Anthony shuddered as he felt Amelia's soft and dainty hands rubbing the foamy body wash all over his back. Her naked self—which he just saw—came into his mind as he imagined a blushing Amelia servicing him with great care and affection.
Her hand movements openly expressed those lovely emotions, as they gingerly moved all over his back, showing a kind of shyness one would expect from a young girl touching his lover's body for the first time.
He felt a strange euphoria at being serviced by such a mature and innocent-looking woman. A strange sense of accomplishment overwhelmed him, and a quite moan leaked from his lips. He enjoyed it fully with his eyes closed and savored each and every touch of hers.
Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
Like a dutiful wife attending to her husband after a long day of work, she thoroughly rubbed his back with the body wash and even applied an enjoyable amount of pressure to her hands, which massaged his back evenly.
In this tranquil moment of silence, in which only the sound of their breathing could be heard along with the movement of her hands, their mind and heart connected on a deeper level, as their breathing synchronized with each other, and their hearts seemed to beat at the same time.
The time seemed to strech as they once again lost in the moment. Their prior jovial and bickering selves are gone, replaced by two people seeking each other's affection and love.
At that moment, Amelia leaned forward and pressed her body against his, her breasts getting flatten against his hard back.
"Hmm, what are you doing...?" Anthony asked in a low voice that was close to a whisper.
"Your front."
"I see."
It was enough. He didn't ask her why she was clinging to him, nor she explained why she was using her breasts. Both knew that they had already crossed some lines yesterday, and what they were doing now was nothing new.
Her soft and supple body moved up and down on his back. Her breasts, especially her nipples, poked at him constantly, as she simultaneously used her whole arms to apply the foam to his upper body.
His hairs stood on end at the unbelievable softness of her pressing breasts on his back, as well as the slight heat and skin-to-skin contact they shared as their bodies melted into each other.
This was no longer a simple washing of the body but a kind of mating ritual a wife would perform for her husband before the inevitable act of flesh that was sure to continue all night long.
Of course, that was still far off.
Soon, her hands reached downwards, and she started to wash his thighs and legs earnestly. Fortunately, or unfortunately, her hands never reached 'that' place, but Anthony was not disappointed one bit. Everything had its order.
After he was clean thoroughly, he changed his position with Amelia. Her face was red with heat and sexual need, and her nether regions were wet with arousal, which went unnoticed in the humid atmosphere.
"Let's wash you thoroughly."
Anthony whispered in her ears, a sigh escaping her pursed lips at his coaxing voice. Her body was hot and sweaty, and her mind was a mess because of the itch she was feeling in her groins.
It was difficult. Before she knew it, only his presence was all that was left in her mind. His soothing body heat, his tantalizing smell, his cheeky smile, and his tender but forceful kiss, which imprinted on her lips and mouth. They all now occupy a part of her.
She was aware. The love she had always longed for, the love she desired and wanted to share someone with, was being fulfilled with him. His existence completed her. She desired him, and she knew it was the same for him.
But she was not prepared to give her heart and body completely yet. She was still not confident in herself to shoulder the responsibilities of a new, taboo relationship. Moreover, she thought that this small yet budding relationship was not mature enough to cross all lines and consummate a more personal and physical one.
Time was needed. But she knew. It was not far when they opened their hearts to each other and started a new relationship. She was already prepared to break her old one. She just hoped that... when the time came and he came to know who she was, he accepted her.
And if he rejected her, she couldn't even imagine the possibilities.
"You are trembling."
His soft voice entered her ears, as he slowly, but thoroughly applied the foam to the underside of her boobs and then did the same to her hard nipples. The pleasant sensation of his unrestrained hands, that thoroughly cleaned every nook and cranny of her, belatedly came rushing in, and all her pent-up desires leaked at the same time, as she came for the first time in a long while.
Her closed canal opened after a long time, and a thin stream of pleasure wet her arid field. Her body quivered and shook in the afterglow of her orgasm as strength constantly left her body. She swayed lightly, and her plump body crashed into the embrace of her new young lover.
"What happened?" Anthony asked worriedly with an agitated tone as he saw her suddenly go limp.
"Hnng, nothing... Just, I feel a little lightheaded." Amelia answered while gasping for breath. She clenched her legs tightly to hide her orgasm from him, not wanting him to know of her shameful release of pent-up desires.
"If you are feeling unwell, we can stop here."
"N-No. It's alright. It just feels so good that I doze off."
"If you say so... Still, I think we quickly wash up and wrap it up."
"Okay."
After the small incident, he did not play around anymore and washed her body seriously. After rinsing off the foam with water, they spend some time inside the bathtub to relax their bodies.
Comfortably laying side by side, they kissed each other passionately, their hands gently carressing their lover's face and deepening the kiss even further. It was a sweet time they enjoyed in each other's embrace, hoping that it would last forever and ever.