"Sweaty" Chapter 4

by Julius
Copyright 2005



Matthew stood in the bathroom. He was nervous. She'd slipped a mask over his eyes, one of those little fabric and elastic things the airlines give you, when you want to try and sleep.

He heard Mitzi turn the shower on.

"Give me your hand."

Her fingers touched his and she pulled him into the shower with her.

Naked, they were both naked under the spray. He found the idea immensely exciting.

"Shall we wash each other?" she asked. He felt her put the soap in his hand.

Everything was suddenly out of his control. He couldn't see, he was naked and he really didn't know what to do with the woman he was so close to. She'd asked him to wash her. Was he supposed to just reach out and just ... just wash her? He felt his cock filling and lifting - his embarrassment reached a new peak.

"Just make your hands soapy and wash me like you'd wash yourself," she must have read his thoughts.

He lathered his hands and felt her take the soap from him. He reached out to touch her. He felt the valleyof her spine.

"Mmm, that's nice," he heard her say.

He let his palms glide over her back. She was warm and soft. His cock was rigid now. He could feel the weight of its swing as he moved his body. He was terribly conscious of it standing up between them. If she turned she'd see him, see his helpless lack of self-control.

"Do my armpits Matthew," she asked.

He gulped and moved his hands up and forward. His fingers went through, under her arms. He felt the start of the soft swells of her breasts. He yearned to slip his hands further and feel those lovely things. He'd seen them briefly after they'd made love and come to the bathroom. They were big, as big as any he'd seen in his dad's videos.

He washed her armpits, enjoying the feel of another's skin. He'd never touched anyone this way before.

"Now my ass Matthew." She must have moved back a little and he felt her buttocks against his cock. It slipped into in her cleft. Startled, he tried to draw away. He somehow expected her to be annoyed with him,touching her that way. Mitzi moved back a little more, maintaining the contact. She didn't complain at all and his cock stayed nestled, nuzzling.

She squirmed her hips, her ass and said, "Feels nice, stay there a little while."

Poor Matthew couldn't keep still. His body kept making little thrusts, he was helplessly fucking the cleavage. He wished he could look down and see the action. His hands slid down her sides, feeling the hint of her ribs under the soft flesh. Down, past her waist, over the flair of her hips, until he was cupping the swells of her ass.

Very softly, almost dreamily, Mitzi's voice came, "Yes Matthew, wash my ass."

His soapy hands made token washing gestures, but every fragment of his being was focused on his cock and it progress up and down Mitzi's valley.

This was how it would be to fuck her between her tits he thought, but different. It would be very different. There was a sweet wrongness to this he thought, as he ploughed her soft furrow, up and down.

He heard the words from a dozen movies. They echoed in his head, 'Fuck me up the ass lover.' Matthew groaned.

"Feel nice?" he heard Mitzi ask him.

"Nice?" he said, "It's beautiful." He wanted to tell her just how good her ass felt. He wanted nothing more right then, than to just thrust until he came. Until he came, spurting up her back. Matthew slid his hands around her, pulling her close. He writhed his belly against the soapy roundness of her ass, urgentlythrusting, feeling the boiling in his groin ...

Mitzi squirmed out of his grip and was gone. Matthew groaned at the sense of loss. He stood, expecting anger, feeling a little ashamed of his loss of control.

Her hands were on his shoulders then. They slid down his arms and took his own hands, lifting them. She pressed his left hand to her breast, "Wash me here Matthew," she squeezed his right hand to her other breast, "and here."

She wasn't annoyed with him at all. She wanted him to wash her breasts. He was certain this was a dream.

She turned off the shower and gave him the soap.

The feel of her breasts under his soapy hands was beyond belief. They were heavy and soft, so soft he wondered if they could really be flesh. Beautiful elusive things that seemed to possess a life of theirown. Each breast seemed able to squirm out of his hands when he lifted or squeezed. Her nipples were hard and tickled his palms as he caressed her. The tickles rushed to his cock, which strained and begged for attention.

"You don't need to be so gentle Matthew, I love having them massaged."

He took one breast in both hands and squeezed - far too hard he thought. "Doesn't that hurt?"

She laughed, a throaty sound, "No, it feels wonderful. Don't worry, I'll yell if you hurt me."

Trying to ignore the aching urgency in his crotch, Matthew let himself do something he'd dreamt of.

With forefingers and thumbs he formed a circle around her breast where it joined her chest. He squeezed the breast and imagined a perfect, tight skinned globe.

"Tighter!" Mitzi's voice startled him and he squeezed her breast tighter, knowing he must surely be hurting her. He squeezed harder and waited for the cry of pain, the cry didn't come. His cock strained, ached.

"Kiss my nipple."

He bent his head and found it, grunting in surprise at how big it was. He ignored the taste of the soap and drew her into his mouth.

Mitzi groaned and her arms drew him to her.

"Suck," she told him, "suck me, bite me."

Matthew suckled and bit, wishing he could spare a hand for his cock. It needed stroking. Matthew needed so desperately to pump his cock. He could come and come forever with Mitzi.

"Harder, suck harder, squeeze my breast tighter," her words came in a breathless rush.

