The Bed Bath

The water felt just right when I tested it. Not hot enough to burn, but with a little chill that made me alert. I dipped my wrist in that porcelain bowl he wanted me to use, doing it three times maybe because I was nervous, nothing else really as he was my first client. Mr. Alistair sat there on the bed, sunk into all those pillows that looked kind of silly. His blue eyes stayed on me the whole time, sharp like he had many new girls to try to please him.

I asked if he was comfortable, trying to act normal even though I felt off.

He smiled in that crooked way. "As comfortable as he'd get," he said bluntly.

Crossing the room, I noticed my tunic clinging to my skin too much. Let's clean you up, I told him, okay.

My hands stayed steady undoing his pyjama buttons. His top opened, and his chest was pale, thin from age, but it had some strength still, I could tell. I soaked the cloth, wrung it, and wiped his face first. Over the forehead, along the cheekbones that stuck out, down the jaw that looked so set. Just the drip of water and our breaths in the quiet.

Working lower to his neck and shoulders, leaving the skin damp and cool there.

I asked how he wanted me to keep going, my voice holding up even with my heart racing like that. It was only a bath, another routine day or so it seemed.

He laughed, low and rough sounding. "Well, Elara, he said, better if you were topless, for balance don't you think?"

"Ok if that would make you more comfortable Mr. Alistair." I said, expecting him to stop me.

Without a word, I stepped back from his bed, untied the tunic and let it drop off my shoulders sliding down my arms before falling to the floor. Then pulled off my polo shirt up, placing it on the bed. "How's That Me. Alistair?" I asked.

The room air teased my nipples. My breasts reacting to the change in temperature, my small brown nipples getting hard with the slight chill. I didn't cover up, I just let him look. His eyes widened, then dark lust. No more joking, just a burning hunger in them.

The waters cooling off, I said, keeping steady somehow. Turned away from him, feeling his eyes on my back, while I dumped the basin and refilled with warm clean water.

I returned to his bedside and knelt down, my naked chest close to his arm. I Dipped the cloth in the warm water again, and moved to his chest. Then slowly over the sternum, around each nipple, sensing his muscles tighten under the touch of the cloth. With the scent of the soap hanging in the air.

"Could you lean forward please?" I whispered.

He did, and stretched to wash his back, my breasts rubbing his arm as I reached along his spine ridges, cloth dragging low to just to his pyjama waist band.

"How's this, Mr. Alister?" I breathed, lips near his shoulder almost.

He shivered. "Your touch is exquisite, my dear." He said calmly.

I finished up, dried him with the towel patting softly like I was trained. Then the powder, shaking it into my hand, smoothing under his arms. Making his aged skin so soft, almost sensitive. Letting my fingers stay there a bit longer than they should have.

Then I felt him move his hand. It was his right one, that had laid limp before, It felt warm as came up against my left breast. Thumb brushing the nipple.

I froze right there. I should have stopped him, there and then. But I had started this game, and now that he felt this was ok was really fault the moment had passed where I could say no. I thought.

He seemed surprised I didn't pull away. As he proceeded to stroke it again, harder this time. The sensation of pleasure hit sharply, as if an electric shot sped through me. I gasped without meaning to.

"Elara," his voice rough.

"Yes," I managed, as his left hand moved up too free breast, cupping both my breasts, thumbs moving in slow circles. My head tipped back on its own. The feeling overwhelmed me, the heat from his palms, touching like I belonged to him or something.

You're beautiful, he said," with his eyes staring straight into mine.

Without any warning he leaned in, placing his mouth to that spot under my ear, that always got me hot. I gasped again, grabbed his shoulders to steady myself as his lips dropped to my collarbone, then kissing his way lower until his mouth closed in on my nipple, gripping it with his lips. Every sensation was focused there, wet and electric. His tongue hot, not letting up. He licked, sucked, pulling me in deep, as moans slipped out of from my throat. My fingers moved through his silver hair, holding him to my breasts, I didn't want this feeling to end.

He switched to the other breast, in same slow methodical way, his hands moved down towards my hips, tugging me closer pulling me towards the bed until he finally pulled me up so I straddled his leg.

With only my trouser and his Pyjama between us I could feel his cock but it was not where I needed it. He finally released me, his lips wet against mine, his hands grabbed at my trouser button, while he looked at me, quietly, waiting for it, waiting for me to stop him.

I arched my hips, grinding down onto his legs and flaccid cock, I guess that was the answer he wanted. As he was so quick with the button, and my zipper was down. His hand pushed inside my trousers, pushing my trousers to knees, leaving them and my knickers there, while he remained almost clothed.

His hand on thighs, he let his fingers trace up slow, teasing, stopping at the top where I ached. He skimmed through my soft pubic curls, not touching me yet. "Alistair," I whispered, with my breath shaky.

He kissed my breasts once more. "Tell me what you want," he said as he kissed my ear roughly.

"Touch me. Please." I said wantonly wanting his fingers inside me.

Then, his fingers slid towards me, finding me. He traced the wetness of my labia first, sliding his hands up and down my slit. My pussy making a squelching sound in the quiet of his room. He then circled the clit slow, steady with the thumb of one hand as the other teased the lips of my pussy.

I then again, I ground against his cock that had not hardened, assuming he needed more, but with my trousers around my knees it was a difficult manoeuvre.

"You like this?" he asked, His breath hot on my nipple.

"Yes, God yes." As he pushed his fore finger into me closely followed by a second, stretching me, pressing deeper into me. My hips jerked against his fingers. Tension built up inside me, my tight pussy gripping each thrust of his fingers, making me shake uncontrollably. I was panting, as I leant against his forehead my hands now on his shoulder. His fingers pumped faster, his thumb joining the fingers of his hand forcing into me. The sudden crash of an orgasm ripped through me, wild like a wave. I cried out, back arching, clenching as it ripped hot through.

He held onto me, with one arm and gentle continued pushing his fingers of the other into me, keeping me on the edge of another orgasm, I'd let go everything, I had no dignity and collapsed against him, spent, shaky. His arms wrapped around me, pulling close. I felt his cock against my hip it was there but not erect. He kissed my temple. Then said. "My turn next time." In a rough hungry voice.

I smiled saying. "We will see Mr. Alister.