I wiggled my hips a bit, letting the tiny straps of the g-string settle.I wiggled my hips a bit, letting the tiny straps of the g-string settle. I opened the door and leaned against it, one arm high over my head, grasping the doorframe. "Come here, big boy. Let's get clean before we get dirty, eh?" I smirked. "Whoa." Ben reared up from where he had been lying on the bed and whistled. "Hey lady, you better get out of here before my wife finds you. I'm not allowed to look at beautiful girls in sexy clothes, you know." I crooked a finger in his direction. "Come here you. I told the old lady to get lost for a while." As if my finger pulled a string attached to his body, Ben leaped from the bed and grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses and hurried into the bathroom. The one thing I have always loved about Ben is that he is never self-conscious about getting a hard-on. He's one of those guys whose penis almost vanishes when it's soft, so it's a nice long enjoyable process to watch it get hard. He knew I liked to watch it, and it always seemed to turn him on even more to know I liked it; a sort of happy circle of events. I could tell now by the way the wrinkles in his cock were smoothing out that just the sight of me in his sexy underwear was still enough to get him going. I laughed gaily to myself and brushed the back of my hand against his cock. He pushed it against me and lay his palms against my breasts. "Nice nice nice." He kissed my neck and rubbed his hands against my exposed nipples, his flesh warm as it rasped against my cool skin. "Get in the tub, lover. This is your lucky night. I'm going to give you a bath." I held up a big sponge. "I'll get wet for you now if you get wet for me later." He said against my neck. I shivered a little and giggled, then pushed him away. "Come on, get in." I noticed as he pulled away that his cock had lengthened even more, almost its full size, although it was not yet hard. Ben did as I asked, wincing slightly as his balls touched the hot water, but finally settling in with a sigh. It wasn't often that either one of us took the time for the luxury of a real tub bath, and it had been years since we had had a bath together. I let the water reach high against the side of the tub and then turned it off to a tiny trickle. |