Matthew devoured the nipple that seemed to be swelling bigger and bigger in his mouth. He wanted to do what she wanted, wanted to please her. He must be hurting her surely, but she kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes," louder and louder.

Her body stiffened and she begged him not to stop. A violent shudder ran through Mitzi and she began struggling in his arms. Not struggling to escape, she seemed to be struggling with herself. Her hands were at the back of his head and she ground her breast against his face. She screamed.

Finally she seemed to relax and to cling to him.Matthew held her, supported her, while she fought for breath. He felt a stab of fear.

"Did you just ... did you ...?"

"Yes Matthew, I just came, orgasmed, climaxed."

"With me just ..., just sucking your ...?" he was amazed, he'd not known this was possible.

"It happens sometimes," Mitzi laughed. "to woman with horny nipples and a sweet lover."

With her in his arms, needing his support, Matthew felt a sudden pride. His erection was trapped between her belly and his, he felt very much a man.

She pulled free and the shower started again. She mus thave knelt then, her arms went round his legs, her face against his thighs.

"My legs are wobbly, my heart's beating fit to burst,"she told him, "stand-up orgasms are rough on an old lady."

His hands and mouth remembered and he said, "You're not an old lady."

Matthew stood and waited, wishing he could take off the mask and see Mitzi's breasts and ass. She'd saidsomething about focusing his sense of touch. He thought of her breasts in his hands, the tightness of her ass cleft when his cock was burrowing. Maybe she had something. Was this why people had sex with the lights out?

He gasped as her hand found his cock. "Doesn't this lovely thing ever quit?" she asked, sounding happy.

She began washing his legs and Matthew felt the oddest of sensations at having a stranger, a woman, doing this for him. It was as if ..., as if she was serving him ..., but serving was the wrong word somehow.

She soaped his balls very gently. Mitzi had the gentlest hands. The fingers went exploring. She teased his anus, slipping and caressing between his buttocks. Shyness mingled with shock at this invasion. Her hands went where nobody had ever touched him before. Matthew used the word intimate in his mind for the first time.

Her hand was back holding his cock again. She squeezed it hard and pulled it down until he protested. She was pretending to use his penis to help herself to her feet. He laughed and she said, "Makes a great handle,Matthew."

She kissed him then on the mouth, her strong tongue speared between his teeth, sending a surge of heat through him, through to his cock.

"Would you wash my legs for me?" she asked with her lips almost touching his. His balls rolled in their sac as her breath caressed his lips.

Matthew went down on his knees, shielded from the shower by Mitzi. He found the soap and began to washher legs. His face was level with her pussy he thought. He felt the urge to lean forward to kiss her there. He remembered her warmth and moistness from earlier in the day. He couldn't describe how she'd smelled, he didn't have the words. He knew he wanted to smell her again. Would the shower wash that away? He guessed it would and thought it a pity.

He washed her calves and her feet. He loved sliding his fingers between her toes. Her foot quivered as he did it, almost, but not quite, as if it tickled her.

He lathered his hands again and placed them on her thighs. Her flesh was so soft, her skin felt like oil under his palms. At last he slipped a hand between her thighs and cautiously let it venture up.

"Pussies don't bite," she told him softly, "not this kind."

His hand slid up slowly. Finally his fingers found her crotch. He felt the wet curls of her pubic hair. How strange he thought, to have no cock or balls, just this mound of yielding warmth. He let his hand cover her sex. How firm she was, yet how soft. He moved his fingers slowly, just feeling her, reading her contours and marvelling at the differences.

"Wash me Matthew," she told him, her voice seeming to caress him.

Bolder now, his soap slick hands explored. He let his fingers slip under her. He felt the pucker of her anus, her thighs tightened for a moment as he touched her. She relaxed then. He let his hand run up the crack of her ass, as his cock had done.

From above came a dreamy voice, "Nice, that's so nice." She tightened her buttocks, gripping his exploring fingers. Matthew wondered if a man could come, just by feeling a woman's body.

He let his hand move back to her pussy and he slid his fingers between her lips. He wished he could see her again, as she'd been on the sofa that afternoon. Had he really kissed her pussy then? Why was he so shy and clumsy now?

"Matthew! Stop, please," her voice brought him to his senses. She was trembling and he realized he'd been arousing her again with his fingers.

She asked him to stand up. "Lets get out now and get dried off."

She turned the shower off and he knew she was getting out of the bath.

Mitzi carefully took his mask off. She stood wrapped in a white terry robe. She was smiling. He'd never seen anyone look so happy.

Handing him a towel, she beckoned him to follow.

The chill hit him as soon as she opened the door. It was her bedroom. He heard the hum of the air conditioner, oh the sweet joy of dry cool air. He closed his eyes, cool for the first time in a week.

She crossed the room and began opening drawers while Mathew dried himself.

"How would you like me as a scarlet woman?"

Matthew looked up. Mitzi was holding out two handfuls of red fabric. He could see what looked like a bra and perhaps pantyhose. He wasn't sure what a scarlet woman was, but he said, "That sounds nice."

"Nice? I hope I can manage better than nice," she threw the red underclothes on the bed and began untying the belt of her robe. "Now, turn away and let the lady get dressed."