Cleaning up

I got off the bed (almost falling as the height was a bit higher than I was used to), then offered my hand to help her up. I looked around, not seeing a bathroom, but then a door 'faded in' on one wall, with an effect like that they used on holodecks on Star Trek. Again, she didn't notice, though I think she was looking right at it. I pulled her over to the door and opened it. The bathroom was decorated in the same style as the bedroom, with a similarly spectacular view of a French street in the large window (I doubt they were actually this large in real French architecture, or anyone would be able to see everything from across the way). In a matching style, though, was a decidedly non-French bathtub/whirlpool built for two. As Lisa was staring around at the décor; I started the bath tub filling. She stopped to look in the large mirror that took up most of one wall, and saw that there was still some cum on her cheek. She swiped it off with a finger, then sucked it off (pulling off sensual a bit better this time; she was a fast learner). We kissed a bit more (I was a bit nervous since she had been eating my cum, but there was no bad taste), while it finished filling.

We settled into the warm water gratefully. We had just fucked twice in quick succession, and while neither of us were actively tired, per se (thanks to my changes), we were both ready to relax. Lisa leaned against me while I turned on the jets for the whirlpool. "You know, when I said I like older men. I really mean it. This was so much better than I ever thought my first time would be. I heard there was pain and blood and I would hate cum, but none of that was true. Thank you for making it so good." I was really rather touched, and said so. Then we just cuddled and let the water flow around us, falling asleep for a while in the warm, comfortable water, satiated. I awoke some time later because the water was beginning to cool down; Lisa was still sleeping on my chest. I tried to turn on the hot water without disturbing her, but the movement woke her up.

"I was dreaming about this, but now I know it's real again. How cool," she opined, leaning up to kiss me again. I wasn't sure whether 'real' was the right word for what was going on, but 'cool' most definitely was definitely was. We just luxuriated in the water for a few minutes as it warmed up again, then we grabbed soap and washcloths to wash away the sweat and other detritus of two hard fucks. We washed each other fairly seriously for a few minutes, but it was inevitable that it would turn into foreplay. As I washed her tits, I could see she was getting aroused, and my dick had never really gone down. She was well ware of that, as she was making extra sure that I had the cleanest dick in town.

Then I suggested that she get up on the edge of the tub (it was inset into the floor), and she did so, spreading her legs open expectantly, inviting me to work on her pussy. Since we were still pretending to be washing each other, I went to work on her with the washcloth. I soaped up her crotch area well, never quite touching her opening, then washed the inside of each thigh, stroking back and forth several times. Then I did the same to her flat, hard belly, working downward almost to her slit. Finally, I did as much of her ass as was available. She arched forward and stood up a little, so that I could get under her. As an unexpected bonus, I used the soap to get my finger in her asshole, lightly probing. She gasped as my finger entered, and shoved her hips forward to drive my finger in deeper. It was obvious that she was sensitive here, and I added buttfucking her to my list of things to definitely try to do with her, something I had never even suggested doing with my wife.

For now, though, my goal was to give her pussy a thrill, so I left her ass and moved my washcloth closer and closer to her cunt, tracing circles over her stomach and thigh with ever tightening radius. I returned briefly to her inner thighs, and she groaned in disappointment. I went up to her stomach belly again, then ever so slowly moved down till I just touched the top of her slit. With her legs spread wide already, now she lifted her feet out of the water and put them on the ledge, spreading her legs even further, opening her cunt to me. I could see her clit already poking out in anticipation. I brought the washcloth still closer, washing the edges of her gaping cunt I had thus far avoided, still missing her clit. I brought it down to the bottom, then placed the rough cloth up against her entire pussy, drawing it slowly and lightly across her eager folds, still avoiding the clit. She squirmed and moaned softly, trying to get me to contact her clit, and at I finally let it happen, running the washcloth softly across it. I was afraid a rough washcloth, even a soapy one, might irritate the clit, so I just did it gently, but that was all she needed, after all the build-up. She shivered again, and moaned long and low, then shuddered, falling backwards a little as she had trouble staying upright; by now I had seen her orgasm twice and knew that I had just pulled off a third time.

I used the spray nozzle, set to pulse, to rinse her cunt out, causing more little yelps of passion. Then, since I was well sure it was clean by this point, I decided to dig in. With all that, I figured I didn't need any preliminaries, so I made a point of my tongue and put it right up her fuckhole. She drew in a huge breath, that exhaled hard. "Yes!", she cried as she put her hands on each of my ears to make sure I couldn't escape. I wasn't trying to, though, and she squirmed and mewled with pleasure, sliding down lower on her back as she began twitching with pleasure. After a minute or so, she was laid out of the floor for the most part, her hands still on my head as she pushed backwards over the rim of the tub, trying to **** her cunt into my tongue even harder, nearly helpless with lust. Eventually, she could no longer hold up her arms, and she just sat there, splayed out on the floor, whimpering as I licked her.

I turned my attention to her clit, catching it between my lips and sucking it it into my mouth gently, then flicked it again and again with the tip of my tongue. That did it for her and she came again hard, stiffening and with renewed strength grabbing my head, pulling me into her so tightly that I momentarily had trouble drawing breath. She held me like that for what seemed like minutes as tremor after tremor ran through her body. From her reaction I thought this might be the hardest orgasm yet. I held my mouth tight to her clit, sucking and driving her ever wilder until eventually, she had to come down. She did so figuratively and literally, her entire body going slack. She was breathing shallowly and had actually passed out for a second.

When she came back, she gingerly slid back down into the tub with my help, leaning her head on my shoulder as she recovered, kissing me on the cheek.

"I didn't know it could be like that," she said, breathily. She might not be tired, but she was certainly pleasantly worked out. The line was more ambiguous than I might have thought.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil