Was that pleading note in his voice because of what she was asking? Or because of what he might be feeling? He had his thumbs in his waistband... And she thought she could make out the press of his manhood against the front of the pants.
Standing again, she walked over to where he stood. Placing her hands over his, she looked up into his eyes, brow furrowed as she said, "I don't know exactly what I'm doing. I have a small idea of what sort of discomfort my requests and actions are causing you but I also know that I can't get used to the idea of anything more than kissing on the couch without trying to foray into something else. Please just... let me take you into my hands and wash you and try not to drive you completely insane?"
Something More...(attn: Ana, private)
((follows White Sleigh Ride ))
Ana
"Are we going to sit here all night, or do I have to drag you out of your seat and drive?"
Laughing Joey turned his attention to the task of driving. He turned the key in the ignition, zipped out of the lot, and drove them to the Target not too far from Ana's place. He was glad to have suggested it, because the holiday seemed to have closed down almost everything. They pulled into the almost deserted parking lot and headed into the store.
He headed to the toiletries section first, Ana's hand firmly encased in his own. He picked up one of those little travel cases that had a razor, shave cream, shampoo and soap in a little plastic zipper bag, then directed them to the men's department. He didn't say all that much, since he was anxious to be done here and take Ana home, not to mention the whole nervous as hell about what it might mean to be in her home, thing. Joey took just a few minutes to pick pajamas. He ended up with a pair of fleece green and navy plaid bottoms and a navy t-shirt that said "Snow Blows" under a picture of a snow blower. They didn't exactly match but it was good enough.
As they passed a stack of hand baskets he chucked the stuff in the top one and picked it up, then headed to the food section. They quickly found all the things needed for omelets and biscuits with sausage gravy, plus a bag of Joey's favorite coffee, only to find out that Ana didn't own a coffee maker. They made a detour to the small appliances and Joey made her pick one out. After much teasing and laughing they ended up with a crayola red 5-cup coffee maker, as well as a small coffee grinder.
There was a briefly intense moment when they argued about who was going to pay for the groceries, but in the end Joey managed to get Ana to let him pay for it all, promising she could pay for the next round they bought. The thought of needing to buy groceries with Ana again, both thrilled and scared him.
Laden with bags they headed back out to the car and piled everything into the back on top of the ice skates. Joey helped Ana up into the Jeep, apologizing briefly for neglecting to do so at the park, and they were off to the pizza place. They chatted and joked, as they waited for one small pizza with mushrooms, tomatoes and cheese for Ana, and one large pizza with mushrooms, and every kind of meat the place had, no sauce and extra cheese for Joey. Then it was off to Ana's. He pulled into the driveway on Ana's side of the little converted cottage she lived in.
His hands seemed suddenly stuck to the wheel and he was just a bit reluctant to go on with this next particular step. Why? He couldn't quite say, but he knew that this would change things. It always changed things, sometimes for the better sometimes for the absolute worse, but he knew their relationship would change and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that.
With a soft sigh, he unbuckled his seat belt and turned to face Ana once again. "Are you certain you want to do this? I don't want you to do anything you are uncomfortable with Ana. I won't come in unless you are absolutely certain you are willing for this to happen. Okay?"
It was a bit of a cop out to lay it all on Ana like that, but he had to make sure that he wasn't pressuring her into changing something that honestly didn't need changing.
Montana
17 years ago
Joey
17 years ago
Joey closed his eyes and let go of the breath he was holding. He wanted so much for her to do what she was asking for, but he was uncertain of his ability to control himself. He opened his eyes and gave into the look of ernest on her face. He pushed the waistband of pants and boxers down, leaving her hands on his waist. He left them to drop from his knees, stepped out of them and gave them a little push behind him.
He swallowed hard as the cool air touched him. "I'll try Ana. I'll try."
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, as his hands went to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
He swallowed hard as the cool air touched him. "I'll try Ana. I'll try."
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, as his hands went to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
Montana
17 years ago
Ana smiled as she felt the fabric of Joey's pajama pants hit her feet. Knowing Joey would try made her feel better about the impulses she seemed to be acting upon...
But then Joey pulled her shirt over her head. Her vision suddenly left her as her glasses were pulled from her face. With an exaggerated gasp she stuck her right foot out - habit, perhaps - and felt them collide with the limb and heard them skitter across the floor. "Don't move," she commanded imperiously, "I do this more often than you might think..."
