thequitecontrary | A Bath and More

Entry tags:

steve trevor

A Bath and More

Mary was supposed to meet Steve for afternoon drinks at a bar in his part of town, which Mary was happy to describe as 'working class' and not seedy in any way. It had taken a bit of convincing to be allowed out without a chaperone. Consequently, Martha knew about Mary's late night outings with Steve. The old woman was no fool. They had a sit down conversation about it, in which Martha acknowledged that Mary was a young lady, old enough to be considered an adult who would make her own choices. Her only advice was that Mary be discreet and not do anything that might get her into trouble. Martha realized that it was a new world after the war and that women were expressing their freedoms, her own granddaughter among them. If Mary wanted to be out with a man, so be it. Have her dalliances. But be careful. Apparently, Martha did not see this relationship in the long term.

Mary saw it a bit differently. She and Steve had spent a lot of time together and she could tell that she was starting to fall for him. They had fun together and he made her feel comfortable. He was kind and courteous and always a gentleman. He made her laugh and he made her think. And of course, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The only thing that may have made him unsuitable was his social class.

Steve arrived a bit late to their meeting and Mary was dismayed to find him covered in engine grease. He apologized profusely and said that he'd had to do some unexpected work on the airplanes. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his work clothes since he knew that he was going to have to take a bath. Mary was invited back to his flat while he cleaned himself up.

She was excited to get to see where he lived. The building was nondescript, and they climbed two flights of stairs inside before he let her into one of the apartments. Mary looked around as they entered. It was humble, but clean and tidy. At least he wasn't crammed into one of those tenements.

"It's lovely," she said, honestly meaning it, even if she couldn't picture herself living in a place like this.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I never helped another man like that," Mary replied. "You were the only one I wanted to nurse."

She exhaled lightly at the gentleness of his touch and kiss. Her whole body felt heated in a way that she knew went beyond exertion and the heat of the bath. After his other hand was clean, Mary laid the washcloth on the rim of the tub for a second. She began to unbutton her dress, revealing the corset underneath. For now the dress hung on her shoulders as she moved to the side of the tub in order to get his stomach.

"I'm glad. I'd have been a little jealous if you had," he admitted, even if he knew it wasn't his place. Well, hadn't been then, at the very least. Now they were together— as fleeting as her family might think their relationship would be, Steve wasn't quite so willing to let Mary go now.

Eyes widening a hint, he watched in surprise as she unbuttoned her dress. Suddenly the air felt warmer and thicker as he inhaled, and he shifted on the tub, trying to move closer to her. "Mary..."

He tipped his head and kissed her neck more presently now, mouthing against the curve. At this point he knew it wasn't going to take much for him to get visibly aroused, but he didn't care. This time, he didn't ask her to stop.

She didn't want to stop. As nervous as she was about the idea of them being intimate, she also felt a great passion for him, and wanted him to continue with his kisses and touches. The sleeve to her dress fell off of her shoulder and she paused to remove her arm from it so that it wouldn't get wet.

Arm bare now, she took the washcloth and moved down further over his abdomen and groin. Mary knew that her hand was close now and if he told her not to touch him there she wouldn't.

He wouldn't tell her to stop now, although his mind was quickly derailing from their initial purpose of bathing and washing him clean. As a matter of fact he felt like doing a lot of things that would only get the both of them even dirtier and messier than before. His hand slid down as she took her arm from the sleeve of her dress, palm lightly brushing across the top of her breast.

Kissing up her neck, he found her lips and kissed them, brief but intense, before pulling away to look her in the eye. "Join me." The invitation was sudden and thoughtless, and a moment later he felt like he ought to take it back. But he didn't.

The invitation surprised her and she took a moment to consider it. Her heart was pounding as she looked at him naked before her. Without another thought, she removed her other arm from her dress, letting it fall to her waist. Her fingers moved to unlace her corset. Fortunately this one tied up the front, so it would be easier for her to undo.

"Is there room?" she asked.

