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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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.

He held his breath in as he both felt and heard her orgasm, hand moving fast against her, then slowing into a softer and smoother pace as she started to climb down from her peak. His cheek pressed against her forehead and he closed his eyes for a moment, burying his finger into her and staying there for a few seconds before pulling out in one single motion, hand catching her waist.

Swallowing dryly, he tipped his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then down to her cheek, urging her to look up so he could kiss her on the lips. "I take it that felt good."

Mary kissed his mouth for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers. When she pulled back, she was grinning against his mouth.

"That felt incredible," she said. Mary felt lightheaded and dizzy with pleasure as a warmth settled throughout her body. She had never known that it could be like that. In this moment, she loved Steve more than ever.

He mirrored her grin, though he wasn't particularly worried about her not enjoying that. It had been more than clear that it had felt good to her— more than good, even. He was also glad for that, that she wasn't reluctant to express her own pleasure.

"You felt incredible, too," he murmured, washing his hand off in the water before lifting it up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you... you want to move to bed?"

Mary wanted to readily accept, though the reality of the situation gave her pause. She furrowed her brow.

"I do, but... I cannot get pregnant, Steve."

If she was going to marry him, that was not the manner in which she wanted it to occur - as a forced conclusion because she was with child. Mary wanted to give her family time to know and accept him instead of having them resent him for getting her pregnant out of wedlock.

That gave him a bit of pause, and for more than one reason. He knitted his eyebrows at first, then let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"I don't mean— we don't have to do anything more than this, Mary. I'm perfectly happy with just touching you right now." Even if he might be going a little mad with how badly he wanted her right now, he could cope with it. He certainly wouldn't force her or so much as try to persuade her into doing something she wasn't ready to.

However, the way she said it implied something else entirely. Like the only thing stopping her was the possibility that she might get pregnant— and he definitely had a solution for that.

"But if you want to, I have a way for us to... do more," he said, licking his lips a little awkwardly. "I have condoms. Rubber sheathes," he added, figuring she must have at least heard of them, even if never seen or made use of one.

"Oh," she said, her eyes widening a bit. Mary had indeed heard of those, but had never seen any before. "And they... work?"

She had to admit, his finger felt good inside of her, and she wanted to feel more of him. That experience had been much better than her first one. Mary gazed down at him to see that he was already half hard. "I want to please you too. You've been so good to me." She leaned in to kiss his lips. "I think I'm ready."

Steve smiled lopsidedly at her question, tipping his head a little. "Yes, I should hope so." Or else it seemed a little pointless that anyone would use them. He at least never had any issues.

"If you want to, Mary, then... I'd like that very much," he said softly, closing his eyes as he returned her kiss. "I'll make you feel good, too."

There wasn't much doubt in her mind that he would make her feel good. Steve had already proven that. If she didn't have to worry about pregnancy, then she was ready to have sex with him.

Mary nodded and kissed him again. "I want you to make love to me." She wanted to be able to explore his body as he had hers.

Smiling against her lips, his nose bumped lightly against hers, hands nudging gently at her waist. Her words only made him more excited and eager to do more, and that definitely wasn't going to happen while they were still in the bath. "Get up, then. Bed's far more comfortable." And she was lying partly on top of him, so she'd need to get out of the tub before him.

Mary gave him one last kiss before sitting up and then carefully getting out of the tub. She reached out to him in order to help him up as well.

Once they were both out, she reached for a towel to dry off. Drawing him in, she found herself kissing his mouth again. Now that they had been together, she found that she didn't want to stop touching him.

Though he took her hand, he got to his feet with ease, his other hand propped on the edge of the tub, then he climbed out. He didn't mind the wet floor much, and once he was standing outside of the tub, he pulled the plug from it, then fetched another towel to dry himself off too.

He kept close to Mary all the while, admittedly distracted by all the kisses but he sure wasn't about to complain. Humming softly, he finished drying off his back and hair, then dropped his towel on the floor and reached out to help her finish up a little faster.

Her hair was still mostly pinned up, and while he helped her dry off, she began to take the pins out. Slowly, brown curls dropped to her shoulders. She placed the pins on the bathroom counter, then led him back into the bedroom.

