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A Lifetime in One Moment

Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.6, Source: sexstories.com

said pointing at the cabinet. "I am going to run you a bath." She walked to the other corner where there was a massive, claw-footed enamel and cast iron tub with old-fashioned piping and brass faucets. She placed a stopper in the tub and turned on the water. I didn't know what to do next. She stood in front of me. "Here, give me your clothes." I took off my shirt. "Come on, shorts too. I'll throw your clothes in the wash." I took off my shorts and handed them to her. She looked down at my erection, then looked in my eyes and smiled. A pause. "Thank you," she said finally. "For...?" For what? For having an erection? "For being here today." She turned and left the room, my shorts and her dead husband's T-shirt in hand. I stood motionless for a moment. I felt good – comfortable and calm. I looked down at my erection and smiled. I brushed my teeth and got into the steamy hot water. I was about to turn off the faucets when there was a tap at the door. "Can I come in?" she asked sweetly. "Of course." It is your house, I thought. She came over to the tub with a bottle and poured a few capfuls of liquid into the churning water. "Bubble bath?" I asked "Skin-So-Soft. You will like it. Trust me." She turned off the faucets and gently swirled her hand over the top of the water. She took a stool from against the wall and set it behind the tub. "Here, I'll rub your shoulders and scrub your back," she offered, settling in behind me. The treated water made my skin slippery smooth, ... something like oil, but clean, not greasy at all. Her hands felt marvelous on my shoulders and neck. She pushed me gently forward and rubbed my back with a washcloth. She took her time. Just when I was completely relaxed, she pulled me back and stroked my hair. "Here, lean back your head and I will give you a hot lather shave." I did as I was told. I heard her run the water in the sink, the clank of equipment being removed from the cabinet. The shaving cream was warm when she spread it on my face. I closed my eyes. The straight razor was sharp and it glided effortlessly over the contours of my chin. "A guy could get used to this kind of treatment," I uttered through the soapy lather, tasting it. "Shhh," she whispered. "Just relax." She wiped the razor on a towel after each pass, and then she cleaned my face with a piping hot washcloth. "There," she exclaimed proudly running her fingers over my cheek. "Softer than a baby's bottom." She went to the front of the tub and pulled the stopper. "Am I through?" I started to whine. "Not yet." She turned on the hot water, stood up, and without the slightest hesitation let her robe fall to the floor. She faced me and my eyes devoured her. A soft, downy triangle of strawberry blonde pubic hair, her graceful limbs, the perfect shape of her plump breasts, her long, elegant neck: in that hazy, curtain-filtered light she was a vision of feminine beauty, and gazing at her, I felt like a grateful and undeserving child. "Okay, make some room for me." I ...