We take a bath (First-person).

Obviously smelling something, Ralph gets up. He smells again the air in the room, but finds nothing. He smells his body and finds the source. This makes me smell myself, and I find that I'm producing a reaking smell.

Knowing that we need some cleaning, I stare into each other eyes, and we decide in our minds to take a bath. He pulls me up from the unmade bed and takes my hand and leads me downstairs to the bathroom. He obviously knows where it is since I didn't see him when I woke up. I assume he was poking around some things and exploring the rest of the house.

We finally descend down all the steps and enter the bathroom, right next to the door of my walk-in closet. I have only been here once before, and the scene of the room seems untouched.

Letting go of my hand, Ralph moves behind me. He turns me around to the large mirror above the sink. I see his height is at least a half foot taller than my stature. Ralph then puts his hands on both my smooth shoulders and again feels the softness of my skin. He runs them back up to the straps of my pink camisole and seductively pulls them down. Now feeling intensely relaxed and feeling the pinpoint tingling sensation from my shoulders, I lean my head back and my long brown hair meets the muscled chest of Ralph. In response, he takes his hands underneath my slender, yet toned arms and feels the natural curves of my chest and body. He takes one hand and places it under the hem of my camisole. He pushes it underneath it and with his thumb and index finger, he lifts the hem up, almost uncovering my breasts. He takes his other hand and places a gentle grip one of my firm breasts.

Now listening to the phrase 'Relax' over and over again in my mind, I wait patiently for the next moves of Ralph. But Ralph doesn't change his position nor his actions. He keeps squeezing one of my breasts little by little at a time, deciding not to hurt your fine assets, but just enough for me to feel the subtle sensations. He also keeps his hand under my camisole but only to rub my toned belly.

I think in my head for a second that he is not making the next moves. I then decide to make the next move, because I somewhat want his actions to change and somewhat I want variety. So I take both my hands and both my arms and reach back to find the hips of Ralph. After a brief moment of useless reaching, I find the hips of Ralph, and place my small, delicate hands on his waist. I also find that my hands are touching the hem of his black boxers. Out of sheer instinct, I unknowingly insert one hand under the hem and reach under to find an unusual warmness. I think in my mind, that if I didn't relax at all, I would flinch and pull my hand out as soon as possible. But I don't. Instead, once my senses feels the warmth, my hand freezes but my lower body leans back to directly touch the lower body of Ralph.

Ralph now notices my motions and quickly, with his reflexes and strength, turns me around. Not used to the swiftness, I quickly take out my hand from under Ralph's underwear. Thinking that I might lose my balance and fall to the floor, I reach out my free hands and suddenly find my upper body leaning against the chest of Ralph, my hands atop his shoulders. His sheer size has broken your fall. I look up to find a large grin on his face. He giggles at my position and I laugh with him.

"Now you feeling naughty, girl?" he remarks. "I think you deserve something else right now."

Confused, I embarrassingly bite my lip. He takes his larger hands and places them on my shoulders. Gently, he pushes me down to a squatting position. He pushes me down to the point at which my face is directly facing the front of his crotch. I dimly see in the black garment a rather large bulge popping out through the fabric. Confused, I look up at the face of Ralph. He has a assuring face and he tells me that it's okay.

"Go ahead, Heather," he assures me, "It's okay. Try it, girl."