0 comments/ 11167 views/ 1 favorites The Tub By: LadyDarcy Author's note: Credit for this story idea needs to be given to a dear friend who has unwittingly provided the fodder for many fantasies and whom, I hope, will continue to do so for a long time. * * * * * For quite some time, Richard had interspersed our conversations with dreams of his ideal house. The verbal pictures he painted were quite vivid and contained the slightest details. One of these ideas involved a bathtub. Richard maintained that tubs were never designed for comfort of or the size of a modern man. Our friendly discussions sometimes included sexual fantasies or experiences. One of my most favorite involves sex in water: a lake, a pool, a shower, and even a large tub. Naturally, Richard maintained sex in the tub was a ludicrous idea, because tubs were just too small. He described his perfect tub; a large, old, metal, fee-standing tub and I joked I would get one for his birthday. As luck you have it, a friend purchased an old house, badly in need of renovation. One of the items to be removed was just the tub Richard had described, cast iron and weighing what seemed to be a ton. Donnie wasn't sure how he was going to dispose of the old monstrosity, but with a little convincing on my part, including begging the use of his truck, I had acquired the tub. The morning of Richard's birthday, I cleaned the tub up. Donnie and I loaded it in his truck with a dolly and some wooden planks. I added a large red florist's bow and took a box that contained a Looney Tune character towel and washcloth, a loofah sponge, a bottle of bubble bath, a rubber ducky, and soap on a rope in the shape of female breasts. I also packed a birthday cake and headed over to Richard's. I thought nothing could beat the look on Richard's face as I dragged him from the house to see his present. His expression was a mixture of shocked surprise and outright laughter. He removed his car from the garage and I backed the truck up. With some difficulty, we unloaded the tub and it came to rest in the center of his garage. We were too hot and sweaty to move it much farther. He ooo'd and aww'd as he examined the antique. I placed the box of bath stuff in the tub and handed him the cake. "Happy Birthday," I wished him. "I have to get Donnie's truck back to him, though." "Come back and we can have cake," Richard insisted. "Will be back in half an hour," I promised. "Oh good!' he said sarcastically. "You get me hot and sweaty and then leave me. What am I supposed to do now?" he laughed. "Take a bath!" I shot back, as I climbed in the truck. The day was hot and muggy and I was relieved to trade Donnie's old truck for my car with air conditioning. My shirt was sticking to me and I felt like I needed a shower. Describing Richard's reaction to Donnie delayed me a bit and it was closer to an hour before I pulled into his driveway and parked behind his car. The garage door was still open, but I couldn't see in with the glare of the sun. I yelled and Richard's voice boomed from the garage "In here." I entered the garage and as my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I saw Richard sitting in the tub, with water up to his armpits. The yellow rubber duck was bobbing among bubbles! And the soap on the rope dangled from Richard's neck. I started laughing so hard, the tears were rolling down my face and I couldn't talk. "Aren't you going to scrub my back?" Richard asked impishly, offering me the sponge. Grabbing the sponge with one hand, I dabbed bubbles on his nose with the other. Richard leaned forward and I moved to the end of the tub, giving his shoulders a few light rubs with the sponge. I was still laughing. "Quit laughing and scrub!" Richard demanded. I scrubbed harder and worked my way down his back. My arm was immersed until the hem of the short sleeve was wet. "All squeaky clean," I announced, moving back to the side of the tub. "Now the front?" he asked, showing off his booby soap. "I can't believe you filled it with water!" I exclaimed. Richard playfully splashed some of the water in my face. "Stop!" I giggled, even though the cool water felt wonderful. Richard splashed me again, with enough water to wet my hair and the front of my shirt. I splashed him back. Richard grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, kissing me. We had been good friends for some time, but never had he kissed me with more than a peck on the cheek. He broke the kiss to look at me and I did nothing to discourage him. He kissed me again, pulling me closer to him until I was leaning into the tub, bubbles tickling my arms and my shirt becoming soaked. The cool water felt good on my hot, sticky skin. "Come here," he murmured, pulling me into the tub. As the water sloshed over the top, I slid groaning in the tub, fully