“Well, come on.” He walked into the bathroom and I swallowed the abundant amount of saliva that was collecting in my mouth. I started peeling off my cat-suit—my lucky cat-suit. I gave myself a smug look in the mirror. I had scored with Dawn Taylor. Next time I want to totally eliminate her.
Azmir yelled out from the bathroom, “Your shampoos are in here, correct?” breaking me from my reverie.
“Errr…Yeah,” I replied.
A part of me was apprehensive about getting into the shower with a naked Azmir. What if I got aroused as I always did by it? Would he turn me away after having seen and smelled me over the past two days? I could never survive rejection from him. I decided it was too late, there was nothing that I could do at that point, so I went into the bathroom to step into the shower.
The bathroom had started to steam, but I could still see his tall chocolate frame standing near the toiletry rack where he held my shampoo bottle. I nodded my head in agreement and he waved for me to come nearer. My heart rate accelerated and instantly I had no doubt that my sexual appetite had returned.
Azmir’s hands were divine on my scalp. He massaged it firmly, but not too rough. A few moans escaped during his treatment. Even Adrian’s miracle hands had nothing on Azmir’s. He washed my hair twice and then applied conditioner. I couldn’t believe that he even went the length of combing the conditioner through before rinsing it.
“Turn around,” he commanded after he was done with the comb. I regrettably knew it was time for him to rinse me and this unbearably pleasurable experience would be over. I turned to face him as he asked, and for the first time since the initial shampoo application, I opened my eyes. As Azmir’s arms were extended, working his deft fingers in my hair, I saw his chest muscles flex at every movement. His abdomen muscles were perfectly pronounced. I could never tire from experiencing the sight of him in the nude. Immediately, he caught my ogling, making me self-consciously embarrassed for sneaking a peek at him. He flashed his coochie-creaming smile and I was done.
“Somebody’s excited,” he sang teasingly, gesturing to my hardened nipples, causing me to cover them with my hands.
Why did I suddenly feel so shy? I guess it’s because usually when Azmir and I are naked in front of each other it is well known that we’re going to make love, but on this rare occasion it wasn’t expected. I was afraid to be forward, fearing rebuff. Then I thought if Azmir was so disgusted by me he wouldn’t put himself in a situation to be naked with me. As he rinsed my conditioner out he massaged the back of my head, firmly gripping my lower skull and thumbing behind my ears. It reminded me of what he did when I went down on him.
Suddenly my modesty felt silly and I dropped my hands from breasts. I was surprised when I hit his very long, very thick, very hard, and very erect penis. My mouth dropped as I instantly lost control of my breathing and my eyes shot up to his face.
He didn’t look me in the face when he coolly and slowly murmured, “Calm down, Brimm. I am a thirty-seven year old man. I can’t help my reaction to you, but I can certainly control my actions. You’re ill. I would never take advantage of your weakened state.”
How did he know I didn’t want him to take advantage of me? At that point, I was prepared to take advantage of him!
“I am going to wash your body now. Okay?”
My words failed me and all I could do was nod my head. He took his time scrubbing soapy bubbles over my body including my now sunken belly. I really need to step on a scale. Although I’d still experienced pain in some areas, the nerve endings embedded in my skin were overly–sensitive to his gentle contact. It was as if his touch dulled the pain. When he was done, I asked to wash him returning the favor, but he wasn’t too keen on the idea.
“Brimm, I’m not sure I can handle that. You’re still fragile. I could feel your wincing at my trace.” Little did he know those winces were of pleasure.