Lather, lather everywhere

Mark handed the soap to her, his back still facing her. If she was going to wash his back, she was definitely facing him now. He felt her hands on his back, the bar of soap, and the gradual build up of lather.

"How much do you need washed?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean like, just your back? Your arms? Your, um, butt?" She giggled a little at that idea.

Mark didn't know what kind of dream this was, but he wasn't going to stop. "My back. And my arms. And ... my butt. Would you please wash all of that?"

"Yup, sure thing!"

Abbie ran her hands all over his body, soaping up every bit she could see. Mark's cock was hardening at her touch. He was still absent-mindedly soaping his front, and when he got to his genitals, his attention became more specific.

"That feels really good, Abbie."

"Thanks! I don't know why we don't do this more often. It seems so helpful!" She paused. "Oh no."

"What happened?"

"Well ... your soap got mixed up in my skin conditioner, and I -- I think I have to re-apply. Can we trade places again so I can put a new layer on myself?"

"Would you like me to repay the favor? You washed me, I could apply the lotion." Mark was sure she would decline.

"Oh, that sounds great. Thanks for that suggestion, Mark!"

For the first time, he turned around to face her. She stood tall, chest out, and handed him the bottle. "Really it's just my front, that's the part that got your soap on it."

"But you could totally do that yourself?"

"I could. But you were so nice to offer, I figured it was nice of me to say yes."

Mark took the bottle and squeezed some into his hand. "What exactly do you need?"

"It's for my upper body. So it's my shoulders, my chest, my boobs, and my stomach."

Mark couldn't believe what was happening. But he took the lotion and began to rub Abbie's shoulders. He stayed there for a while, and she was starting to get very relaxed from the massage.

"That feels great, Mark. And I think you're going to need another bit of lotion for the next part."

"Which part is that?"

"My breasts," she said, matter-of-factly.

"You want me to rub your breasts?"

"Well yes, Mark. You offered to return the favor. I guess if you're not into it anymore, you don't have to."

"No, no Abbie. I'm happy to return the favor."

"Good."

Mark took more lotion, and brought his hands to her breasts. He massaged and rubbed her firm breasts, making sure to get every bit -- the sides, the underneath part, the nipples, the cleavage in between.

"Wow, Mark. I never really give myself that much attention, but you're very thorough. Thank you for this."

"Do you want me to do your stomach too?"

"Oh, yes! That would be great."

Mark looked at her, and realized it would be a slightly awkward reach from the front. "How about I stand behind you, and wrap my arms around?"

"Okay, that should work." They shifted positions. Mark got more lotion, and reached his arms around Abbie's body to apply the lotion to her stomach. He was rather close to her now, and his cock was extremely hard, and nearly pressing into her legs. He tried to keep his hips back to avoid contact.

"Are you okay, Mark? You seem off balance." She looked over her shoulder.

Mark was afraid he might slip and fall, so he decided to just commit and stand up straight behind her. When he did, his cock pressed into the back of her right leg.

"Um, Mark ..." Abbie stammered.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to make you feel awkward or anything, but ... what is that I feel on my leg?"

Mark took a breath. "That's my penis, Abbie."

"It feels ... big. And maybe hard."

Mark laughed. "It's both of those things. I'm naked in a shower with you for the first time ever, we're rubbing each other. I don't know that I could control it." He paused. "Do you like it?"

"I do, Mark. It feels ... really nice against my skin."

"Would you like to touch it?"