dressed, with my sneakers on. Richard's hand quickly slid the shirt over my head. My hand, still holding the sponge, traveled from his broad shoulders to his muscular chest covered by the water. I straddled him, with water almost up to my neck and scrubbed his chest, his hands on my ribs. Neither of us said anything for what seemed like hours. "Your turn," Richard mumbled, taking the sponge from me. I looked into his warm, brown eyes, as he unclasped my bra and slid it off me. The water covered my breasts but I knew the coolness had aroused my nipples. He lightly stroked my tits with the sponge. Then he stroked one breast with his free hand, teasing and gently pinching the nipple until I moaned quietly. I could feel his hard erection beneath me. "Squeaky clean," he mimicked. His hands on my waist, he raised me until my nipple was even with his mouth and licked the bubbles from me. Devouring my breast, I had to balance myself with my hands on his shoulders. "The shoes have got to go," he teased, pulling the sneakers from my feet and tossing them with a wet slap on the concrete floor. I took a deep breath and submerged to find his cock at attention. Quickly surrounding it with my lips, I blew a mouthful of air bubbles out. I felt Richard jump and his hands pulled me to the surface. "Just trying to blow out the birthday candle," I teased coyishly. His arms wrapped around me, we kissed again. Jointly we removed my shorts and panties. Richard's fingers gently explored me, eliciting gasps as he rubbed my clit or slid his finger inside of me. I had my hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly, feeling it pulse. The closer I came to orgasm, the more I wanted to feel him inside of me. Unable to wait any longer, I positioned myself over his cock and slid him inside of me. Rocking slowly on him, I built up a rhythm as his breathing increased. I felt myself start to come and grabbed his shoulders tightly. His hands were on my hips, pistoning me until I exploded around him. I could tell the spasms around his cock had him close to coming too. He shoved himself harder and deeper inside of me, until he stiffened and I felt him explode with hot gushes. "Happy Birthday," I whispered, cuddled on his shoulder as we recovered. The Tub When I first saw that big, old tub at the flea market, I just thought it was kind of interesting. You didn't see many of these around any more. Out of curiosity, I looked it over, and it seemed to be in good shape. It was then that a devilish part of my brain began to suggest some creative uses for the tub. And then my brain put you in the tub, and things progressed rapidly from there. Five minutes later, I owned the tub. Smiling to myself, I imagined the possibilities. It took me a weekend to install the plumbing for the tub, sitting in the corner of the basement. It took my weekends for another two months to encase the area around the tub the way I wanted it, making the wooden top flush with the top of the big tub. And then adding ceramic tile. You thought I was just building in another bathroom. But this one was special. I worked on that bathroom, making everything perfect. I added a toilet and sink and some cupboards. I put in some interesting looking hardware around the tub, and above it attached to the thick wooden beam I'd installed overhead. When you looked at it, you thought it was a regular tub and shower, just with a few things you couldn't identify. It looked like there was something not quite right about it; something was missing from the arrangement. The Tub It took a little while before either of us said anything. "Honey, I love you. And I love this tub," you said, giggling as my hands absentmindedly rubbed your belly. "Me too," I replied, as I hugged you tight and enjoyed the warmth of our bodies. The Tub I hurried in and started getting things ready. I knew you would be there soon, and wanted everything to be perfect. I had stopped at the florist and picked up some white blooming flowers, jasmine, tuberose, gardenia. The fragrance filled the house. The table was already set with candles, china and crystal, and the wine was chilling in a silver bucket. Dinner had been carefully prepared and was ready to be served. I went through the house leaving some flowers in each room, and lighting candles, all jasmine scented, filling each room with an intoxicating aroma. I had candles surrounding the tub, and another bottle of wine chilling in the bathroom. Then, I started at the door with a trail of clothing articles. One stocking in the entry way, one stocking in the doorway of the dining room, white lace panties in the hall way, white lace bra in the door to the bathroom, blue combing coat on the floor by the tub. And I was waiting for you there in the tub, nearly covered with bubbles, no light