He gave her a moment to think, and a moment to get used to the idea himself, but even then he was almost stunned when she started stripping the rest of her clothes, a wide-eyed look on his face as he watched her. It took him a moment to even register her words, let alone answer them, as his own hands reached out in an attempt to help her out of her clothes.

"We'll figure something out." Granted, it wasn't a big tub, but they would manage. Even if they had to settle for sitting while facing one another.

He seemed shocked and Mary wondered if her sudden eagerness was surprising to him. It made her hands still on the laces of her corset for a moment. Then he was helping her and she presumed that he really did want her to join him.

Mary stood so that she could push her dress down over her hips. Once her corset was loose enough, she lifted that up over her head. Both dress and corset were laid across the counter by the sink. Now she was bare from the waist up and she fought the urge to cover herself as she reached down to unbuckle her shoes.

There was only so much Steve could help her with while sitting inside the tub, so after he loosened some of the laces, he pulled away and let her finish getting undressed. Something he watched with no small amount of interest, admittedly, even when she stood with her chest bare and looked somewhat embarrassed over her state of undress.

He didn't say a word, though, smiling warmly as she took off her shoes. He brushed his fingers along her leg, trying to get her to look at him. "You're so beautiful, Mary."

She did glance up, though shyly. "Steve..."

After getting her shoes off, Mary turned away so that she could unhook her nylons from her garter belt. She sat on the lid of the toilet to remove them. Her final piece of clothing was her underwear, and she hesitated only a moment before pushing it to the floor.

Mary had never been this naked in front of a man before and the urge to cover up was strong. She stood next to the tub and reached out so that he might be able to help her in.

Despite her evident embarrassment, Steve couldn't bring himself to look away. He wanted to memorize each line and curve of her body, every new patch of skin previously unknown to him. And frankly, he felt like she had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything about her appearance was perfect to him.

Stretching a hand out and catching hers, he tugged lightly, urging her to turn towards him and climb into the bath. He sat a little more upright too, so that she had enough room to sit down in front of him

Mary carefully stepped into the tub and the two of them managed to arrange themselves so that they were lying side by side. Her skin was alabaster, like an expanse of pure white marble. She tentatively put her hand on his chest, then leaned in to kiss him.

'"You're the first man who has seen me," she said, pressing closer to him.

It wasn't very roomy, but it also wasn't an especially small tub either. With a bit of awkward fumbling and moving around, they managed to lie down somewhat comfortably, Steve's arm curled around her shoulders, fingers of his other hand brushing through her hair, then tracing down her jaw and neck.

"I am?" He seemed almost surprised to hear that, and it was surprise alone that had him asking. "What about... that other guy?" She had told him she wasn't a virgin anymore. Well, granted, one didn't need to take their clothes off to make that happen, but still.

Her smiled dimmed a bit at the mention of Pamuk. This experience was Steve was nothing like that.

"Well he... hardly took off anything other than my underwear." This story was a bit uncomfortable for her to tell. "He.. rather.. pushed down his pants and then he was on top of me." Her cheeks turned pink now, wondering if she should relay the next bit. "It... hurt... when he... was inside me."

Not agony but there certainly was a bit of pain and then an uncomfortable feeling until he finished. It had not been a pleasant experience at all.

He could tell it made her uncomfortable but he didn't say anything, because he did want to know about what kind of experience she'd had, and he wanted her to know she didn't need to be embarrassed about those things with him. He also wanted to know what sort of expectations she had when it came to sex. Evidently, they weren't all that good.

"Sex is... supposed to feel good. I mean, a bit of discomfort can be— you know, sometimes, it can happen. But that doesn't sound right." Sounded like he was more focused on taking his own pleasure than making Mary feel good, and that definitely was not how it should be.

Before he thought twice of it, he asked. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

It had absolutely been all about him from the first to the last. Mary had gotten no pleasure out of it at all. What she didn't realize was that Pamuk had taken her without much prep and she wasn't quite ready to receive him, especially as a first time.

"Steve!" She gasped and turned positively red at his question. That was a shameful thing to talk about and she couldn't believe he'd asked. But then there was a sense of comfort and intimacy between them as they laid together and Mary knew that he wasn't asking in order to embarrass her. "Only a few times," she admitted.

