thequitecontrary | A Bath and More

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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.

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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.

His hand stilled where it was, curling a hint tighter as he looked surprised to hear those words. Not unpleasantly so, though, and soon after he was smiling warmly at her, tipping his head closer to kiss her on the lips.

"I love you, Mary," he answered back, not the least bit reluctant to admit it. Honestly, he didn't even know why he hadn't said it before, but if there was ever a perfect time to do it, then this was it.

"Steve," she whispered before pulling him back in for another kiss. Her hand cupped his cheek and when their lips parted, she gazed into his beautiful eyes. Mary grinned, having never felt so light before in her life. In that moment, none of the things that might keep them apart mattered to her at all.

She shifted, parting her knees slightly so that he could continue touching her.

Admittedly, the things that might keep them apart had never really mattered much to Steve. Then again she likely was confronted with those things more often than he was, or she simply was more aware of them. To him, all that mattered was that they cared for each other and wanted to be together. Nothing else could ever be as important as that.

Brushing his nose against hers, he planted soft pecks on her lips, his hand slowly moving farther up. His fingertips brushed against her hairs, carefully dipping past her folds, touching the warm flesh in a tender touch.

She gasped when she felt his fingers make contact with her most intimate place. Mary was trembling from anticipation and excitement. She distracted herself with the small kisses that he was giving her. Was he going to put his fingers inside of her? Whatever he did, she knew that he would make sure she was comfortable and that it didn't hurt.

Steve almost stilled when she let out that gasp, but as she didn't make a move nor say a word in protest, he didn't pull away, and calmly resumed his touches. Slow for now, as he let her get adjusted to the feeling of someone else touching her, the pads of his index and middle fingers dipped lower between her legs, brushing across her opening, but then moved farther up her slit, dragging some of her fluids and slicking her up so his fingers moved more smoothly against her.

Mary wasn't used to having anyone's fingers there, so the touch was a bit of a shock at first. It felt good though and she tried to relax in the warm water.

There was a spot that she knew felt particularly good when touched. Steve's fingers brushed against it and she let out a soft, "Oh..."

That quiet reaction let him know he had found just the spot he was aiming for. Giving her a few seconds, he moved towards it again, this time letting his fingers roll over the same spot in circling motions. His other hand slid down her back the best he could manage, smoothing over the curve of her backside and lightly cupping the flesh there.

He wished he could touch her more, touch her all over, but given their current situation, this was the most he could do. Maybe once they got out of the bath, he hoped, she wouldn't be opposed to moving to the bed instead.

Mary inhaled as Steve focused on that one spot, his fingers moving in slow circles around it. Her hips moved gently along with his hand as she could feel her pleasure starting to build.

"There..." she whispered, burying her head on the crook of his neck. "That feels good."

Steve breathed in slowly when he felt Mary move and push her hips up gently against his hand, trying not to get too excited or carried away. His hand kept moving just as slowly, stroking the soft flesh, the pads of his fingers rubbing and working at that same sensitive spot, wanting to build up her pleasure.

"You're so warm, Mary," he murmured softly into her hair, lips resting against her hairline. "You feel wonderful."

She whispered his name, her eyes closing as she focused on how good his hand felt - much better than her own had. "More..." she found herself saying, her hips bucking back against his hand. Mary pulled her head back and looked up at him, a bit embarrassed that she had asked.

Steve, on the other hand, didn't find it the least bit discouraging. If anything he was glad and excited to hear her ask for what she wanted, and with a soft shivered breath, he let his fingers glide down her slit, prodding at her opening before he pushed one single digit inside, curling it lightly and testing her reaction with a few slow, shallow thrusts. The heel of his thumb pressed against the rest of her in the meantime, still offering some friction and relief to that spot where she felt most pleasure.

Mary held her breath when he pushed his finger inside of her. Fortunately there was only a tiny amount of pain as she grew accustomed to the feeling of it. She was wet enough to take him, and grew wetter still. When he started moving his finger, she moaned and spread her legs a bit more. Her fingers traced the muscles in his abdomen and chest as the pleasure grew. She had no intentions of telling him to stop now.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Steve forced himself to stay still, the hand on her ass lightly squeezing the flesh again. His finger worked its way in and out of her at a slow but steady pace, pushing just a hint deeper when he felt her relax around the intrusion. Even with the water, he could still feel her getting wetter from his touch alone, and it encouraged him to work her more insistently, thumb moving so the heel rubbed against her clit.

It felt good. So good. It wasn't much longer until Mary felt herself being drawn up to the heights of pleasure. Her hips ground back against his hand and she looked up into his eyes.

"Steve.. I-I think I'm going to..."

It was starting to become too much and Mary could feel that she was close to falling apart.

Her words served to reassure him of what he felt already, that she was close to reaching her climax. Letting out a soft whimper of his own, he made sure to keep up that same pace, neither slowing down nor getting carried away and picking up speed, or she might lose her momentum. His head tipped just so and his gaze fell down between them, trying to catch a glimpse of her body as she moved her hips against him, legs spread wide as his hand rubbed against her, finger pushing into her tight heat.

"I've got you, Mary," he practically purred, his own breath a little labored as he kissed her temple. "Let go... let me hear you."

After a few more seconds, something seemed to crest inside of her and she hit her peak. Her muscles spasmed around his finger and she cried out for him, a sweet moan of pleasure that rang off the walls of the bathroom. Mary's grip on his shoulder tightened and she pressed her lips to his wet flesh. It was a feeling like she had never experienced before.

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