The Bath

I was standing at the sink, thoughtlessly scrubbing at a pot when a voice broke into my reverie. What I was daydreaming about seemed so much less interesting than the voice. I looked out to see him standing there with his brothers. They were out in the back yard, chopping and grinding up the tree that had been knocked over during the last tornado. The three of them were shirtless and sweaty. He called my name again, waving at me to come out of the kitchen.

I dried my hands and walked out onto the deck. "Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts," I said leaning against the railing of the deck.

"What a great place to be lost," he smiled.

"What can I do for you burly men?" I asked smiling at their sweaty, glistening faces. Each of them pink from exertion and a little too much sun.

"Suse, baby, could you bring us some drinks?" Taylor asked smiling at me.

"Okay, what do you want?" I asked. "Coke? Beer? Water?"

"Beer," the consensus came back.

Soon, I walked back out onto the deck clutching three frosty open bottles of beer. I carefully picked my way down the stairs since the falling trees had broken a few. Three eager sets of hands reached up to help me jump over the last most treacherous section. "Here you go."

"Thanks," Isaac muttered tipping it back.

"Has a beer ever tasted so good?" Zac asked practically finishing his in one long draught. "I think not."

"You're my hero." Taylor said leaning down and hugging me. He was pretty rank, hard work and all. But I still loved the way he looked, tousled, grungy, ready for some naughty fun. He needed a shave desperately and really to call the knob at the back of his neck a ponytail would require a lot more of his hair being tucked into the elastic. And there was this smudge of oil across his forehead that had bits of sawdust and leaves stuck in it. Taylor looked down at me and noticed the intensity with which I was watching him. "What?"

"Careful, you're gonna be stinky if you hug him." Zac said watching us with his eyebrows raised.

"Hmm..." I sighed. "I don't mind that smell coming from him."

"Ugh, then you're the only one." Isaac said snagging the chainsaw off the ground. "Dude, let's get back to work. I really need to get out of here fairly soon."

"Why?" I asked surprised. I had a whole meal started for them when their work was done.

"I have a date." Isaac said blushing a truly astounding red.

"Ah yes, the beautiful Gwendolyn..." Zac said fanning himself.

"Oh, okay." I said trying not to pout. I kissed Taylor one last time and headed back into the house. I was sad they weren't going to be staying. I loved when it was just the three of them. They spoke in a sort of short hand that just excited me and made me feel like I was in on the secret, even if I didn't get more than half of what they were talking about. I stood in the kitchen looking at all the food I had started to prepare for the fancy dinner I was going to make for the boys. I sighed as I started to put stuff away. When an idea began to steal over me...

Taylor and I could have a very nice date tonight. Just the two of us with all of this good food. I threw myself into the preparation. The cooking classes were finally paying off. The lasagna looked pretty as a picture, the salad had a picture from a magazine look to it and the table was set with all the plates and utensils, candles, roses cut from the bush next to the front door. The dining room table looked like a romantic dream.

Every once in a while, I would lean out the door and check to see their progress to make sure my progress matched theirs. A few times, one of the guys would come up onto the deck, but luckily they would just call to me through the screen door. Each of them got grungier and grungier by the minute. When they started the rented wood-chipper up, I knew that they were almost done. I had everything moving along smoothly, so I ran upstairs to quickly change.

As I pulled my shirt off over my head, I caught a whiff of Taylor. I put the shirt up to my nose and breathed deeply the unfiltered smell of boy. I loved when he smelled like this, like he'd just stepped offstage and into my arms. As I stood there an idea formed fully in my head. The whole meal was going to be a surprise, but really, there were things that needed handling before we could eat. So, I had to make sure that my timing was perfect. I quickly pulled my shirt back on to check on their progress. "Hey guys! Can I get you something else to drink?"

"Naw," Zac yelled loudly as he was spreading the newly ground up wood chips on the ground under the deck.

"Yeah, I think we're almost done." Isaac yelled over the sound of the wood chipper.

"Sweet," I said smiling. "Thanks so much for all of your help."

"Yeah, I was worried about getting this all done when Dad said he couldn't help." Taylor yelled just as Isaac turned off the chipper. "It was really good of you guys to help."

"Hey, no problem," Zac said shaking his head to get the bits of leaf and wood out of his hair. "You know, this obligates you to help me when something happens to my house."

