The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... lovely. It feels so good. Thank you.” “Good,” she replied, picking up a cloth, “Now lets get you cleaned up.” I lay back as she wet the cloth in the water and ever so gently washed all the blood and grime out of my hair. Her touch was so soft and I felt like a child being lovingly bathed by her mother. I closed my eyes and let the pain wash away from me, the hot, wet cloth taking away all my senses, making me feel relaxed and safe once again. Then I felt the hot, cleansing water run over my face, and the cloth delicately removing any trace of dirt, blood and memory of what had happened. I opened my eyes. Laura was now kneeling beside me. She saw me look at her and caressed my face with the back of her hand. “It’s okay, Anna, You are safe now.” Taking her hand and trapping it against my cheek, I smiled and whispered: “Thank you.” Waiting for me to release her, Laura just looked at me and smiled. The little creases at the edge of her dark brown eyes becoming a little more prominent. I also noticed the tiny ‘c’ shapes at either end of her mouth. She was beautiful. I let go of her hand and she wet the cloth again. Lathering some lavender scented soap into it she began to wash my bruised and battered body with the touch of the daintiest of fairies. I lay back as she lifted first one arm and then the other. She cleaned around my neck and the upper part of my chest and each time I winced, she stopped and waited. No hurry, just tender care. Hesitating, she began to clean under my ...

... breasts and stomach then moved back to wash my breasts themselves. I didn’t stop her. The sensations of tranquility and pleasure were so great I didn’t want them to end. I did not dare to look but my nipples felt like little stalks trying to reach the sun. Moving down to my feet, Laura lifted my leg out of the water. Without it’s aqueous support it suddenly became very painful and I gasped and groaned a little. “I am sorry,” she said sadly, “but I cannot do it any other way”. Supporting my heel she washed my foot and worked her way, as tenderly as she could, up my shin and around my calf, behind and over my knee until she reached my upper leg. The heat of the water, the scent of lavender and the gentle caresses of the cloth were intoxicating and as she repeated the process with my other leg all my pains and worries were being washed away. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the wonderful sensations that were flowing over me. I became aware that Laura was now washing my belly and hips and I could feel the movement around my pubic mound. I was so relaxed now that I was breathing more slowly and deeply. “Anna...” a pause, “Anna,” a little louder, “Do you want to finish off?” She was offering me the cloth. I let my head roll from side to side on the top of the bath edge and lazily allowed my eyes to close. I felt the soft cloth begin to clean between my legs. Her fingers pressing gently between my labia and down towards the soft opening below. I shifted as much as the tight ...