A Bath

A pleasant ache filled Lois as she finally stopped digging in her pussy. Her poor girl felt half raw with ****, unused to that much stretching, and the general languor of the afterglow set in as she law on the bed.

Then she felt...sticky. The semi-sweet scent of her sweat reached her, mixed with the slightly antiseptic smell of the lube, and the raw odor of her overworked sex. Lois hated it when it got to the point of that somewhat fishy odor, remembering a terribly embarrassing incident as a teenager that had haunted her for years.

There was nothing else for it. Cleaning up the apartment could wait. Sleep could wait. Time for a bath.

She strode naked across the apartment, fetching what she would need. Towel and handcloth. Bath bomb and body wash. A scented candle, to burn on the sink. Her laptop, to play a bit of background music. It had been a long night, and Lois intended to lie back and soak for a bit.

The flare of a match and a curl of smoke that brought the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. A background sound of something retrowave, 80's style synths and electronica beats.

The first water was set to be warm, but not scalding. She gently lowered herself into the tub when it had a couple inches in it, her bare ass on the ceramic, the warm water just reaching the lips of her vagina. The bath bomb was added to the deep end, near the drain, as she turned up the heat.

As the bubbles began to foam, Lois ran the wet handcloth over her sore pussy lips, scrubbing gently at the white goo in her bush. She didn't want it to get dried and matted; as it was she'd probably have to trim it later. The water level rose steadily until, when she laid out, head against the little pillow at one end, it began to lap at her navel.

She ran the wet cloth over and under her breasts, arching her back to make sure each of her "girls" got full attention. They were just saggy enough that if sweat got under them, it could cause a rash - she wiped it away with the soapy cloth, and then closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deep of the scented smoke and letting the beats run through her mind as the hot waters rose and rose, aching muscles relaxing slowly...