"First, you need to get a house." Isaac said laughing. He looked at his watch and rubbed his forehead. "I really have to get rocking... Let's hurry and put this stuff away so I can take Zac home and take a shower before picking up Gwen."

"Okay, thanks again..." I said before retreating back into the house. Taylor had worked hard; he deserved a proper reward. I hurried up to our room and yanked my clothes off. I wanted to wear something he'd like, something special, something very sexy. I pulled on a shirt that was appropriately skimpy. As I filled the bathtub with hot water, sprinkling a little patchouli oil in to give the room an earthy smell, I pulled my hair out of its messy ponytail. I knew that he loved my curly red hair and he liked it down. I arranged the curls into a sort of style as I listened for the sound of their voices; they were now around on the side of the house. I stopped in front of the mirror in the hall and checked myself out. I looked pretty good in my baby doll shirt and barely there denim skirt. I turned and checked how I looked from the back and was inspired.

I tripped quickly down the stairs. All the preparations were done. The table looked perfect, the lasagna was bubbling away and had about three minutes until it was done. I heard the front door open as I was uncorking a bottle of red wine. "Babe?" I heard him call.

"In the kitchen," I called back my voice skipping over the words.

"Man, it smells g..." Taylor stopped when he caught sight of me.

"Hey, sexy." I said leaning against the counter holding the glass of wine.

"Wow," he said leaning against the doorjamb. He looked amazing standing there his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He was tanned and toned and wholly beautiful. “Everything looks very good.”

“Good,” I said sauntering over to him. I held the glass of wine out to him. His eyes traveled down the length of my body. And I could tell he liked what he saw. I turned and walked back over to the stove. “I drew a bath for you…”

“Yeah?” He asked following me. “A bath?”

“Yeah, I thought I could come up and scrub your back while the lasagna sets up.” I said picking up the timer. It was going to ring any second.

“Scrub my back?” He asked his hand on my back. His hand slowly moved down and to the strip of bare skin around my waist. He pulled me back against his chest. Slowly, his hand moved up until it cupped my breast.

“Yes, you are pretty… dirty.” I said allowing myself to lean against him. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my neck. Really, it wasn’t so much a kiss as a gentle exhalation against my neck through his parted lips. “Oh Taylor…”

“You smell so good,” he breathed into my ear as he kissed along the ridge of my ear. I turned my head slightly to meet his lips. As he came closer, he breathed my name gently. The barest sigh of my name, it was crazy, but just hearing him utter my name made my nipples peak more than the gentle touch of his fingers along the rim of exposed flesh between my shirt and skirt. “Susie…”

The timer rang shrilly, pulling me out of the moment. I stepped away reluctantly and switched the heat off on the stove. “I hope this is good.” I said fishing in the drawer next to the stove looking for a hot pad. When I finally found it. I pulled the stove open and leaned way over to pull out the lasagna. Behind me I heard Taylor exhale sharply. He must have noticed that I forgot to put on any underwear. “It looks good enough to eat, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, good enough to eat.” He whispered. I felt the heat emanating from his hand before it touched me. His long thick fingers moved softly up the backs of my thighs. "You look good enough to eat." He said his hand tracing upwards. His whisper light touches raised goosebumps over my body. Taylor made a strangely satisfied grunt when my body responded to the gentlest of touches.

I gently grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand back to where I wanted it. After a cursory exploration, he slid one finger, then a second between my moist folds, we both groaned. As he slowly slid his fingers up and down, I ground down against his palm, leaning heavily against the counter. I felt light headed as I clutched and released at his invading fingers. I could feel the buzz and fuzz of my clit pulsating. I couldn’t believe that with just a touch he could make my body react so strongly.

He slowly slid one finger inside as far as he could. The sensation was almost more than I could take; I threw my head back moaning. Suddenly, he was gone. I grabbed his hand, firmly guiding it back. This time he pushed two fingers into me. I whimpered softly my head dropping onto the counter, chest heaving. I was grinding down trying to push more of him inside me. He continued his movements, his thumb smoothing gently around and around my folds, spreading the wetness my body instinctively made, but never coming close to my clit. I felt the sweat beading on my forehead, back, between my breasts. The familiar feeling of need coiled in my belly. Then, he brushed his thumb across my neglected clit. Neither of us were prepared for the violence of my reaction. I cried out, clutching at the edge of the counter.

