A Jasmine Bath and You

I missed last week’s post for Masturbation Monday due to sickness. My effort was there, but my body couldn’t get the story finished. This is what I crafted for Adrian Kenny’s picture.

I sat on the lumpy mattress to check my messages. After two weeks of hotel rooms, I hit my overwhelmed and tired point. I had to change jobs.

Where is George’s nightly text? I scrolled through until I found it.

“Is the picture what you wanted?”

I typed my reply. “No photo.” George wasn’t forgetful.

The text box opened. “Lin, wait.”

“You need me here to send a pic?”

“For this one, yeah. Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Wait. Have you showered yet?” I rolled my eyes.

“What? Are you the shower police?”

“LOL. No. Want you to get the most out of the pic. Text me after you shower.”

“Seriously.”

“Yes.”

I waited. “Not sending it until I’m cleaned up?” Where is the bat-shit crazy emoji?

“Yep.”

This man pressed my buttons. Why did I put up with this silliness?

You know, Lin.

He distracts you from your stressful life, he is the Man for you, and he knows how to push the right buttons.

“I’m hitting the shower now.”

After I undressed, I grabbed my toiletries bag and spied the jasmine bubble bath I carried for emergencies. My best friend kept me loaded with my favorite scent, but I still used it sparingly. My agitation with work and George teasing me was an emergency. I held the bottle in my hand. Forget the shower. I’m taking a scented soak.

As the water filled the tub, I poured in the liquid and transformed the room to a flower garden.

I walked back out to the bed and scooped up my phone. “Decided on a soak. It’ll be awhile.”

I waited for his reply.

“OK. Let me help you enjoy your bath.”

“What is with you tonight?”

“You’ll see.”

I walked back to the bathroom to shut off the water and gather towels. When I heard the text notification ping, I headed to the bed and picked up my phone. I clicked on George’s message.

And a picture came through.

OMG.

What had George done?

I stared at a nude photo of George splayed out on his large bed. The picture was hot. His position formed an arrow, and he felt poised to strike. And strike he did, hitting me, so all places south smoldered.

Was that a new mirror? Had he added it to the room since I left? Hmmm, my bad boy.

“What have you done, George?”

“Dream of me in your bath.” He added a horny devil emoji. “I’ll imagine you, Lin, while you soak. Nipples peeking out of soap bubbles. Great wank material.”

Sexting. We’d never done this before. If George can be bold, setting me off with his thick thighs, and big body, I’d play along, too.

I took a deep breath and typed. “I’ll share what I do if you share what you do.”

“Don’t kid me. I’m rock hard now. Get in that tub.”

“Not kidding. Yes, sir. I’ll call you when I get out.”

Well, I moved the relationship forward now, no going back. Goosebumps covered my body. I approached the bath rubbing my arms. The air hung heavy on the jasmine bomb, and it affected me.

Sexual activation. Stomach fluttered. Skin flushed. Low ache.

As I stepped into the bathtub, I imagined George’s picture with his glorious cock and what he must be doing.

I paused.

I wasn’t sure what he would be doing? How could that be? I should have some idea. With my flustered train of thought pleasuring myself was out.

After I soaked, I let my mind roam. It refocused on what George does to me and not what he or I do to him.

Damn it. Relaxing is over. At least I’m warm and converted into a jasmine blossom.

I dried off and retrieved my phone. I called George.

“I can’t get going like this.” This disappointment in my voice squeaked through the line.

“Tell me what do you need, babe?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe some chocolate, strawberries, and something specific from you.”

“Call room service. Two out three ain’t bad.” Yeah. What is wrong with me that I want him so? “Go ahead, call. I’m right here.”

I grabbed the phone handle from the cradle and punched in the code for room service. After I placed the order, I sighed.

“How long until delivery?”

“Ten minutes.”

“We can use that time to get you ready.”

“You have another plan now?”

“Lie down on the bed and pinch a nipple until it feels like the pressure of my teeth.”

A plan indeed. I squeezed alternating the pressure until I recognized the feel George produced. Two things happened. My clit woke up, and my panting sounded like a freight train, and George’s steady breathing echoed in my ear. I conjured up that picture of him on the bed and snuggled it right beside. Yes, his body heat was next to me as I wiggled my ass down his thigh.

“Do you like this, George?”

“Your sounds give you away.”

“They do?”

“How wet you are now?”

I lightly stroked my clit and then pressed my finger below it and into the groove between my labia. It slid right down. I was wet.

“You knew?”

“Of course. I’m a scholar when it comes to your body’s reactions.

George gave me directions, and I followed every delicious one of them making me more aroused that I could have gotten myself in the tub.

A knock at the door interrupted my efforts. “Room Service.”

“Just a minute,” I yelled toward the door. I scrambled into my satin robe.

“George, I’ll be right back. I’m going for the chocolate and the strawberries.”

“Ok.”

I peeped through the door’s peephole and saw the cart. As I pulled open the door, a smiling face met me.

“George? What? How?”

He pushed the serving cart into the room and closed the door.

“You smell good.” He pulled the tie on my robe opening it freely.

“Are you ready for three out of three?”

“I think that’s the question I have for you.” He cocked his head as I stepped into his space and squeezed my nipples. I arched forward and moaned.

“George?”

“Yes?”

“You always surprise me. Now it’s my time to surprise you. Strip. Get on that bed. Pose like the picture. I have some investigating to do.”

He traced his forefinger down the hollow between my breasts leaving an aching all over.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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