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turned my head to the side and whispered in my ear, “I was praying you would ask.” A tremor started at the base of my neck and worked its way down to the tip of my toes.
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    â€œGive me a minute,” I said as I got up. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I walked out of the room.
    The tub had filled nearly to the top and the bubbles formed high, soft peaks. Perfect, I thought. I turned the knobs off and put one foot into the fiery water. It took me several minutes to adjust to the temperature. I lay back and momentarily hesitated while I debated leaving my hair dry (I was having a good hair day, after all). In the next instant I plunged my head into the sizzling water and came up with a mass of wet, dangling hair. I pondered how I wanted her to first see me. I leaned forward with my arms wrapped around my legs and hair hanging down my right shoulder. I sat up tall with sudsy nipples just above the water line, hair fanned out across my back. I finally settled on leaning back with one knee bent slightly above the water.

    She opened the door and caught me mid-thought. My stomach did a somersault as she paused at the door and stared at me. The only sound was the water dripping slowly from the showerhead and her deep exhalation. She stood in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity, watching me.
    â€œThat is the best image I have ever seen in my entire life,” she finally said.
    I tried to hide my smile. She moved toward me and bent down on one knee next to the tub. She reached down and pulled me up against her. She kissed me hard on the lips as the water swooshed around us. Her hands went immediately to my hair, and our lips parted long enough for her to moan “Oh, god” softly while she buried her hands in my wet curls. She leaned back and pealed off her already wet T-shirt. She had a tiny labrys tattoo on her right shoulder. Her arms were hard and flexed effortlessly as she adjusted her kneeling position on the floor.
    She settled me back into the tub and picked up a sponge. She soaked it thoroughly and released the water over my bent neck, watching the water form slick clear trails down my back and over my shoulders. The water cleared the bubbles off my body and she kissed the clear spots on the back of my neck. She soaked the sponge again and ran it across my shoulders, watching the water run over my breasts. She soaked the sponge and squeezed the water out over and over again, across my back, my shoulders, and my nipples. I was on fire watching her watching me. Both of us were soaking wet.
    She picked up the raspberry soap and lathered it up in her hands. She slowly washed each and every inch of my body. Starting with my fingertips, she methodically ran her soapy hands over me until every muscle in my body ached for her. She washed my breasts in easy, soft circles while I lay against the back of the tub. She lifted each of my legs out of the water and, starting with my toes, worked her way to my inner thigh
with small kneading rubs. After finishing each section she took the sponge and rinsed me off with painstaking gentleness.
    When she was done washing my body she brought me to my knees. The water ran off me as she took turns sucking on each of my nipples. My soft, wet body touched her hard, angular one and the shapes fit together like pieces in a puzzle. My arms wrapped around her neck and held tight. Water trickled down her back.
    â€œI want to wash your hair,” she whispered. I nodded and turned and sat down with my back toward her. She reached for the shampoo and then stopped.
    â€œUm…how much of this do you use?” she stammered. I looked at her inch and a half of hair and grinned. I held her hand open and squeezed out just the right amount. Without skipping a beat she buried both of her hands deep into my hair and lathered up the long tresses. Thick soapy suds fell down my back into the water.
    â€œGod,” she moaned again. She spent fifteen minutes lathering my