CHAPTER 2
There was no doubt now that I was aching for her to touch me. Her firm hands continued their full circular grip around my legs while stroking up and down with the washcloth. Each time she came up I kept hoping she’d make contact with my now burning desire.
Mali circumvented my entire groin area to wash my upper body. She made me outstretch my arms while she did them. Now we were at eye level and I wanted more than anything to lean into her, kiss her and hold her close to my needy body. But I didn’t. Instead, I let her wash my shoulders, neck and back area.
Then, Mali at last moved the wash rag to my crotch. She held one end of it behind my ass and the other in front of my crotch. Gently and slowly, she began to wash me with a see-saw motion. It didn’t turn me on nearly as much as I thought it would. I imagined her losing the rag and using only her hands.
“Go slow,” I abruptly blurted out surprising even myself with my sudden assertiveness.
“What you mean? How you like?” she said in broken English.
“Yes, I like wash all of body.”
“This is the best part, don’t you think,” I flirtingly asked with a raise of my brows.
I don’t think she was getting what I wanted her to do, so I didn’t push it- not just yet. Instead, I let her continue washing me. She looked up at my breasts bearing down in her face.
“Here, don’t forget these, but be gentle, they are sensitive,” I said squishing them together like oversized cantaloupes.
Mali was quick to adjust and soon had a breast in each hand. She kneaded my left breast with a soapy hand and the other one with the already soapy wash cloth. I must say that the sensations were absolutely marvelous. She knew what she was doing.
I flinched when her bare hand kneaded my open nipple. And the feel of both my nipples being tweaked revealed all my arousal. My body was quick to surrender.
Mali had a look of satisfied acceptance from the desirous mannerisms I was exuding.
“Wow, you sure aren’t shy, are you?”
“Shy? What you mean shy?” she said in broken English, as she continued with her sensuous caresses.
Without words I got a hold of both her wrists and interrupted the wonderful breast massage they were giving me. I reached for the cloth from her hand and let fall. She followed my gesture and slid her hand down my belly in a slow and cautious motion while lathering my soapy belly.
“There’s a lot of hair down there, so you have to make sure to use lots of soap,” I instructed her, referring to my wild untrimmed bush. I never shave and seldom ever trim. I learned a long time ago that there is no feeling better then when I’m rubbing my clit and meshing it with the thicket of my pussy hairs. The feeling of tousling them while I’m frigging myself intensifies my orgasm every time.
“Tell me how you like, and I do same every time.” “Promise?”
“I keep good secrets,” I replied in a intensifying anticipation.
“Yes, promise. Our secret, only you and me,” Mali whisked as she lowered her hand down to my abdomen.
“Yes,” she smiled with a relieved look. “I very much want secret with you. And whenever you like, I wash you,” Mali responded. “I wash very good.” As she said this her fingers slithered through my hair down to my slit. In an
instant my thighs shivered down to my knees almost making me lose balance. The sudden contact of her hand on my already sensitive clitoris made it all the more difficult to hold back the oncoming crisis… but I managed. At least until Mali began to rub my mound up and down in such deliberate motions that I gave in. I couldn’t control it as my stomach began to spasm and my hips shook. I had to hold myself up on Mali’s shoulder to keep from losing my balance.
“Engggggggggggggggggg enggggggggggggg enggggg,” I moaned out in the urgent release.
Surprisingly, Mali continued rubbing my pussy but this time not before gathering a pile full of leftover bubbles. She carefully spread them out covering my bushy nest. Mali was again manipulating my already supple and needy body. This time though, she rubbed the bubbles into my pussy hair meshing them into me. The fact she knew how to do hat was amazing in itself; if felt a hundred times better letting someone else touch me the way I so often touched myself.
What seemed like minutes go by was really the seconds lost in pleasure. Mali stopped her assault momentarily to wet her hands and lather up more soap. She grabbed the bar of soap and looking directly at me got brave and lathered between my neglected cheeks.
“Wowwwwwwwww, this is an all out massage.”
“Yes, I do all for you,” she said with an eager look in her eyes. Perhaps, she was getting turned on by this as well. I would hope so.
Mali then surprised me with a light spray of water onto my pubic hairs. She rinsed all the soap away and cupped the water with her as it was dripping down my crotch. She surprised me with how well she knew how to do this. I could only imagine what else she could do to my body.
“I finish wash now, you will like,” she said with such calm and casualness. “Hmm,” is all I could manage in obvious approval.
She ran her hand in rapid circles on my bouncy cheeks making a soapy mess. Then she expertly began applying pressure to my pussy lips by moving her hand in firm circular motions. The feeling was so sensual that I couldn’t imagine it possibly feeling any better. At that exact moment Mali’s hand slipped between my crack and immediately went to my puckered up hole. This was quite a surprise having her so crudely attacking my body yet giving me such pleasure. I could only hold on to her shoulders again to remain balanced and enjoy it the most. I had never felt anything like this before.
At that moment she could have penetrated both holes, and I would not have cared. Actually, at that moment I found myself anticipating this. Sucking in my breath, I moved my ass back and matched the rhythm forward inviting her skilled hands. I sucked up a second breath awaiting her penetration, but she only moved her fingers over my anus and not inside-yet. This only made me want more and more.
Mali’s free hand combed my bush with her fingers. I whimpered when she found my clitoris, which was in overdrive at that point. She slowly stroked me from both ends gently applying more pressure each time. I moved my hips with her movements, but the sensations she was giving my pussy and asshole at the same time mad it difficult to concentrate.
“Mmmmmm, that’s so nice. You’re soooo good at this Mali, don’t stop,” I mumbled in my sexual trance.
When I felt Mali put her soapy finger to the entrance of my ass, I knew what she was going to do, and I think we both wanted the same thing. I positioned myself to slip back onto it. Slowly, I felt her open me up and
penetrate my ass with her long skinny finger. This was by far the most perverted thing I had ever done, which made it all the more erotic and pleasurable.
“Oh gawwwwwwd,” I gasped as I struggled to keep my balance. I was just standing in the bathtub totally transfixed on what this woman’s fingers and hands were doing to my body. My ass clenched her probing finger, as she put it in just enough to open me but not too far to where it was painful. At the same time her fingers danced on my pussy while stroking my already sensitive clitoris. The pressure was building fast, as I could feel my second orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Malee, oh oh ung,” I squealed with my eyes tightly shut. “Awwwwwwwwwwwww FUCK,” I exclaimed in intense excitement as my orgasm rocked me. I forcefully pumped myself forward into fingers while her other finger remained inside my tight asshole. I squeezed my butt together as wave after wave swept over me.
I didn’t feel her take her finger out of my ass; that’s how good I felt. While I’m coming back to reality, Malee casually picked up the shower stem and rinsed me off. She was very unromantic in that moment, but who was I to care?
I was speechless.
I stood silent still in a daze from what I had just experienced while she rinsed my body off in the warm water.
“Okay, let me get you a towel.” Mali went over to the cabinet and brought a towel and wrapped it around me. She guided me toward the door and followed me down the hall to my bedroom. As usual, this part of the house was as empty and as quite as a library.