Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Ah.”
I drop my hand and look at her.
“I’m a mess,” she says. “That’s why I was laughing.”
“I could give you a bath.”
“Okay.”
I start walking toward the castle when she tugs on my arm.
“No, no.” She points to the outside bath, in the middle of the garden over by the gazebo.
“What?” I’m amazed and very excited all at the same time.
“Why not?”
She walks over to the old porcelain bathtub, and I go over to the where the hose is hooked up to the golden faucet and turn it on; it drips around the hose onto the ground, lovely cool water hitting my palm.
I drag the hose over to the tub, and it snakes along in the tall grass to where she is once again taking off that dress.
“Here, sweetheart,” I say, offering my hand. I take her dress and carefully place it on the bench so it doesn’t get any messier than it is. I look at her, and I’m offered the gorgeous view of her backside. The moonlight hits her skin just right. I pick up the hose and douse her with it, and she cackles out loud and covers her breasts.
“It’s cold,” she says.
“What did you expect?”
“Maybe if we both got in, we could warm it up with our body temperatures,” she suggests innocently.
“That’s a thought,” I say, already taking off my jogging pants. “And we all know I do need a bath.”
“Yes, you’re disgusting,” she laughs. She picks up the hose and starts to fill the tub. I can feel the cool mist coming up from the water as it starts to fill to the rim. I get the bottle of wine and place it by the tub, considering what’s missing that could perfect this glorious night.
“We only need candles,” I suggest.
“We don’t need candles, Vincent,” she says. “We have the fireflies and the stars.” She lifts her little foot and places it in the tub, and I get in with her. The tub is small; it’s nothing fancy, but there’s just room enough for the both of us to squeeze in to it.
I laugh as she wriggles her ass between my thighs, the swell of her cheek brushing against my cock.
“Now, now behave yourself, princess,” I say. “Mind your manners.”
“You mind your manners,” she says. “You know what? We don’t have any soap.”
“It’s okay.”
“What will we use to get clean?” she asks.
I reach down for the wine bottle and watch her face explode with surprise as I douse some wine into the tub.
“Vincent, how shamelessly decadent” she says with wide eyes, watching a red cloud form in the clean, crisp, cold water.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she cackles.
“Why not?” I say. Our bodies have been soaked by rain, the purest cold water from the hose, and now wine.
I splash it on my face.
“Is wine good for your pores?” she wonders.
“Oh, it’s heavenly for them,” I say. I don’t really know, I’m just talking nonsense. But what an amazing night, and I really don’t want it to end.
“You’re so full of shit,” Isadora laughs. “But you’re funny, so it is worth it.”
I look at Isadora and her breasts have a pink tint about them from the wine. I stretch out my long legs and put my feet around her on the rim of the tub. I wonder if I have big toes.
“Do I have nice feet?” I ask.
She turns and looks at them.
“They seem so big right now,” I say.
“Monstrous.”
“No really,” I say. “Do you like them?” I know Nathan has nice feet, she’s said this before. I mean, I’ve never really thought about feet before that much, let along my own.
“I think they’re great. Feet are funny. I feel like we take them for granted. We use them all the time.”
“Do they smell?” I wonder, sticking a foot in her face. She laughs and gets up on her hands and knees.
“Oh, you are going to get it,” she says, with a mean gleam of a smile.
“I should hope so,” I chuckle. She has the bottle of wine in her hand, mischief flaring in her eyes.
“Hey, don’t…” before I can finish the sentence—don’t waste the wine—she pours it on my head. I shut my eyes as the precious liquid runs down my face and into the water. We’re now a sticky mess, and sort of smell like wet bread.
My foot drops into the water, and I place my toes between her legs. She shuts her eyes and moans, and I can’t even believe what I’m about to do. She moves against me, and I push my big toe inside of her.
“Vincent,” she mewls.
“You like my feet now?” I ask.
“Yes…” She shuts her eyes tight and I run my foot around her inner thighs.
She giggles and turns, straddling my lap. My cock makes an appearance out of the grayish/pinkish water and she looks at it awe.