The Bathub - Sex Stories

The Bathub

Kirsten was getting ready to take a bath, after a long day working at McDonalds. She needed to relax in the bathtub and hopefully masturbate her stress away. With college and a job at McDonalds, her life was too busy and hectic. She had no time for anything else, even boys. She had finally turned twenty, but she didn’t have a boyfriend to celebrate with, instead she spent the night out with her girlfriends. She lived in a small one bedroom duplex. The owner lived next door, but he was gone most of the time, retired and he spent his time with his grown up daughters and his grandc***dren. It was no longer in the best of neighborhoods, but he didn’t charge her very much, grateful to have someone take care of the property while he was away on his extended trips. She went into the bathroom, a large room by most standards, but what she liked was the large, claw foot bathtub that sat in the center of the room almost majestically. She turned on the hot water and let it fill while she got ready. The water splashing in the tub blocked out most of the noise, but Kirsten heard it. It sounded like glass breaking in the distance, but that wasn’t uncommon in this neighborhood. The police sirens broke the silence almost every night. She listened only for a minute before she went back to taking off her clothes. Her shirt and shorts were quickly discarded. She looked at herself in the mirror, standing there in her bra and panties and wondered why she didn’t have a boy that appreciated her firm ...

... body. Her breasts weren’t big, but they were big enough to keep a boy busy sucking them. She took off her bra and arched her back, her nipples surrounded by nice brown areolas. Her fingers slipped into her panties and pulled them down. She threw her clothes into the hamper as she turned off the water. She stepped into the hot water and let it envelope her body in the soothing heat. She put her head back and closed her eyes, her body felt so relaxed. Michael hid in the shadows. He broke the window fifteen minutes ago and then hid to wait. No one came down and the alley was filled with the noise of the neighbors. Some of them were arguing, others had their televisions turned up too loud as they blared out into the streets. He saw the light on upstairs. It looked like a bathroom, the window smaller than the others. He had seen her enter the front door on the street over an hour ago. She was young and attractive and he was horny. Michael wasn’t handsome or young; in fact he was a bit on the pudgy side. He was forty, unmarried and hadn’t had a girlfriend for many years. He wasn’t successful or rich and worked a mediocre job that barely let him live comfortably. Two years ago he sought out young girls, breaking into their apartments and r4ping them. He had five of them so far. Two had made police reports, but the other three never said a thing about what he did. He never knew why, but it made him feel proud that it might have been that he was so good when he fucked them. He rubbed ...