Downstairs Bath

Rhonda ran her hands over the pearlescent surface. What a find! The downstairs toilet next to the laundry shared its room with a standalone tub; she'd found it this morning when Shannon and Chance were tying up the main bathroom "taking a shower" together. It was a masterpiece. The tub was mother of pearl (probably a coating but who cares) with a polished brass tap mounted in the middle of the side near the wall. It stood on four feet, each in the shape of a miniature naked nymph lying on her back with her legs spread and her knees holding up the basin. She ran her hands along the nubbed rim, wondering if it would be possible to slide along it and let the little bulbs stroke her pussy. Hopefully.

She'd tested the faucet this morning – it worked. She adjusted the two taps until the water temperature was perfect, then put the plug in. When there was just enough water to wet the whole bottom surface she poured in the bubble bath. A satisfying head of foam started growing and spreading from under the tap. The fragrant aroma quickly filled the room with the floral scents of spring.

Rhonda quickly shrugged off her sweats; the spider web push-up bra followed, as did the G-string. She stopped for a moment to admire her amazon body in the mirror; Wonder Woman, eat your heart out. Or maybe eat my pussy out. Better yet, watch while Steve Trevor fucks me silly. That would be perfect. She was still chuckling when she slid into the tub.

When she knelt the water was barely deep enough to touch her pussy. She let the warm waves rise and fall on her with a subtle stroking motion. Her mind drifted back to a couple of summers ago in Banff, where she'd found a fast-moving stream on a hike and dipped her cunny in. The water was bracing and exhilarating and she hadn't even noticed the two guys watching her. When she did they'd screwed in the stream until both had satisfied her. Memories.

Eventually the water got too deep and she settled down onto her ass. The bubbles and the aroma foamed up around her. She scooped a handful of bubbles onto each of her large breasts and felt the bubbles pop against her firm nipples. She wanted to start stroking herself but it was still too soon. She braced her arms on the sides of the tub and hoisted her midsection so the stream of water was falling directly on her pussy. She watched the bubbles form a foam and get swept away by the rushing water and thought to herself with a laugh, I've got a rabid cunt.

Finally Rhonda lowered herself down and relaxed, letting the water slowly creep up her body. She turned the tap off when it was just deep enough to float her tits. The bubbles were piled high enough to totally obscure her vision. This is the life, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and sighed.