“Don’t...don’t stop... Oh my God, Taylor!” I cried, gritting my teeth, my toes curling tightly against the ridiculous heels I had on. He continued to swirl his thumb over and around my clit and pump his now three fingers in and out my pussy. My eyelids fluttered, my breath kept catching in my chest, I literally had to rest my head against the cool tiles, concentrating on not falling down. Suddenly, I stiffened completely, my thighs tightened, a rush of cum pouring out of me. “Oh Taylor…”

“Wow,” he said. He gently pulled me up and turned me to face him with his sticky hands. He pulled me into a tight embrace as the final shudders from the monumental orgasm ripped through my body. He kissed me long and hard, pushing against me. I could feel his erection through the layers of denim. “Wow… You really are good enough to eat.”

“But you are not…” I said gently pulling away.

“What?” He asked. He looked so crestfallen.

“You, my love, need a bath.” I said taking his hand in mine and slowly leading him towards the stairs.

“I’ll just get dirty again,” he protested sticking his hand up my skirt. His fingers sliding easily along the moisture collected along my thighs.

“First a bath, then we play.” I said pulling him into the master bathroom. The room was steamy and warm. I reached down and felt the temperature of the water. It was perfect. “First, let me get you undressed.”

“Okay,” he said his eyes lighting up as my hands fell to his belt buckle.

“But first, I need you to sit.”

“Sit?” He asked.

“Yeah, I can’t take off your pants until I get these enormous work boots off.” I said as he sat on the edge of the counter. I knelt in front of him, pushing his pant leg up and gently working the boot off of first his left, then his right foot. “Damn, when was the last time you changed your socks?”

“This morning,” he said rolling his eyes.

“Ah, okay,” I said reaching up and grasping the belt buckle again. Once it was undone, I tucked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and jeans and edged them down. As they cleared his hips, I was suddenly face to face with his penis. “Well, hello little man.”

“Little?” Taylor asked. He stuck his lip out in an adorable pout.

“Well, not so little,” I said placing a gentle kiss on the end before standing. “Now you, in the tub!”

“Are you getting in with me?” He asked.

“No, you need a good scrubbing.” I said as he sank into the deep tub. I loved our old house with its creaking rafters, drafty hallways and claw-footed bathtub. Once he was sitting, I pushed on his shoulders until he was all the way under the water. When he came up, I poured a generous amount of shampoo onto his head and sat behind him, scrubbing his scalp with my fingertips. I knew that he loved when I ran my fingers through his hair, loved the gentle scratch of my nails against his scalp. Soon, I could see that my ministrations were having the desired effect. Even in the deep warm water, he had goosebumps, his nipples peaked, little Taylor stood at attention. I smiled to myself. “Slide under.”

He did as he was told. He was laying in the bottom of the tub, only his face sticking out. I rinsed his hair, running my fingers the length of it. I loved the silk feeling his hair had, the satiny barely there feel of it as it slid through my fingers. I leaned forward and kissed his pursed lips, pulling him up and out of the water. “You’re getting wet.”

“So I am,” I said looking down at the front of my shirt. It was sheer from being wet, my nipples plainly visible through the white fabric.

“You should join me in here,” he said naughtily. “I could wash your hair.”

“Not yet,” I said grinning. I had plans for this boy. Next, I took the puff and covered it in shower gel. I gently pushed on his back so he leaned forward; I then proceeded to scrub him. As I rinsed him, I gently massaged his shoulders. He had worked hard in the yard. He without a doubt needed some tension release.

“That smells good,” Taylor said as I cleaned his neck. “What is it?”

“It’s the Chamomile and anise shower gel I gave you last Christmas.” I said smiling wickedly. “I thought you might recognize it…”

“Um, sorry,” he said shrugging. I knew that he hadn’t given the lovely bath set I gave him a second thought. But I had hoped he would like it enough to take it with him on the road when I couldn’t be there and use it and think of me. I wanted to cultivate a sense memory of me. But since he had never even opened it I had failed. “The package was so pretty, I didn’t think I was actually supposed to use it.”

“Likely story,” I said as I moved down from his neck to his chest. I touched each arm, indicating when he should lift it. As I scrubbed, I noticed I was getting a little hot and sweaty. Apparently, scrubbing all six feet and two inches of his body was a load of work. Maybe this was why he disdained bathing so much, too much work! I noticed as I cleaned his belly, each dip lower and lower made him tense up and suck in his breath. I decided to move on from there. “Here, put you leg up where I can reach it.”