except the glow from the candles, fragrance of the white flowers permeating the room. I wanted to heighten all your senses. You had stopped and gathered the silky clothes along the path, and were caressing their softness in your hands as you stood in the doorway, your eyes piercing mine, your body still, not moving a muscle. You said "what's for dinner?" I told you that you would have to join me to find out. Instantly, moving only your hands and arms, you began to undress dloely, your eyes never leaving mine. You had a slight smile on your lips. You said, "But, I'm hungry, and the table looks ready for us to eat." I said "No, silly, that's the main course, I thought you needed an appetizer first." I heard a low, growling chuckle build in your throat as you finally freed yourself of your shirt and tie. Still, your eyes never moved from mine. I watched as you began to unbuckle your belt, and licked my lips as you let your slacks fall. Then you where there in the doorway, wearing only your boxers. I could see that you were beginning to get excited and I smiled. You still kept your eyes riveted on mine, as you walked toward the tub, removing your boxers and stepping free from them just as you reached the tub. "When will your husband get home?' you asked. "He'll be gone for two days, and will be back on Monday, we have plenty of time." You smiled and started to step into the tub. "God, I love tubs that are large enough for two," you said. I sat up to make room for you to join me, and my breasts came out, resting just at the top level of the water, my nipples were hard and wet, with bubbles slithering down them. As you stepped your other foot into the tub, you said "Mm, nice,” and you reached down with your finger, tilted my chin up, and then let your finger slide down my neck, stopping to finesse my nipple. I arched my back and laid my head back and said "Mm, you know how much I like that." Then, you were on your knees in the tub, between my legs. Your hands were soapy from the bubble bath, and you cupped my breasts, tweaking the hard nipples with your thumbs and forefingers, as your mouth crashed down on mine. Your mouth took complete possession of mine, your tongue probing my lips apart, casting, plunging, in and out, hot, hard, wet, while your fingers continued their exquisite torture of my nipples. My hands came up and went around your head, my wet fingers entangling in your hair, pulling you closer, forcing your tongue deeper into my hot, yielding mouth. My tongue was probing back at yours, lunging, mating with yours, giving a preview of the probing and thrusting our bodies would do soon. Our mouths were making love to each other, hot, passionate, hungry. Then, you withdrew your mouth from mine and looked into my eyes. You said "I love how dark your eyes get when you are aroused, they look like green fire. It turns me on to know that you lust after me like this." Then, your mouth fell to my left breast. You kissed its dark peak gently and then covered it completely with your lips, sucking, nibbling, flicking your tongue over it. I gasped for breath and pulled you closer. You captured the nipple in your teeth, and pulled back, stretching in out, as you squeezed the base of my breast and moved it from side to side. You let it pop out of your mouth, and then immediately took it back in. You did this over and over, for what seemed like an eternity. I was moaning softly, encouraging you, saying "Suck it baby, bite it, oh, yes, just like that, do it again and again, yes, bite it, bite it, oh yes, make it ache for you.” Then, you serviced the other breast just the same, making my nipples red and swollen with your loving them. I could feel your hard cock rubbing against my stomach. I reached down and took it into my hands. It was hard, bulging, demanding my attention. My hands were still soapy and slick, and I heard the breath leave your body in one jagged gush. You said "Oh yes, that's right, that's so good. I want to be inside you. Can I fuck you?" I said "Just wait, don't hurry.” I was pumping your hardness with my hand, suckling your nipple now, biting it, and rubbing my wet clit with the other hand. You had your fingers tangled in my hair and said "Oh baby, you're sucking my nipples and it's making me burn. I want to fuck you now.” "I said, ok, sit back and lean on the tub." You leaned back and stretched your legs out straight in front of you. You were reclined against the back of the tub. I stood up and looked down at you. The bubbles were sliding off my body, and I was still fingering my clit. The head of your cock was just under the level of the water, and I could see you, stroking yourself, as I inserted my finger into my hot pussy. You said "Hh, yeah, get it ready for me, I'll give you more than a finger." And I just smiled at you. I