of the hall was another room which was obviously the bathhouse. Instead of a wood floor, like the rest of the house, it had a polished concrete floor. On the far side of the room was a short stool sitting directly over a floor drain, and to the right was a large pool of steaming hot water. Upon entering the room Favor gestured to my left and said, “UnCloth here,” before continuing across the room into a smaller room. On the wall were several hooks for me to hang my clothes and a robe to the far right. While Favor was out of sight I quickly undressed and hung my clothes before wrapping the robe around me. As I tied the robe shut Favor came back into view carrying a metal bucket. But more notably was that the red long gown was now gone. It had been replaced by a large white towel which Favor had tucked together under he left arm. And to think, I thought I had a stiffy before! Now I had a full on, full length raging hard on!! Favor walked over to the stool and set the bucket down. Upon standing she gestured for me to come over and have a seat.

I am fully aware of the differences in cultures, and of the small nuances of everyday life, but I must admit to be taken back a little. I had not exactly planned on disrobing in front of someone else, much less a woman while I was sporting a huge erection. As I stepped across the floor she spoke again, “First we wash, then we bathe.” “WE”? What did she mean we? As I stopped next to the stool my question was answered. Favor immediately pulled her towel off and draped it over a small clothes rod attached to the wall just in front of the stool. When she turned back around to face me in all of her beautiful unclothedness a smile and a little laugh escaped from her lips. (my mouth was hanging open and my erection was sticking out through the two flaps of the robe)

“It’s ok,” she said softly as she reached out and began to untie my robe.

I just stood there like a deer in headlights as she pulled my robe off and hung it over the same clothes rod, my full 8 inch erection standing up proudly.

“Sit.” she said while gesturing to the stool and reaching for the bucket.

“I’m sorry,” I said to her while taking the seat. “I am not used to this.”

“It’s ok,” she replied while pulling a soapy sponge out of the bucket and began lathering my shoulders, “I’m not either.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her small breasts looked solid and firm with small dark nickel sized areolas and hard eraser nipples at their centers. Her skin was a smooth caramel color enveloping her gentle curves and toned legs. Her arms were toned and graceful with long delicate fingers and manicured nails. And her patch was a neatly trimmed forest of that same coal black hair on her head. She was, in my opinion, the most exquisite vision of female beauty I had ever seen. I could only sit and watch as she moved gracefully around me, washing every last inch from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. On occasion our eyes would meet and she would smile at me, especially when she began the drawn out process of washing my dick. Favor knelt in front of me and positioned herself between my legs. Holding my erection gently in her left hand she slowly lathered up my dick from top to bottom with the soapy sponge. When it was no longer visible, due to the suds, she placed the sponge back into the bucket and used both hands to stroke me from bottom to top. The feeling was indescribable! Her soft hands sliding up and down my shaft, which was more than adequately lubed with the soap, almost made me shoot my load all over the place. And she was very sure not to miss a spot. Stroking from top to bottom with a slow but firm stroke, she was quickly bringing me to the point of no return. When I started to tense up she stopped. Removing her hands from my engorged member.

Looking at me with a strange expression on her face Favor then said, “Now we rinse.”

Favor stood, raising the bucket over my head. As she stepped up to my side I could very distinctly smell her scent just before the remaining water was poured over me, washing all the suds onto the floor and toward the drain. It was a little cool, but it felt good. As I wiped the water from my eyes Favor stepped back into the small room and almost instantly returned with another buck of water. I watched her raise the bucket again and closed my eyes. The water was warmer this time, but without the sweet smell of the soap. As it cascaded over my body I felt really clean.

“Now we bathe,” she said and gestured toward the pool of steaming water.

saucygal193:
Interesting.

saucygal193:
Nice work.