The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... confines of the bath tub would allow to give her access and she continued further down towards my bottom. The cloth found its place and cleaned between my cheeks, softly rubbing the delicate area and pressing against the tightest opening. My breathing was becoming stronger now, heavier, and I realised I could no longer feel the cloth but Laura’s fingers moving up towards my aching vaginal opening. I could not open my eyes. The feeling was overwhelming and I felt a long slender finger slip inside me. I gasped with pleasure and squirmed as she began to work another in alongside the first, her thumb gently working my clitoris. Little mewing sounds began to escape as I pressed my head back against the bath and slightly arched my back then relaxed again back into the water. My nipples were aching and pulsing with every heartbeat and I felt the tension begin to build as my orgasm approached and then it hit me. At that exact moment I felt Laura’s mouth close over mine and out tongues met and caressed. My whole body contracted and tightened, my back arching out of the water. The sense of suffocation due to Laura’s mouth over mine only added to heighten the pleasure and the only sound that escaped was a muffled squeal. I sank slowly back into the water and Laura released me from our kiss. Withdrawing her hand from the water, she sat back on her haunches and looked at me. No words were needed. All the conversation we needed was in our eyes. I closed mine again and drifted off into a ...

... very contented half-sleep. “Anna, no, you mustn’t sleep. Not in the bath.” Laura was leaning over me, gently caressing my face. “Come on, lets get you out and dried off and into some warm, fresh night clothes.” “Laura, I feel strange, woozy. Like nothing is real.” “The Doctor said this might happen. It is a concussion. That is why he didn’t want you to be alone.” I tried to stand but I felt so weak. With Laura’s help I turned and knelt while the water ran away and, leaning heavily on her, managed, with much pain, to get out and step onto the bathroom floor. Once out I stood, swaying slightly as if I was drunk, I said quietly, haltingly: “Did you… touch… me? In the bath?” Her face went as red as her dress and she looked at the floor then, looking up again, answered almost inaudibly: “Yes, Anna. I couldn’t… well, I thought that you… I…” I placed my finger on her lips, “It’s alright, Laura, really it is. It felt so good.” “Yes, but...” “No buts. I liked it. I liked you doing it.” I couldn’t stand any longer and I started to fall forwards. “Anna!” She caught me and gently lowered me onto the chair she had brought in for me. Using a big soft fluffy towel, Laura dried me as gently and carefully as any mother would a new born baby. Every time I flinched, she would stop for a moment and say sorry. She gave me a pair of pale blue satin knickers to wear and a long pink cotton nightdress with a little silk ribbon tied with a tiny bow at the neck and finally the slippers. Although I still ...