straddled your legs and began to squat down until my knees were on either side of you legs, and my hot, throbbing pussy was poised just above your cock. I said "Do you want it? Do you want it hard or easy? Do you want to put your dick in my cunt? Do you want me to ride that wet, hard rod until you cum?" You said "Yes, I want you, I want you to fuck me hard and nasty, make me cum inside you." I impaled myself on you then, taking you all the way in, and arched my back. You grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder. "Oh, mm, yes,” you said. I began to rock on you very slowly, moving my hips in circles and side to side, slipping up an down on you, nearly all the way off, then slamming back down. You captured my breast with your mouth and raped it with your teeth, hurting me some, but I loved it. I grabbed your head and pulled you back from my nipple, your teeth tearing at it, pulling it out of our mouth as I withdrew myself up your cock, then slammed myself back down on you and thrust my breast back in your mouth. I was fucking you hard and nasty. Riding you, you were thrusting back at me and biting my nipples, hard, my hands were wrapped around your head and I was grinding my pussy on your hard cock. I lifted your head and took your mouth with mine. Fucking your mouth and your cock at the same time. You were helpless to me, I had you in complete submission. My tongue was choking you and my pussy was squeezing you tight, hot, wet, all you could do was moan in helpless pleasure. I felt that I was nearing climax, and sat up straight, you raised your knees so that I could lean my back against them, and you put your finger on my hot, swollen clit. You reached around and gently fingered my ass with your other hand. I was riding you saying "Hh, yes, fuck me, fuck me....make me cum........rub my clit........finger my ass.............I want you to fill me with your cum." My head was thrown back and we were just plain fucking hard. Rocking and rolling and grinding. You said "I feel you tightening on me, are you nearly ready? Tell me, I want us to come together." Then, my muscles began to squeeze, and I said "Yeah, baby, here it comes." My muscles began to jerk and quiver and I was climaxing, hard. At the same time, I felt your hot cum explode into me. I leaned against you, mashing my chest to yours and gripping you tight. I said "0h yes, mm, yes." I screamed "Oh God, that’s it right there, give it to me." You were filling me with hot sticky cum. You were mumbling, half growling “Take it all. Take it all now, damn.” And your voice trailed off into a series of rough, hoarse, animal like grunts. I collapsed on you. The water had long since grown cold but we did not feel it. We were spent, completely, worn out with lovemaking so intense. We rested for a minute, and then you pulled my head back and looked deep into my glazed eyes. "What's for dinner?'” you asked. The Tub Armed with the knowledge that she would be alone for a couple hours once she got home, she drove a little faster. Her heart beating faster and her imagination in overdrive, she began to feel that familiar moistness between her thighs. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, rubbing her thighs together. "I'm so glad I decided not to wear panties today." She reached between her legs and rubbed a finger across her wet slit, sending shivers up and down her spine, then brought it to her lips and traced them lightly with her finger, her lusty scent filling her head. Sucking on her finger, she pulled into her garage. She almost dropped the keys trying to unlock the front door, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. As soon as she was behind locked doors, she began to strip off her clothes as she walked quickly to the bathroom. While the tub was filling with hot steamy water and a mixture of jasmine and cinnamon bubble bath, she lit the candles around the bathroom then went into the kitchen to pour herself a large glass of wine. Then she locked herself in the bathroom, a wicked smile on her face. She turned off the water and slipped her naked body into the tub. As she sipped the wine, her other hand began to explore her body. Her fingers softly traced their way down her neck and between her breasts. Cupping one breast in her hand, she squeezed and pulled forward, sliding her fingers along her breast and across her nipple. Her nipples have always been sensitive, but in the tub with wine and candlelight and the hot water, her body shivered as she tugged and twisted her nipple. She then took a large swallow of her wine and put the glass down so she could enjoy her body with both hands. Leaning her head back, she grabbed her breasts and started massaging them, teasing her nipples. As she tugged and twisted them, she rubbed her thighs together, biting