Hot Bath Time

“It will be fun he said”, you mutter in your mind as you walk home with Bruce after a long day of hiking in the forest. It was early afternoon and you were already tired from what you were put through this morning. While the day had its highlights such as kissing behind a tree, even up in a tree, and playfully rolling on the ground after Bruce pushed you. It was also relentless. When you heard you’d be going on a date, naturally, you chose your best outfit with your favorite heels. Now, you’re tired with mud on your clothes and feet as you carry your high heels in your hand that you swear are getting heavier. “Ugh… I’m so tired I just want to sleep”, you groan. “Do you want me to carry you, right here, in front of my neighbors? We’re almost home, and besides you should be the one carrying me after I won that game earlier”, Bruce replies. “Well you’re going to have to massage my feet when we get home!”, you say with a pout. “Oh no snookums, I love you and whatnots but I’m not touching those things after today”, Bruce laughs out. You were surprised that nothing ‘naughty’ happened in the park today so shyly you say, “I hope you know I even wore my good panties today”. With Bruce’s silence you realize that you’re at the front door.

“Tell me again how your parents aren’t home on the weekends?”, you quickly say to cover up your previous words. “Do you really want me to take you through that long story again?”, Bruce retorts. You feel his strong hands around yours as he pulls you while he walks you to his room. “I guess since we have the place to ourselves we should get you cleaned up”, Bruce smirks as he looks at you. You bite your lip as you know very well what it means when he looks at you with his deep eyes and smiles like that. Your eyes widen as you enter his room. “A walk in closet! Even I don’t have one of those”, you think to yourself. Bruce walks into his closet and hands you a bathrobe. “Here you go, get rid of those muddy clothes of yours dirty girl”, Bruce commands. “You’re not going to help me change?”, you say as you try pouting again. “My mom told me that I shouldn’t watch girls changing”, Bruce laughs. He shuts his closet doors as you roll your eyes at him from the other side hoping he’d notice. You undress and leave your poor lacy panties lying on the ground. “Not today”, you think. The soft cotton of Bruce’s bathrobe rests on your tired skin and you sigh as you relax on his bed. Soon after, Bruce steps out wearing another bathrobe, “Time to get you cleaned up”, he says as he suddenly grips you up and throws you over his shoulder. “So now you carry me huh probably not gonna watch me bath too?”, you protest. “Well my mom never mentioned anything about that”, Bruce says slyly.

As you’re carried into his bathroom, you notice how its bigger than yours with glossy beige tiles, a bathtub like a big ceramic bowl in the center, and a glass shower to the corner. Bruce stops and sits you down onto his counter. You watch as he looks down at you and gazes into your eyes as he rests his hands on your lap. “So this is where you take all your pictu—”, and before you can finish your sentence you feel him kiss your lips shut. You close your eyes and feel his hands trace through your bathrobe and run behind your back as he pulls you against him on the edge of the counter. As he breaks away from your lips you see his hard chest peeking out under his bathrobe as he leans over you. His hands quickly fumble to undo the belt of your bathrobe; “why did you make me wear this again?”, you ask. “Shut up”, he groans, “I was teasing alright!”. You undo his belt and lay your hands on his shoulders. You notice the large mirror just behind Bruce and see yourself as you peel his bathrobe off. You feel Bruce’s strong hands against your sides rubbing against your skin as you watch his bathrobe fall off in your hand revealing his strong back and ass. “Lets get you cleaned up”, Bruce says with a smirk.