Page 56 of Double Play

She’s settled in the tub. Her hair is up, she’s laying back, and her hands are moving all over her body. The tops of her breasts are just visible above the sea of bubbles. The whole scene looks like a painting. It’s almost too perfect to be real.

She examines the marks I left on her breasts today and I see the corners of her mouth slightly raise. I hope it’s the memory of the things we did making her feel that way.

Her fingers slowly slide further down her body until they reach their final destination. Between her legs. I can’t see her hand, but her arm starts to move. I’m officially a creepy peeping tom, but I don’t care. Watching her touch herself is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I find myself praying that she’s thinking of me.

She leans her head back as far as it can go and closes her eyes as she otherwise continues her movements. I can see her chest rising and falling at a gradually increasing pace. Her free hand slides along her body until it reaches one of her pink, rosy nipples, just visible over the bubble line now. She pinches it and moans.

All the blood in my body heads south. It’s like I’m watching an erotic scene from a movie or book come to life. My dick is impossibly hard at this vision of perfection.

Her back arches and she breathes, “Layton.” At first, I think she sees me, but she doesn’t. Happiness fills me. She’s thinking about me while she touchesherself. She has no idea how many times I’ve touched myself thinking of her.

I watch for another minute or two until it’s time to make my presence known. In my deepest voice, I say, “Would you prefer the real thing?”

She gasps as she jerks up and water splashes over the edges of the tub. “Layton, what are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you. Ripley let me in when you were out.”

Her eyes widen. “You’ve…you’ve been here the whole time I’ve been home?”

“Yes, and knowing you touch yourself to me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever imagined. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her cheeks turn red. She’s embarrassed.

I don’t want her to feel that way, so I redirect the conversation. “I’m sorry about today. I honestly had a family emergency. I came here as soon as it was done. I passed the Ripley inquisition. She let me in to wait for you.”

She slowly nods her head.

“Can I join you? I haven’t showered yet. I wanted your scent on me, but I wouldn’t mind getting in, getting clean, and then refreshing your scent on me afterward.” I nod toward her. “And maybe I can finish the job you started.”

She’s holding her knees to her chest, covering herself, but she nods again. I immediately remove my sweatshirt and then my shorts and boxer briefs in one go. My severely engorged cock springs free. I grab hold of it and give it a few long, slow pumps. She stares at my movements.

I smile. “Bigger and better than Captain America, right?”

Her mouth opens wide, but I can’t help but smile. “Ripley has a big mouth. I checked him out. If he satisfies you, just wait until you see what I can do.”

Her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red. It’s so fucking adorable.

I continue stroking myself. “I’ve been hard for most of the past twelve hours. I might set a world record.”

She giggles. “I know you have. Believe me, I know.” She scooches forward. “Get in.”

I slide in behind her and extend my legs down the sides of the tub. I then pull her soft body into my arms.

She leans back, resting the back of her head on my chest. It’s perfection.

I feel her hands on my legs. She breathes, “This is nice, but it’s so…so…intimate.”

“Are you okay with it? I don’t want to push. If you want me to leave, I will.”

She practically melts into me. “No, I don’t want you to go. That’s the weird thing. I’m okay. More than okay. I should be running the other way, but I don’t want to. You make me feel good. You make me feel safe. You make mefeelfor the first time in a long time.”

I run my fingertips up and down her arms, desperate to touch her but trying to take it slowly if that’s what she needs. “For me, it feels good. It feels right.” That’s exactly how it feels. Like we fit together. Like it was meant to be.

She closes her eyes and mumbles, “Hmm,” as her own fingertips start to move up and down my legs. I’ve never been so starved for the touch of a woman in my life. A simple, innocent touch from her does more for me than more purposeful touches from other women.

I lather her soap on my hands and rub it all over her body, leaving no inch untouched. She doesn’t flinch. She seems to enjoy it. Her breathing gradually becomes more and more labored. I haven’t even begun to really touch her, and I can already see her legs quivering as my hands explore her body.

I move my hands up and cup her gorgeous tits. For weeks, I’ve been imagining what they look like. In my wildest fantasies, they weren’t this perfect. She’s got the pinkest nipples I’ve ever seen. I wish I was in a position to suck them into my mouth right now. The dressing room earlier was so frantic. I need to take my time with her body. I’m dying for it.

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