her bottom lip and letting out a gasp. The water and wine were getting her very hot indeed. She bent her legs and spread them, then, while still playing with one breast in one hand, moved her other hand down her stomach. She first let only her fingernails run along her inner thighs, teasing herself, moving up and down her legs, closer and closer to her now incredibly hot pussy. Still tugging on her nipple, she brought her breast up to her mouth and licked her nipple, flicking the end of her tongue on the hard nub as she squeezed her inner thigh. Not able to tease herself any longer, she placed her hand flat on her pussy, gripping it, the palm of her hand pressing against her swollen, throbbing clit. She then brought her second hand down to her hot box and spread her lips with her index and middle fingers. She then took the middle finger of her other hand and began to rub it between her engorged pussy lips, up and down, then pressing the tip of her finger against her clit, she began furiously rubbing it in circles. Bucking her hips up, she moaned loudly and came hard, trembling, her toes curling, her finger pushed hard against her clit as her orgasm subsided. Catching her breath, she grabbed the glass of wine and drained it. The she reached into the linen closet next to the tub and pulled out her favorite toy--a nice thick dildo in the shape of a cock. This toy was her favorite because it reminded her of a former lover. It had a nice big head and life-like veins running up and down it, but the best thing about this fake cock was the fact that it had a suction cup on the end of it and when she stuck it against the wall of the tub it stuck out far enough for her to have some serious water-splashing fun. Before she was ready to stick it to the wall, and herself, she leaned back in the tub again and started licking the fake cock up and down its shaft, circling the head with her tongue, then sliding it between her lips. As she slid this cock in and out of her mouth, she slid her middle finger into her hot pussy, moving it in and out in rhythm with her cock sucking. When she felt her orgasm about to strike, she stopped and stuck the cock to the wall and got on her hands and knees. She didn't need to adjust it to see if it was in the right position, for she had done this so many times she knew exactly where to put it on the wall. She bit her lip in anticipation as she backed her ass up to the cock, moaning as she felt the head press against her anus. She moved her ass down a bit and let the cock shaft slide up and down the crack of her ass. The she arched her back, pushing her ass up, and let the cock press against the entrance to her pussy. Pushing back, the head slipped into her, making her moan louder. She moved her ass back and forth, allowing just the head to slip in and out of her pussy, until she could stand it no longer and slammed her ass back, taking the entire cock inside her. She screamed and came hard, her pussy muscles contracting around the cock, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her body. When she was able to continue, she began the slow thrusting motion, sliding the cock in and out of her pussy in long, slow strokes. She could only do this for about two minutes, then she really worked herself over. Holding onto the edge of the tub with one hand, her other hand darted between her legs and attacked her aching, throbbing clit as she fucked herself harder and faster. Thrusting her hips back and up, she drove that cock into her, over and over again, as she rubbed her clit with lightning speed. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body, water splashing everywhere as her body went into orgasmic convulsions. In her orgasmic daze, the cock slipped out on a forward thrust. Lost in lust, when she shoved her hips back, the cock was aimed a bit higher this time and the head penetrated her tight asshole. As soon as the head was inside her ass, she began long slow strokes to allow her ass to loosen up a bit. When she was ready to continue, she used the same slow strokes she fucked her pussy with, then as she rubbed her clit harder and faster, she thrust her ass up and began to fuck herself faster. She always had more intense orgasms with anal sex, and this time as definitely no exception. She was ready to cum again quicker this time, and cum she did. In one last thrust against the cock, she came harder than she had in over a month, the cock buried deep in her ass, contracting and releasing around the cock, her orgasms exploding one after the other, until she fell forward, pulling the cock off of the wall, barely able to hold herself up with trembling arms. After catching her breath somewhat, she pulled the cock from her ass and lay back in the tub again and relaxed, content, at peace, and totally spent.