Page 48 of Down and Dirty

“Ow, ow, ow!” he yelped, clutching his elbow.

“I am sorry, but it was a shock to see you kneeling there sniffing my bottom, like Hilda’s randy dog Stig.”

“I was not smelling your butt. I was lathering you with soft soap, which incidentally smells very nice, don’t you think?”

She sniffed several times. “Yea, ’tis nice, but move aside so I can leave this showering box. ’Tis crowded in here.”

Not crowded enough, baby.

“’Tis past time I returned to the base.”

Should I tell her now that she’s stuck here… at least overnight?

Nah!

“Let me shower real quick. Then I’ll finish you off.”

“I do not think… ”

He managed to stand under the shower, blocking the door, and took the quickest shower in history. When he finished and used the heels of his hands to wipe the last of the water from his eyes, he saw that she was staring unabashedly at his body. “Do you like what you see?” I sure as hell like what I see.

“What is not to like? You are a pretty man. But pretty is as pretty does. Now move aside.”

“Not yet, sweetie. I need to wash this side… of you.” He waved a hand to encompass the front of her body from neck to toes.

“I can wash myself.”

“I can do you better.” Already his soapy hands were rubbing across her breasts. The nipples were small and pink, and the sensation of them abrading the palms of his hands was beyond pleasurable. If her gasp was any indication, she was enjoying it, too.

Britta was shocked. Not by what the lout was doing to her but by her own reaction to it. And why was she standing here like a knight’s pike stuck in the ground, allowing him such liberties?

Gazing downward, she watched as he used his palms to lift and massage her breasts, the whole time his calloused palms abraded her nipples. Then she looked upward, and her eyes connected with his, a bright, stormy, very serious blue. He appeared to be waiting for some reaction from her.

“How does that feel, honey?”

Now he was using his fingertips to tap her nipples, then flick them up and down, side to side.

“Strange. It feels strange.”

“Strange how?”

“My breasts ache… nay, not ache. Yearn.”

“That’s nothing. Wait till we wash this soap off. Then I’m going to kiss your breasts and lick you all over. My mouth and your breasts are going to become very well acquainted.”

She should have been appalled, but instead she moved a hand to her belly where the yearning had moved.

His eyes followed her hand.

Abruptly, he grabbed hold of her and placed her under the showering water, facing him. Sputtering, she closed her eyes under the onslaught of sluicing water and eye-irritating foam. Once the soap melted off her back, he turned her, and both of them stood under the spray, his one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand resuming its pleasure-torture of her breasts. She could feel his manpart, hard and long, pressing against her buttocks.

She blinked, able to see now. That yearning that had begun in her breasts and moved to her belly now lodged itself betwixt her legs, where it swelled and pulsed till she was overcome with spiraling sensations. She tried to break away from him, but he held her tight against him and turned her face to the side where his lips met hers in a kiss that began soft and searching and soon escalated into hard and hungry.

And whilst she was preoccupied with all these different sensations — his tongue plunging in her mouth, his fingers playing her nipples — his other hand stole to her female place and dipped into the hot wetness there. She screeched at the invasion, but the sound was caught in his mouth. Her hips bucked outward, but his arm was a vise around her waist, holding her in place.

Thus she was caught by the man’s wicked fingers doing wicked things to her down there. He seemed to have found some spot that was particularly sensitive, because when he touched her there, stars burst behind her eyelids in a colorful shower, and her traitorous hips began to undulate against his finger in a rhythm matched by his thrusting tongue.

It was too much. And not enough.