The blue moon made me pleasure – 2

“Oh no, go ah…go ah right ahead and wash up. There should be some warm water here in a minute or so, and then after that, hot enough to at least soak your feet in.”

“Thank you,” she said as she continued to soap up her breasts and upper torso, then rinsing off as I quickly added a bit more water to the bucket, making it warm enough at least to be a bit more tolerable. As there was really nowhere to go, I stood there watching her, though she didn’t seem to mind it the least that I was.

Her breasts were certainly fuller than I’d seen in a while. At one time no doubt a bit firmer perhaps than they were now. But I rather liked the suppleness of their look, especially the way they rested against her chest, or hung suspended looking very sensual whenever she leaned forward a bit. In addition, she had rather large areolas as well, capping a good portion of her breasts. Her nipples were as big around as the tips of my fingers, and as I watched her, they appeared to grow substantially in size too. Perhaps my standing there looking at her made her aware of it, as she then stood up looking down at herself and commenting.

“Goodness, been a while since they’ve done that,” she giggled slightly. “I guess I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I’ve allowed a man to actually see them,” she joked, and then surprised me a little as she reached up and fingered each one of them, making them appear even harder than they already were. “Feels good though,” she added, “having them appreciated…which you are doing aren’t you?”

she now asked, looking down towards my crotch. As she did that, I only then realized I was showing a bit myself, not even realizing that I was. She laughed as my face showed my sudden embarrassment at being caught like that. “Don’t worry about it. I’d be more offended if you weren’t aroused.”

I coughed, smiling and then sat down on the opposite side of the bed, as there really wasn’t any place else to go at the moment. She then eyed me briefly, and began peeling off her panties as well. “Plenty left if you’d like to wash up too,” she added. “Long hot day and all,” she finished.

I wondered then if she was trying to drop a subtle hint, though I gave myself a quick sniff. Didn’t smell like I needed a wash, but her look had told me otherwise. I quickly shimmied out of my shirt as she went about washing up the rest of herself, and then began drying off.

“Might as well take off the pants too,” she told me, handing over the washcloth as she sat down next to the small little table we’d pulled down which now held the much hotter pot of water we’d been boiling. “And plenty of room for both of our feet too if you’d care to join me.”

She now poured the water into the tub I used for washing and doing dishes in, adding a bit of cold water from the bucket until it was just comfortable enough to actually put your feet in without burning them off. She scooted over on the makeshift bench I had made, sticking her feet in. “Come on, sit down…don’t be shy. Join me.”

The only thing I still had on was my underwear, though the now very noticeable bulge was almost comical looking in its appearance. I kept my hands in my lap however, trying not to be even more obvious about it as I slid over to sit next to her, my feet now likewise going into the water as we sat there together side by side.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” she said, sighing pleasurably, closing her eyes for a moment as she wiggled her toes a bit in the water.

“Yeah, it does,” I admitted enjoying the hot water myself now, though the close proximity of her very nude body was a reminder to me of another sensation entirely.

Suddenly I looked down feeling a hand other than my own. “And how does this feel?” she asked suddenly, having just then wrapped her hand around my hard stiff cock, though she had done so through my underwear. “Hmm, feels nice too,” she added. “Been a while since I’ve actually felt one, had one in my hand, let alone anywhere else.”

For the third time in as many days, I had yet another woman suddenly fondling my dick. Not that I didn’t care mind you…I didn’t, especially the way her soft, yet firm hands seemed to be stroking it. She really seemed to be enjoying herself, as was I. Sitting there with my feet in a hot tub of water, next to hers as her toes basically tickled and fondled my own at the same time she sat there stroking me as she had now wormed her hand beneath the waistband of my shorts.

“Nice hard one,” she murmured while playing with it. “Not too big, and not too small either. Just right…just like in the story.”

“Story?”

“Yeah, you know the one, Goldie Locks and the three farmers?”

“Farmers? I thought they were bears.”

“That’s right, you’re not from around here,” she laughed. “Bears in a way,” she mused further. “But no…the story we tell around here is a bit more naughty than that one. And speaking of which. I was wondering if you might indulge me a little, do something special for me too,” she now asked.

With my cock in her hand, I didn’t feel I could say no, though I wouldn’t have any way as aroused as I now was. “Whatever you wish,” I responded. “Though I’m not exactly any Genie either.”

“Maybe not, but you certainly appeared almost magically when I needed you earlier. And now…I need you for something else!” Before I could really say or do anything, Barbra had pushed me onto my back there on the bed, and quick as a bunny, finished stripping off my underwear, yanking it out from beneath my ass and down my legs. “Ta Da!” she said proudly tossing my shorts off to one side. It was as though she’d performed that feat of yanking the tablecloth, leaving the dishes where they were, unbroken, the way she stood there looking pleased with herself. She stood looking down at me as my stiff dick stood equally proud and anxious looking back at her.