Lisa had adjusted the water jets to a low setting and the warm water was rippling around us. I was lying back against her and she was softly massaging my breasts. She would squeeze them lightly and then slide her hands over them, finishing with her thumb and index fingers tenderly pinching my nipples.
The scented bath beads, the warm water and my very tender breast massage were enough to make me completely relax. Again, I turned my head to kiss her mouth, and our lips parted as our tongues touched. She moved a hand from my breast to my hair and combed her fingers through it. Over and over again, she would place her hand in the water and then comb my hair with her wet fingers. Lisa reached for a bottle of shampoo and poured some on her hands. I leaned forward a little as Lisa began to massage my scalp, creating a foamy crown on my head. When she was done she pushed me down and I slid forward as my sudsy hair dipped into the tub. She rinsed the shampoo from me, then urged me to sit back up.
Now she had a bar of soap and began to lather my back, and then would work her hands around me and apply the soap to my tummy and breasts. Eventually, she rubbed the bar of soap against a bath cloth and produced a foamy layer on it. She took the cloth and slid it quickly under the water and against my pussy. She bathed me there, washing away all the afternoon's play from my hairy cunt. Lisa asked me to get onto my knees and while I did, she lathered the cloth again. This time, she ran the cloth through the channel between the cheeks of my bottom. Finally, when she was done, she asked if I would like to bathe her.
Of course, I jumped at the chance, and turned to face her. She looked so angelic laying in the tub of water with it gently pulsing all around her. This beautiful woman had made wonderful love with me, and even though I was now much more relaxed, I could still feel a tingling sensation running through my whole body. I never dreamed that my first lesbian experience would have been so erotic, and so satisfying. I scolded myself for having waited so long.
I repeated the same steps that Lisa had used as I bathed her, except when I leaned over her to shampoo her hair, Lisa took the opportunity so draw one of my nipples into her mouth. It was very difficult to concentrate on washing her hair while she did that.
I cleansed her pussy and bottom with the same cloth she had used on me, and when I was done, Lisa got to her knees and we pressed against each other. Our bodies were slick with the oily and fragrant bath water, and we took a moment to kiss each other again. When we stood up, we gathered each other in big, fluffy towels and dried each other. Stepping from the tub we finished our drying and then with the towels wrapped around us we went back to her bedroom.
Lisa took the decorative pillows from the bed, and rolled back the comforter and top sheet. She dropped the towel that had been around her, and climbed into bed. I took the hint, dropped my towel and followed her. We nestled together, softly stroking our fingers on each other's warm skin, and before long settled into a wonderful nap. When I awoke, it was nearly dark, and for a moment I didn't know where I was. Lisa and I were cuddled together, with our legs intertwined. I quickly looked at the bedside clock and realized it was already after 9pm.
Lisa's eyes fluttered open and she yawned as she broke away from her slumber. She looked at the clock and gasped slightly, apologizing for it being so late. She said she was fearful that my husband would be worrying, and I told her that it would be ok. (Of course, I was worried that I would not be able to come up with a plausible excuse, but I certainly did not want Lisa worrying about it, too.) We got up from the bed, and proceeded to get dressed. My clothes were still there, draped over the corner chair where I had left them earlier in the day. Lisa put on a robe and followed me to her front door. When we got there, we kissed again, and she thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. I nearly had to laugh -- she was thanking me?! I should have been the one thanking her, and I did, just before we kissed one last time.
After we said goodnight, and I stepped through the door onto the walkway to go to my car, I heard Lisa call to me. As I turned around I saw that she was clutching the bottom of the bathing suit I had worn earlier. She had it pressed closely to her nose, then pulled it away and told me that she would probably never wash the suit again.
When I finally got home, the house was dark. Now I was really worried, until I went in, walked to the kitchen and flicked on the light. There, on the kitchen counter was a single rose, with a note laying over it. My husband had written to tell me that he had been sent out of town suddenly. He had come by the house on his way to the airport to pack some clothes. He apologized, and told me he was sorry he had missed me, but that he would call me later that evening. I sniffed the rose, but I had trouble focusing on where it had come from. I didn't sense the touching sentiment of my husband. Instead, I smelled the bath that Lisa and I had taken. Then I saw Lisa and I making love.
I saw Lisa smelling the bathing suit I had worn. I could see her lying in bed, still sniffing the bathing suit bottom, and I rushed off to my bedroom.
Quickly, I undressed and lay on the bed and began to masturbate. After I came, I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Lisa. What a wonderful dream it was.