Mary was still nervous for this encounter, even though Steve had made her feel very comfortable. She sat on the bed and turned, getting a full look at the front of him naked. This time she did not hide her eyes or look away.

He watched with a sort of awe as her long hair fell down her shoulders, one of his hands brushing lightly down the length of the strands. Taking her hand, he followed her quietly to the bedroom, then stepped closer once she sat down.

Cupping her face in his hands, he leaned down to kiss her, letting out a soft hum against her lips as he climbed onto the bed on his knees.

She wasn't quite sure what to do. Mary watched him as he got on the bed next to her, her eyes lingering on one part in particular. Was she staring? And was that okay?

Mary moved so that she was lying down next to him on her side. The bed wasn't very big, but it would be enough space for them to do what they wanted.

"May I touch you?" She asked.

It would be a little strange not to stare, right now. They were both completely naked and getting into bed together; if she had no desire to look at him then they really shouldn't be doing this. Steve for one seemed as unbothered by having her gaze on him as could be, if anything he seemed pleased to find her staring so openly.

Lying down while facing her, he slid a hand up her arm, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"Yes," he smiled, fingers stroking across her cheek and lips. "You can touch me all you want."

Mary was tentative at first, her fingers gently moving through the slight amount of hair on his chest. She touched the muscles of his abdomen and stomach, so very unlike her own. She had never been able to explore a man's body like this before.

Her hand paused before moving lower, wanting to make sure that it was alright. Realistically, she knew her hesitance was silly, since she had already touched him there and he hadn't minded. It was mostly due to her own propriety. Eventually, her hand smoothed down his groin and then over his shaft, getting a better feel for it than she had while they were in the tub.

Wetting his lips and swallowing dryly, Steve closed his eyes a moment in a bid to keep himself calm and collected. Even the faintest touch of her hands on his skin was driving him mad right now, but he didn't want to rush her either. He wanted her to take as much time as she needed or wanted to get used to him, to make herself comfortable with the intimacy of the moment, to explore and learn him the way he had her in that bath.

When her hand reached his groin, though, it was impossible for him not to react. Inhaling sharply, he let out a soft whimper, his hand dropping to her arm and curling there just a hint. His knees shifted slightly apart, his back tensing and hips swaying faintly on the bed.

Mary stilled her hand, wondering if she was touching him wrongly. From the look on his face, it did not seem to be that way. She continued, curling her fingers around his cock. It was quickly hardening fully, and Mary was a bit fascinated by it. Her hand moved down further to cup his balls. Again, the skin was soft.

"I think you're beautiful," she said quietly.

He would have promptly told her to keep going if she showed any signs of stopping, but as it was it didn't seem like he had to. He breathed in soft little pants as her hand touched along his cock, purring again when her fingers slid farther down and cupped his balls.

"God, Mary," he moaned softly, leaning in closer to press his lips to hers in a featherlight kiss. His hand dropped down to join hers, guiding her to grip around his erection and stroke him more properly. "Keep touching me."

Her breath caught slightly when he moved her hand back. She was more than happy to touch him in the manner that he wanted though. With her fingers wrapped around him in a loose fist, she began to move her hand up and down his cock. Watching his face and the way he reacted to her touch was fascinating to her.

He breathed a sigh of relief against her lips as she followed his directions. His own hand curled around the head of his cock, squeezing a little tighter, a soft relieved groan spilling from his lips as he finally started to feel some relief on the frustration that had only grown over the past few weeks.

Not that it would last much longer, because Mary was naked and right there on his bed, and God... he wanted so much more. Wanted to have her completely. And now that she wanted it too, this would never be enough.

Mary watched him, a bit surprised to see him touch himself in front of her, though she did not find it unarousing. She continued moving her hand, keeping her pace. How much longer would he last though?

"Steve..." she said tentatively, "do you want me to keep going?" What little she knew of men, they seemed to tire after orgasm. If he wanted her to finish him this way though, she would.

"Yes," he breathed the answer thoughtlessly, immediately followed by a soft little whine. "No... no. Stop— hold on."

He took his hand from the head of his cock, settling it near her wrist instead, and gently tugged her hand away. Lifting it up, he kissed her fingertips, then across her palm, down to the inside of her wrist and along the length of her arm. "I want you. I want you so badly, Mary..."

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