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couldn‘t make the last step. ‘Please, touch me,’
she begged.
    ‘All in due course,’ he soothed her, ‘Just a
few minutes more.’ He somehow found another long rugby sock and
fastened it around her mouth, blunting her pleas.
    He was taking so much pleasure, but she was
receiving it too. She wanted to sit back on him, take him deeper
but he controlled her totally.
    Eventually he quickened again behind her, and
leant forward, a hand grasped a breast, another scissored around
her clit. The combination shot her over the edge and she screamed
into a convenient pillow and he grunted into her, several times,
collapsing on her and rolling to the side.
     
     
    ‘Wow,’ said Sian around her loose gag.
    ‘Wow indeed,’ agreed Rob. ‘Here, let me untie
you.’
    He efficiently removed the gag and the ties
holding her wrists. ‘Sorry about that, they are clean though.’
    She laughed, ‘From the washing pile?’
    ‘Yep.’ They both snickered and looked at the
clothes still strewn on the floor.
    A growl from her stomach interrupted, ‘Oh,
excuse me,’ she blushed.
    Rob groaned, ‘I can’t believe I haven’t fed
you.’
    Sian laughed, ‘I think I need to clean up
first.’ She felt sticky all over. Great, but sticky all over. She
wriggled and stretched, hands running down her body.
    ‘Oh god, please don’t start me off again.’ He
pushed against her and she felt renewed interest. ‘I’m like a
bloody teenager again. Move whenever you’re able to.’
    Surprisingly, Sian felt like jumping up and
did so. She bustled into the bathroom, grabbing the green towel
from earlier and within seconds was soaping up under the hot spray.
The shower gel she smoothed over her breasts smelled like Rob, and
reminded her of earlier moments. It took several lathers and taking
the shower off the hook to clean off her tender parts. Once clean,
she leant back against the wall and let the spray relax her.
    ‘Room for two?’ Rob was bemusedly watching
her from the door, a navy towel slung over his shoulder. At her
nod, he stepped into the bathtub to join her, sliding past and
grabbing the gel. He squeezed a dollop out and began lathering up
his chest.
    The tub wasn’t very wide, with every sweep he
brushed against her. She liked it, watching him, following the
tracks of water down his body. He took particular care soaping his
cock and balls.
    ‘Do my back? Please?’
    She silently acquiesced, taking the gel from
him and rubbing his back. Her hands ran over his muscles, loving
the solidness of him. He turned back to face her and her hands
continued to soap his chest.
    ‘Glad I tied you; you scraped the hell out of
my back last time.’
    Sian stared at her soapy errant fingers and
blushed, ‘Oops.’
    ‘I’ll certainly have to tie you up and gag
again, you looked so hot. Bondage, spanking, a little more
experimentation, you enjoy it all.’ There was a hint of cruelty to
his smile.
    Sian‘s heart dropped, ‘You make me sound like
a…’ All of a sudden she felt terribly exposed, utterly naked in
body and mind. And stupid, so terribly stupid.
    As he stuck his face under the shared spray,
she turned away, stepping out of the bath and grabbing a towel to
swiftly dry off.
    ‘I didn’t mean…’ Rob must have realised he’d
said the wrong thing, but was stuck rinsing soap from his face.
    Sian plastered a rueful grin on her face,
‘Don’t worry, I know what you mean.’
    She escaped the steamy bathroom and pulled
her bra and dress back on. Fiddling with her phone didn't alleviate
her nerves. She was straightening the sheets on the bed when it
occurred to her, what was keeping her there? He was still in the
shower. How was the evening going to end? Nerves hit and before she
knew it, she had grabbed her belongings, yanked on the boots and
was tiptoeing out of the door just as the shower cut off.
    By sheer luck, there was a bus stop right by
the entrance to the block of flats, and a bus was drawing up
outside. She jumped on,