Page 45 of Christa's Obsession

Wanda took her time to pay attention to the room that had looked nothing like what it did now. First, it was in the wrong place. It was at the back of the house. The window it had was small, with frosted glass so no one could see out or in. The bath had brown stains up the sides, nearly reaching the lip, and the shower had dangled from a broken hook over it. Wanda did not wish to recall the state of the toilet or the ripped flooring with odd marks on it.

“It’s stunning.” It was. Large glass doors opened up onto the upper level porch facing directly over the trees. A large bathtub sat on polished wooden flooring before the doors, so a person could lie in the water and look out with an unfettered view.

Blue, red, orange and white tiles covered the walls in patterns that made no sense but looked pretty. A huge shower stall sat in the far corner, sun glinting off the chrome. A pristine white toilet sat next to it. On the other wall was a double basin within a marble countertop. The cabinet beneath had no door and Wandacounted no less than ten thick navy towels stacked in neat piles. On the counter by the sinks sat what appeared to be fifty or so bottles, in all shapes and sizes, with mysterious liquids inside in differing colors.

“Do you like to collect the bottles?”

The laugh sounded a little nervous. “I suppose. I like delightful smells when I bathe and can’t resist when I find a new one to try.”

Wanda giggled, endeared by this side of Christa. “Which is your favorite?” she asked, intrigued.

“Peaches.”

Her giggles turned to laughter at Christa’s quick response. “I’m sure it is.” Pleased, despite herself, she nodded in the direction of the over laden counter. “Which of those is your favorite?”

Cheeks a rosy pink, Christa didn’t put her down as she walked towards the counter. She paused and then the room became scented with the sweetness of cherry blossom.

“How?” Wanda twisted to look back at the source of the smell, her eyes widening at the full bath, topped with scented bubbles. “That looks very inviting,” she admitted honestly.

“Want to try it out with me?”

Not looking away from the bath, she asked, “How do we do that? Will it be big enough for both of us?”

Moving towards it, Christa stepped into the water. Carefully, she lowered them both into the hot scented water, barely creating a ripple.

“Ohhhhhh,” Wanda groaned at such decadence when the silkiness of the water caressed parts of her that made her shiver in delight. “Why does the water feel this way?” she asked, wide eyed and breathless.

“It’s the bath oil. Feels good?”

A moan of complaint slipped free when Christa lifted her effortlessly out of the joyous delight of her first bath. She was dripping water everywhere before Christa stretched out her legs, then turned Wanda so she faced the window before lowering her between them. This time, water lapped over the edge, splashing the floor.

“We’re making a mess,” she protested, peering over the edge at the beautiful flooring, hating to spoil it.

Before her eyes, the water disappeared, and she glanced back at a mischievous, grinning demon who shrugged. “What’s the point in being able to do these things, if I can’t do them for us?”

How could Wanda disagree when she benefited from not having to get out of the bath to clean the mess?

Christa lay back, her hair gathered up and twirled in a band that appeared, held away from the water. This side of Christa, who looked a little less put together with tendrils of hair curling around her beautiful face, giving her an air of vulnerability, captivated Wanda. She rested her head on a small pillow and smiled invitingly at Wanda, patting her ample breasts. “Come lie back and immerse yourself in the wonders of a hot bath.”

It wasn’t funny how fast Wanda complied, already in love with how the hot, oily water felt gliding over her skin as she relaxed back. Christa ran her fingers through Wanda’s curls and did what she had done to her own hair. Wanda’s eyelashes fluttered, her whole body singing in pleasure as water lapped over her breasts, the bubbles tickling her nipples. “This is…”

“Amazing? Life changing?” Christa finished, sounding utterly smug and with every right.

Wanda was positive she would never look at her lake bath with quite the same enthusiasm. “Yes, it is. How will I ever want to go back to the lake to bathe again?”

Christa’s giggles jiggled her breasts against Wanda’s back. “My love, why would you need to when this is right on our tree step.”

Wanda looked back and up at Christa, grinning widely. “Aren’t we the lucky ones?”

“I’m bonded to you, of course that makes me the lucky one.”

Blushing, Wanda settled back, looking out at her trees, sighing in complete contentment. “That makes six of us.”

The tree branches swayed in agreement, and Christa’s laughter increased. The girlish sound caused a rush of desire in Wanda’s lower belly.

“It’s a pity they’ll never know the joys of having a bubble bath.”

Wanda shut her eyes and ran her hands over her heavy breasts, the water seducing her with its silky texture.

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