“Okay,” he said putting his leg up on the side of the tub. As I started working my way up his leg, he closed his eyes and just let me work. I took a pumice stone and began to gently scrub at his feet. He was such a barefoot kind of boy his feet were always a mess. Soon, he was making soft contented sounds. He didn’t even really move other than to put the other foot up for me. The only time he opened an eye was when I planted a kiss on each of his toes. “My God, can you bathe me everyday?” He asked softly, shifting slightly.

“Everyday?” I asked as I began to massage his calves.

“Mmhmm,” He breathed sighing softly. “And not wear any underwear ever again?”

“None, ever?” I asked loving the way his face was filled with movement and mischief even when completely still. I could sense the activity.

“Exactly, isn’t that a simple request?” He asked.

“But what about all that money I’ve spent on very expensive panties in every color of the rainbow?” I asked moving up his leg and began to massage his thighs. I was saving his most erogenous zone for last.

“Donate them to charity.” He said shrugging.

“Tay, I can’t donate personal items to charity.” I said softly. “Give me your hand.”

“Your glasses are fogged up,” he smiled as he placed his hand on the side of the tub.

“So they are.” I said taking them off and setting them on the counter behind him. I knew that we were heading into an area of the body that he loved me to touch. His forearms were so sensitive to touch and so often in need of rubbing and massaging. I took his hand and began to run my fingers between his, massaging them gently. “Mmm.” He moaned tilting his head back. “That feels like heaven.”

“Yeah?” I asked watching him squirm under my ministrations. I used my long nails to move softly over the flesh of his forearms, loving the way his breath caught as I tickled the inside of his elbows. Really, his torso is a wonder of engineering… All of the muscles and bones and sinew moving in perfect concert to propel the air through his vocal chords creating the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. And as his breathing sped up, the most astounding, musical moans began to escape him.

I took his hand and placed soft feather light kisses on the end of each finger, sucking each finger deep into my mouth. He moaned deep in his chest as I pulled his index finger in as far in as I could. I took his hand and turned it palm up, sucking the water off of it. He moved his hand under my chin and tipped my face up towards him. “You are astounding.”

“So, are you,” I said holding his other hand. The skin on his fingers were so calloused that they didn’t really prune up. I loved that for Taylor the very thing he made his art with was what he found to be sexiest thing for me to touch.

“Being here with you, like this is the best feeling in the world.” He said his eyes closing. He sighed deeply. “I don’t need anything more than this.”

“Well, then I guess this bath is done.” I said smiling wickedly. He wasn’t dumb; he knew where this was heading. But I wanted to tease him.

“What?” He asked sitting up quickly, splashing water over the side of the tub. “I don’t think you’re done.”

“No?” I asked. “But you’re all clean?”

“No, I’m not…” he said reaching out and grabbing a lock of my hair, wrapping the curl around his finger. “I’m still very dirty.”

“What’s dirty?” I said reaching down into the water and circling my hand around the base of his cock. “This?”

“Yes,” he said leaning his head back again. He was hard, very hard. He was ready to go and completely relaxed. I tightened my hand and gently slid it up, rubbing my thumb over the head. This simple movement elicited a grunt. I slid down slowly, slowly. His back arched his hips thrusting up. I reached down and cupped his testicles. Suddenly, his hand came down to join mine, putting his hand over mine, speeding the tempo. Once I was at the tempo he wanted, he went back to clutching the side of the tub. Soon, his hips were thrusting with every pass up. “Ah, Sue…”

“Taylor baby,” I whispered squeezing just a tiny bit harder. His eyes were heavy as they met mine. His tongue moved slowly over his bottom lip as he sucked air through his teeth.

“Oh baby,” he grunted as his breath became more and more labored. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his jaw clenched in the effort his body was making. A soft keening sound escaped through his clenched teeth. He tilted his head back even farther, his hips thrusting. I watched his face move smoothly through an amazing range of expressions. Suddenly, he stiffened his mouth opening slightly. A wordless groan escaped him.

“All clean,” I said leaning forward to kiss his flushed face.

“Thanks baby,” he said softly. “But, I think I need a shower now.”