[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Wanda, clad only in a purple sarong, standing at the entrance of the bathroom. She pouted. Seems she was waiting for me to join her in the bath. I quickly rolled off the bed and scurried to the bathroom. The day just seems to get better!

I’ve always wanted to bathe with the opposite sex. Something about soaping them and having them soap you excites me. When I was dating my current wife, she told me that it was improper for a man to see a woman naked unless they were married. So, after we got married, I had always tried and failed to bathe with her. Why? Because she always felt that she didn’t look good naked; too much fats here and there. Furthermore, baths should be quick affairs and we shouldn’t linger inside them for too long.

Now that the opportunity presents itself, I naturally jumped at it. The hotel provided a rain shower so we took this chance to try it out. An advice to the uninitiated: please do not stand under the rain shower and turn it on for you will be in for a ‘freezing surprise’! That was what happened to us! Even though we turned the mixer towards the ‘warmer’ end, when we turned on the mixer/tap, the residual water inside pipes leading to the rain shower gushed out. It was freezing cold!

Wanda let out a little yelp and practically jumped onto me. Faring no better, I let out a shout. This little episode made her giggle. I hugged my little Wanda and just as our skins got used to the temperature, the water suddenly became scalding hot. Unable to take the heat, we both jumped out of the shower. It took a bit of fiddling before we got the temperature right and we both proceeded back under ‘the rain’.

I took the bottles of body wash from the vanity top and began to lather Wanda, paying careful attention to her erogenous zones. It was a bit stupid for as soon as I applied soap, the water washed it away. Clearly, I did not think out my strategy too well. I turned off the shower and went back to my duties. Just like those ‘snow car wash’, I covered every single inch of Wanda’s cute little body with body wash and its fragrance filled the whole bathroom. I wonder if any of you had the experience of ‘washing a smaller, younger woman’? The feeling is nothing short of erotic!

Satisfied with my handiwork, I reached forward to turn on the tap but she stopped me.

“Your turn,” she said and then she took over the soaping duties. She poured some body wash onto her hand and replaced the bottle to its receptacle. After ‘mixing’ the soap with both hands, she started applying soap on my chest. Joking, she told me she should have used shampoo on me as my chest was quite hairy. Then she got me to raise my arms so that she could work on my triceps and arm pits. As I raised my arms, I noticed another part of my anatomy slowly raise itself, automatically.

“Abang jahat!” she squealed as she lather my belly, squatting down in the process. I looked down expectantly but Wanda gave it a miss. She soaped both my thighs, all the way to my feet but she purposely avoided my erect member.