A Bath Before Bedtime

It was just after 10 PM Mountain time when the door to the cabin opened. It had been just after 6 AM Central time when they'd arrived at the airport to check in for their flight. In between was a 3-hour delay in taking off, an unexpected detour to Chicago, and a two-hour drive in a Jeep from Boulder, the last 45 minutes of which were on barely-paved road after they picked up food and supplies in the nearest town. But the VRBO had amazing reviews, and was just what Chris and Erin were looking for: 10 days away from their busy lives, to just enjoy each other. Fortunately, the owners had made everything ready, so all they had to do was make themselves at home, which was about all they were capable of after their adventures in travel. After they crossed the threshold into the cozy-but-not-cramped "great room", Erin turned into Chris' arms and slumped against him.

"I know, baby. I'll take care of getting everything in from the Jeep. You lay down, and I'll draw a bath."

Erin crossed to the big, overstuffed sectional that dominated the "living" portion of the room, and curled up. Chris went to the back of the cabin to the bedroom suite. The bathroom was almost entirely glassed-in, like a greenhouse. During the day, he knew there'd be a breathtaking view of the mountains, but even at night, the stars gleamed in the inky black sky. He started the water and found a temperature he knew Erin would like, and plugged the drain on the giant tub. At the rate it was filling, he figured he had about 20 minutes or so, plenty of time to bring in the suitcases and get the perishables into the refrigerator. As he passed through the great room again, his heart smiled at the sight of Erin, lightly napping like a cat. Unloading the Jeep went quickly, and after a quick check on the tub, stocking the fridge went equally quickly. After securing the front door, and turning out lights, he went to Erin and knelt by the couch. He used a finger to brush a lock of hair back over her ear and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Wake up, sleepy babygirl... bath's ready."

Erin's eyes slowly opened and she smiled at Chris before stretching her arms toward him. He helped her up with a gentle tug, and kept hold of her hand, leading her to the bathroom. The water was at the perfect level, so he shut off the faucets, then turned to her.

"Am I undressing you?"

Erin answered with a shy smile and a vigorous nod. First came the stocking cap, freeing her shoulder-length brown hair, then he pulled the heavy knit sweater up her body and over her head, revealing the lacy, emerald green bra underneath.

"Bet you're glad you were wearing that for those last 25 miles," he quipped, grinning as he imagined how jostled her breasts would have been over the rough road without it. He knelt to pull the yoga pants down over her perfectly round ass and worked them down her smooth, muscular legs, pausing to slip the cute boots from her feet before completely removing the Lycra garment. The matching emerald green thong came down next, and he drank in her scent, darting in for a quick single lick between her pussy lips. Standing again, he reached behind her and deftly unclasped the bra, freeing her magnificent breasts. Much more quickly, he shed his own clothes and lowered the lights until the room was only lit by moon and starlight. He stepped into the tub first, then offered his hand to steady her as she stepped in. Then he sat and settled against the back of the tub and again offered his hand for support as she sat in front of him and settled her back against his chest. His arms slipped under hers and around her, brushing the bottoms of her breasts as they settled just under her navel. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked up at the Milky Way crossing the sky, so much more visible than from the backyard at home.

They spent a few minutes picking out the constellations they could recognize: the Dippers, Orion, and Cassiopeia. Then they simply basked in the grandeur of the heavens. In a voice barely above a whisper, Chris mused, "In such a colossally huge universe, I feel so lucky that we found one another and can be here together." He nuzzled her neck and she purred her agreement, arching her neck to signal that he should do much more of that. His hands lazily roamed over her submerged skin, the heat and pressure of the water making her skin all the more receptive to touch. When he thought he'd thoroughly covered her skin with kisses, she leaned her head to the other side, and with a manicured nail, lightly tapped the other side of her neck. She felt the low rumble from his chest as he chuckled and gave just as careful attention to the newly-accessible skin. When he paused again, she rolled her head around to loosen the tension of the drive. From somewhere, Chris produced a hair tie and dried his hands on a nearby towel before gathering Erin's hair in a cross between a high ponytail, and a messy bun, to keep it at least mostly dry. Then he gently leaned her forward and began to massage her shoulders and neck, using his thumbs to smooth the knots from a stressful day of travel. Her coos and moans told him he was having a positive effect. When her muscles seemed sufficiently relaxed, he again lay back, and pulled her to him, this time taking her wrists in his hands and crossing them around her.

Just remember that you're standing

on a planet that's evolving

and revolving

at nine hundred miles an hour.

