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He watched as she bent over,
leaning into the tub to clean it, her pert round ass wiggling furiously in tight jeans.
“I’m dirty, too.”
“What?” She unfolded her body and turned around.
“I’m dirty, too. Will you wash me?”
He smiled at her exasperated look. It was one of his favorites; the tilt of her head as she put a hand on her hip and the slight drop of her jaw that parted her lips just so. “Do you know that you are beautiful when you look at me like that?”
“Like what? Like I want to cram this sponge into your hand so you can finish cleaning the tub yourself?”
His laugh was like drinking an elixir that soothed her nerves and washed away all frustration.
“Hey, I’m just trying to get clean. Will you wash me?”
“No.. I won’t wash you, I’m busy!”
“You don’t look busy.”
She sent the sponge arcing through the air, water pinwheeling in every direction to hit him in the chest with a wet splat.
“Look at what you’ve done,” he teased. “Not only will you have to wash me, but now you’ll have to wash the floor, too!”
“Like hell I will!” She pushed into him, heading towards the bathroom door.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He gathered her body into his, pinning her arms to her sides and crushed his mouth against the grimace she determinately wore. Her resolve quickly softened … dissolving like the soap bubbles left forgotten in the tub.
T-shirts, jeans, sneakers and socks were on the floor in an instant. Any heat of an argument washed away with the cool air on their exposed skin. A bold erection the only thing between them.
He walked her backwards until the porcelain of the tub pushed against her calves. She sat on the flat edge with a thump, eyes lined up with his glistening cock. Reaching forward and wrapping her hands around the thick base, she guided the head into her mouth. He immediately pulled away.
“No… I told you that I wanted to get clean, not get a blowjob.”
“Well, what do you want me to do then?” Frustration punctured every syllable.
He went to the linen closet, pulled a fresh washcloth out and ran it under warm water. “You can start with this,” he said, handing it to her.
Drawing it over his body from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, she washed his back until the cloth lost its heat, then returned it to the sink to run it under the warm water. She squeezed the excess out and ran it over his chest. He moaned and closed his eyes.
She continued to wash him like this … rhythmically, like a ballerina pirouetting across the stage to the beat of music played only for her.
It was an animal lust that she was moving to. An innate pulse keeping time with her actions. The washcloth was her caress. The water, her desire. She cleansed him with devotion and he responded with hunger.
His cock strained for her hips. Her cunt throbbed to be filled.
The chorus of their symphony clashed in their ears and they joined on the cold, wet tile of the floor.
Pumping, pounding beats filling the void… their appetite, a bottomless pit.
Their crescendo crashed into them like the ocean against the hull of a ship, beating maddeningly with the fury of a tidal wave.
They fell silent, a mound of flesh wrapped in the other, too exhausted to move until the drenched floor cooled their scorching bodies into a shiver.
He stood first and pulled her up gently by the hand, an arm wrapped around her waist, then turned on the tub faucet to rinse the residue of the remaining cleanser.
When it was clean, he closed the drain and scattered bath salts into it. The tub filled and the water steamed its lavender scented invitation. Stepping in, he guided her to join him, nestling her between his thighs as they sank into the welcoming warmth.
“Thanks for cleaning the tub, honey. The fruits of your labor never felt so good!”
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In The Bathtub
2 ounces Vodka
1 ounce Triple Sec
6 ounces Cran-Raspberry Juice
1/2 ounce Lime Juice
Splash of Sprite
Add vodka, triple sec and lime juice to a tall glass** with ice. Fill with cran-raspberry juice. Top with a splash of Sprite. Stir gently. Garnish with a lime wedge.
Enjoy!
** if you are taking this to the bath with you… make sure you use PLASTIC!!! 
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