"What?" He looked almost amused at her reaction, though he tried not to smile as he spotted the blush coloring her cheeks. Well, 'try' being the keyword, here. He did catch her hand, though, lifting it up to kiss the back of her fingers.

"Alright," he nodded, glad to hear it. He imagined she knew it could feel good, then. He knew there were still women who believed that sex wasn't supposed to be pleasurable for them, which was completely ridiculous. "Would you like me to... touch you?"

Mary had explored herself, though not made a habit of it because it was improper. She had never admitted that to anyone before. It had felt good and she had expected sex to feel the same way. She was disappointed.

She met his eyes, even though she was still a bit embarrassed by their discussion. Mary tried to put that away and focus on the desire that she had felt for him earlier, how much she had wanted to feel his hands on her. With a nod, she took his hand and placed it on her chest. She hoped that he would touch her everywhere.

Well, couldn't really blame her there. It did sound like a particularly disappointing experience. Steve was just glad that that hadn't been enough to put her off from wanting to try again with someone else. And not to brag or anything, but he was fairly sure he could make her feel good, and show her that sex wasn't all like that.

Smiling a little as she moved his hand, he let his fingers mold to her, palm sliding down until he was cupping her breast. He tipped his head down and kissed her softly, his thumb brushing over her nipple tentatively.

She exhaled deeply when she felt him cup her. The sensation of his thumb on her nipple was pleasurable, and it wasn't long before she noticed that it had turned into a hard peak.

Mary reached up and ran her fingers tenderly through his hair as they kissed. Every touch of his was gentle and she invited him to keep going.

"May I feel you as well?" she asked quietly. Mostly she just wanted to see what he felt like, as she had never touched a man there before.

Steve could feel it harden against the pad of his thumb, and he drew in a slow breath, letting his eyes drop down her figure once the kiss broke. Licking at his own lips, he caught the hard nub between his index and thumb, giving it a very light twist, smoothing over it with his fingertips right after.

Her question had him looking up again, gaze darker. He knew he was getting aroused already, but he figured if anything she'd find that exciting more so than anything. "You can... touch me all you like. Wherever you like."

The way he touched her nipple elicited a light moan from her. She had never known that to be a source of pleasure.

With his permission, Mary brushed her hand down over his chest to the hard muscles of his abdomen. She felt each of them carefully before moving lower to his groin. Her fingers gently touched along his shaft, feeling that he was already hard. The skin itself was soft though. She gazed down at her hand under the water, as she cupped him gently.

He was glad to know there was still plenty he could show her, that there were yet a lot of things for her to learn and realize about being intimate with someone. Her past experience hadn't scarred her completely either, and Steve for one was very glad for that.

His hand stilled for a moment as he focused on her own touch, eyes closing when her hand reached his groin and she lightly traced his length. Exhaling shakily, he moved his hand to her side, letting it slide lower down her waist, thumb brushing across her hipbone, fingers folding so his knuckles drew across the line of her thigh and groin.

It had made her cautious, certainly, but the difference was that she was falling in love with Steve. Mary always had the expectation that it would be different with the man she was in love with.

She watched how he reacted to her touch, the way he exhaled in satisfaction. She didn't wish to touch him for too long though and his own hand was distracting. Her hand moved up to rest on his hip. Every pass of his fingers on her skin made her shiver with anticipation.

"You're so gentle.."

It worked for the best, honestly, because as much as Steve liked having her touch him, it was also very distracting, even light and aimless touches such as hers. This way he could focus on what he doing himself, and he blinked his eyes and looked up at her, a small smile on his lips. "Didn't you expect me to be?"

His fingers dipped between her legs in the meantime, not quite touching her yet but curling on her inner thigh instead.

"Of course..." It was a silly observation now that she thought of it. Why would he be anything but gentle with her?

Mary gasped lightly and felt her desire rise as his fingers moved on to more sensitive flesh. "I'm falling in love with you." Maybe now wasn't the time to admit that, but she felt that she had to tell him before she burst. She couldn't keep it in any longer.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject