Tags: body worship, tender and playful

I lead you to the bathroom, still sweaty and dirty. Your irritated skin has become much less red, but I know a good cleaning will help even more. I strip down, and toss my clothes aside carelessly. I turn on the faucet and the show spurts to life, a light mist sprays us before we step in. I get in the shower first and hold your hand as you enter too.

The warm water feels good, I’m standing closest to the spigot, hogging the hot water. You reach around trying to get some yourself but I grab your wrist. “Greedy” I say, with a smirk. You grin too, “yes Sir. I want some water too.”

I pull you close and wrap my free arm around you. Your sweat mixed with the steam makes us stick together. “Yea, you need it” I tease. I rotate us so you get the bulk of the water, and give your butt a light smack as you pass. “Mmm!” I exclaim, then give the same cheek a good squeeze. “Oh I like this” I continue. You giggle while rinsing yourself off.

I pull up behind you and my erection rubs against the top of your butt. I enjoy the sensation. I take one hand and move your hair aside, exposing your neck. I begin to kiss it on one side, starting in the middle, then the bottom, then the top just below your ear. You give off a soft moan “That’s nice Sir”. I take my free hand and slide it around the front of your neck. I hold you firmly there for a moment and give several more kisses.

I relax my grip and raise my hand a little, gently brushing your chin and lips with my fingertips. You surprise me by spinning around suddenly and planting an aggressive kiss on my lips. Your arms wrap around my neck and mine around your back. I pull you in tightly against me and you do the same. We part briefly and kiss again, twice more, more gently than the first. “Well hello to you too” I say with a smile. You smile back, and break my gaze feeling a bit bashful suddenly.

Having turned around thus, the water soaks your hair. I run my fingers through some and they snag a little. “I’m going to wash your hair” I say, matter of factly. “Oh no I can do it...Sir” you protest. “No” I respond, “I want to.” You smile again “Ok Sir.” I grab the shampoo and tell you to close your eyes.

I squirt out some shampoo onto my hands and begin massaging it into the top of your head. I didn’t use enough so I go back for more. After getting a good lather I run all of my fingers through your hair from root to tip, working the shampoo in. You nestle up against me, enjoying the feeling. I repeat this several times. Having applied the shampoo I adjust the shower head so the stream rinses it away. I again run my fingers through your hair several times, feeling the suds slip away with each pass. I wipe a little remaining shampoo off your forehead and tell you to turn around. You turn and rinse the last bit of shampoo off your face. I wrap my arms around your midsection and give you a squeeze.

I reach my hands up and grab your breasts, squeezing them both and brushing against your nipples. “Something is missing…” I mutter. I pick up a loofah and add some soap, then run it across the middle of your front side, from your waist to your neck. I rub your breasts and cover them in soapy foam. “Excellent” I say, satisfied, and hand you the loofah.

My hands free, I again grasp your breasts, which slide and seem to squirm of their own accord as I slip on the slick soap. I play this way for a moment, enjoying my little toys. I give your nipples a pinch, which becomes painful for only a brief moment before they too slip from my grasp. I play this way a moment, squeeze, slip, squeeze, slip. I roll them gently between my thumb and index finger, the sensitive nubs sliding easily. You moan and waver briefly, but my arms around you stead you and I release your breasts.

I reclaim the loofah and gently scrub your shoulders, back, waist, and butt. “Put your foot up on the side” I instruct. I hold you steady with one arm and wipe down your leg too. You switch legs and I repeat on the other side. “Good, nice and clean.” I proclaim. “Yes Sir, it feels much nicer” you agree. “Go ahead and rinse off, there are towels in the closet right here” I motion to door next to the shower.

You finish and hop out. I take another few minutes to enjoy the steam and to thoroughly clean myself. I notice that you have stepped out of the room to finish drying off and I call you back as I shut off the water. “Get a towel out for me too.” I say, opening the curtain. You get another towel out and offer it to me. “No no, you are going to dry me off” I inform you. “Ok Sir, I can do that.”

I tilt my head forward first to give you access to my hair. I’m a good bit taller than you so it would be hard to reach otherwise. You rub it dry, then gently pat my cheeks, nose, and forehead as I stand back upright. You pat down my shoulders and chest too, and I extend both arms forward, as if gesturing magnanimously towards a host of guests or attempting a bear hug. You rub both arms down shoulder to wrist and spend some extra attention on my hands and between my fingers. As you finish drying my hands I grasp one of yours and pull it to my lips, kissing each of your fingers between each knuckle. I release you and lower my arms “Continue.”

You rub my abs and sides, and I turn for you to wipe my back, hips, and butt cheeks as well. Having completely dried my upper body, I step out of the shower and onto the bath mat with you. “Go ahead and get the rest...on your knees” I tell you. “Yes Sir” your demeanor changes with the order to kneel, slightly but perceptibly. You recognize that now is time to serve, and not to play. I’m very happy with your response and how well you are learning.

You kneel down onto the bath mat and begin to towel off my legs. My erection must be distracting because you keep looking at it, as if I expect you to do something with it. I shake my head ‘no’ when I see you looking. “Kiss my thigh” I order after you dry it off. You comply and kiss it once. “Again. Don’t stop until I tell you.” You continue to kiss it, moving the kisses around a bit. “Good. Now the other, dry it first.” I say. You dry it much the same as the other and begin to kiss it. “That’s a good girl.” I tell you, placing my hand on your head. “Do you know why you’re kissing my legs?” I ask you. “Because you like it, Sir?” you answer, unsure. “I do like it, but that’s not why” I respond “It’s because you’re here to serve me, all of me, and I want you to remember that when you kneel before me. Yes my dick is at face height, but you also serve my mind, my muscles, my arms and legs, even my feet. You serve me, not my penis.” I pause for a moment after my serious lesson and add, grinning “Of course I like it when you serve my penis too, oh yes I do” I get a good laugh from that, and you let out an amused chuckle. A little bit of the playfulness returns, which I like too, but now is the time for service.

“Now my feet” I say, pointing to my right foot. You nod “Yes Sir” and towel it off. “Kiss it too” I remind you. You promptly obey and kiss the top of my foot. “More” I say sternly “ankle and toes too.” You reach back and kiss my ankle first, then each toe in line. I nod in satisfaction, “Good, the other.” You repeat the process, though need no instruction this time. “That’s enough, thank you. Rise.”

You stand up holding the towel, I take it from you and hang it over the shower rod to dry. I turn back to you and ask “all done in here?” You nod “Yes Sir.” “Ok, into the bedroom” I instruct. I take a bottle of lotion and we walk out. In the bedroom I hand you the lotion, pull the blanket back, then lie face down on the bed. “Put it on me, just a little bit, massage me. You can climb on top.”

You climb up onto the bed and straddle me, effectively sitting on my butt cheeks. I feel the cool lotion on my neck and shoulders as you first begin the massage. “Mmm nice” I murmur. You knead my shoulders a moment before moving down each arm. Finishing there you slide down a bit to get a better angle, I enjoy the feeling of your naked skin on mine.

You rub my upper back and take a moment to appreciate my tattoos. “These are really pretty Sir” you say, rubbing your hands gently over them. “Yes they’re important to me, and took a long time. Keep going. Use a little pressure under my shoulders.” I instruct. I’m enjoying the massage, and not in a great position to hold a conversation. You hit a tender spot with your thumb and I gasp slightly, I can only assume you get at least a little grin from that.

Moving down further you rub my lower back, hips, and butt. I let you know that my hips are quite tight, so you spend some extra time there. With one hand you test my limits and playfully swat my butt cheek. I let out an amused snort, “that’s fine for this moment, but don’t get cocky” I remind you. “Yes Sir” you respond dutifully. Finally you move down my legs and feet, spending an extra moment on my soles which elicits a pleasured “Mmmmmm”.

Finished, you climb up off the bed, but I turn and take hold of your arm, pulling you down to me. You fall beside me and I wrap my arms around you in a big squeeze. “That was a very nice massage. I really enjoyed it” I tell you, kissing your cheeks and nose. You smile broadly at the praise and affection and I kiss the elevated corners your cheeks some more. I gaze into your eyes, stroke your faintly damp hair, and hold you there in a long cuddle, thinking about what our next fun adventure will be.