It's orbiting at nineteen miles a second,

so it's reckoned,

A sun that is the source of all our power

The sun and you and me

and all the stars that we can see

Are moving at a million miles a day

In an outer spiral arm

at forty thousand miles an hour

Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way

"Sssshhhhhhh", Erin whispered. "I love your voice, and only you would serenade a naked woman with a Monty Python song, but let's just enjoy this" She closed her eyes and wiggled happily against him, secretly endeared by off kilter sense of humor and questionable sense of timing.

As the water cooled and their skin pruned, they both shifted at the same moment. Recognizing the synchronicity of their thought, they both giggled, and stood. Chris stepped out first and quickly toweled off enough to not drip too much, before grabbing another gigantic thick towel and holding it open as he offered his hand for Erin to step out of the tub. The water ran in rivulets down her smooth, lightly tan skin, and she stepped into the outstretched towel. Chris enfolded her in the terrycloth, and thoroughly rubbed her skin to a glow, head to toe. "You won't need this," he said, removing the hair tie and gently fluffing her hair. He finished the job of drying his own body, then offered her his hand, which she took, and he led her to the bedroom, complete with a giant king bed, already turned down. He took her in his arms and kissed her, an unhurried kiss of love and familiarity, always with an undercurrent of desire, and he slowly walked her backward to the edge of the bed. A gentle press on her shoulders sat her onto the mattress, and he bent down and scooped her legs into his left arm while leaving the right one still around her back, and lifted and twisted her onto the bed, pulling the covers over her. He crossed around to the other side and climbed in, then scooted his way toward the center. Erin scooched back herself and their bodies again connected, her back to his front, in the middle of the bed. She laid her head on his left bicep, and his right arm slipped under her right arm and across her abdomen, to find a resting place on her left breast, which filled his hand perfectly, her tight nipple stiffening a bit with the contact. Her fingers reached back and traced random designs on his thigh, as they both lie there in the mostly dark, hearing each others breaths slow and start to reach the same rhythm.

"Chris..."

"Mmmhmmm?" he mumbled, his lips busily nibbling at the skin of her shoulder.

"I'm horny, baby"

"Are you big horny? Or little horny?"

Erin bit her lip, in that way that Chris loved so much, and thought for a second. Then she reached between the two of them and wrapped her fingers around Chris's cock, already at half-mast in antici.... pation, and began slowly stroking it. "Mmmmmmm... kind of medium horny. After our bath I'm feeling very close to you and I really want us both to cum, but it's been a super long day... we can take care of big horny tomorrow."

"Well, if you keep going like that," he said, nodding toward his stiffening dick, "me cumming will be the easiest thing ever." His hand on her left breast started to squeeze and stroke, pinching and tugging at her nipple and his teeth nipped at the skin of her shoulder.

"Uuuhhhhhnnhhhhhhh... you're starting something you can't stop either, Daddy", she breathed in a husky whisper. Taking his hand from her tit, he raised it to her lips, two fingers up. She understood the assignment and took the fingers into her mouth, working her tongue over them and coating them with her saliva. When he pulled them from her mouth, she gave a little pout, but also raised her right knee, leaving her pussy wide open for what she knew was coming. Chris' slick fingers teased her labia apart and slowly but purposefully started rubbing her clit in small circles, the slickness of the spit letting it escape briefly, only to be captured and teased again and again.

Knowing his cock as well as she did, her fingers positioned themselves from muscle memory in just the right way to rub the bundle of nerves on the underside of his cock with perfect pressure. He was fully hard in her hand in seconds. His own fingers probed the first inch or two of her, finding her wet, nearly dripping with arousal. With a light tap on the top of her right thigh, he signaled that he wanted her to roll to face him. As her left leg came around he slipped his hand under it and lifted to place it over him. He watched the excitement and relief on her face as she guided the tip of his steely shaft into her, and a couple of thrusts and adjustments later, he was buried in her. Letting her left thigh rest on his hip, his hand gripped her ass cheek and pulled her closer as his lips sought hers, their mouths getting just as involved in their lovemaking as their genitals. As he would thrust, she would counter-thrust, and they fell into a familiar rhythm, their bodies rocking into each other, increasing the tempo steadily, neither trying to draw things out too long. They moaned against each other's mouths as their orgasms built to a crescendo. Before too much longer, he could feel the telltale signs of her impending cum, and he held off as well as he could. It was just sufficient, and as her orgasm soared, it triggered his own, the release of warm semen into her causing additional arousal and secondary aftershocks.

He held her close as they came down, still intimately connected, still kissing, until their heart rates went back to normal. As he eventually slipped from her, he began scooting down the bed and kissing his way down her body, between her breasts. His mouth descended onto her pussy and he proceeded to lap their mingled fluids out of her, swallowing some, but retaining the last bits, He crawled back up so they were face to face, and kissed her, sharing the physical evidence of their love. Erin settled in again, little spoon to his big spoon, his hand once again full of warm breast, and they both nodded off straightaway.