Ana tilted her head towards the direction she thought she heard the glasses fall. Backing up half a step, she kept her hands on Joey's waist, then bent over. Something collided with her forehead, something soft but prominent, as she knelt onto the floor. Holding onto Joey's right ankle with her left hand for a point of reference, she stretched and searched. Reaching over in /that/ direction, she slowly walked her hand in an arc until it collided with the lost spectacles. Picking them up, she felt they were whole, and slid them back onto her face. Returning to a crouch in front of Joey, she stood slowly and discovered what it was she bumped into.
Staring face to ... face, for lack of a better term, with Joey's partially erect member, she simply stared for a moment. Whispering she said, "Hello little Joey. Hopefully we'll be able to tend to you soon, but not in the way nature intended, not yet. But I'll figure something out for you."
She stood the rest of the way and met Joey's eyes. "This is why we take Ana's glasses off first, or let Ana take off her shirt." She leaned up and kissed his nose.
But then Joey pulled her shirt over her head. Her vision suddenly left her as her glasses were pulled from her face. With an exaggerated gasp she stuck her right foot out - habit, perhaps - and felt them collide with the limb and heard them skitter across the floor. "Don't move," she commanded imperiously, "I do this more often than you might think..."
Ana tilted her head towards the direction she thought she heard the glasses fall. Backing up half a step, she kept her hands on Joey's waist, then bent over. Something collided with her forehead, something soft but prominent, as she knelt onto the floor. Holding onto Joey's right ankle with her left hand for a point of reference, she stretched and searched. Reaching over in /that/ direction, she slowly walked her hand in an arc until it collided with the lost spectacles. Picking them up, she felt they were whole, and slid them back onto her face. Returning to a crouch in front of Joey, she stood slowly and discovered what it was she bumped into.
Staring face to ... face, for lack of a better term, with Joey's partially erect member, she simply stared for a moment. Whispering she said, "Hello little Joey. Hopefully we'll be able to tend to you soon, but not in the way nature intended, not yet. But I'll figure something out for you."
She stood the rest of the way and met Joey's eyes. "This is why we take Ana's glasses off first, or let Ana take off her shirt." She leaned up and kissed his nose.
Joey
17 years ago
Joey took a deep breath and did his best not to whimper when ana's forehead collided with his penis. She found her glasses, and then started talking to it. He helped her to stand and grinned when she kissed his nose. "I'll remember."
He grinned again, and put hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pajama pants and panties. He would love to see her in those little white cotton things, but he only had so much control. Kneeling to help her step out of the pants was not his best choice.
He took a deep breath and flicked his eyes up to Ana's face. She was just watching him. Slowly he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the triangle of curls between her legs. Moving back, he stood, grinned at Ana again, before stepping around her and turning on the tap to full hot.
He grinned again, and put hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pajama pants and panties. He would love to see her in those little white cotton things, but he only had so much control. Kneeling to help her step out of the pants was not his best choice.
He took a deep breath and flicked his eyes up to Ana's face. She was just watching him. Slowly he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the triangle of curls between her legs. Moving back, he stood, grinned at Ana again, before stepping around her and turning on the tap to full hot.
Montana
17 years ago
Ana leaned on Joey's shoulders as he pulled down her pants and panties. Her brow furrowed as he kissed her mat of curls and then stood, grinning at her. Was that kiss a 'this for that' response to her bonking his penis with her forehead? Was it some other message she wasn't understanding? She was just confused at the motion.
An itch on her right breast grabbed her attention; she moved her hand up to scratch it. She noticed that Joey's eyes followed each motion and that the shaft of his member stood straighter the longer he looked at her chest. She stopped the scratching, but the state of Joey's lower self didn't change.
Somehow, all the research and reading really couldn't prepare one for the reality of the reactions of an erect penis.
"Your, uhm, toiletries and stuff is on the sink," Ana barely got out.
An itch on her right breast grabbed her attention; she moved her hand up to scratch it. She noticed that Joey's eyes followed each motion and that the shaft of his member stood straighter the longer he looked at her chest. She stopped the scratching, but the state of Joey's lower self didn't change.
Somehow, all the research and reading really couldn't prepare one for the reality of the reactions of an erect penis.
"Your, uhm, toiletries and stuff is on the sink," Ana barely got out.
Joey
17 years ago
He cleared his throat and blinked several times, as he tore his gaze from Ana's body. With a few flicks of his wrist, he adjusted the temperature to just this side of scalding. "Thanks, see if that temperature's ok for you."
He stepped around her and picked up the shampoo conditioner and soap from the sink and step up behind Ana and placed them on the tub's edge. This put his body up next to her's, his erection laid against his lowerbelly just over the rise of her round buttocks. It felt incredible just to touch her like that and he stayed there for just a moment, before kissing her shoulder, and stepping into the bathtub and under the heat of the spray.
He stepped around her and picked up the shampoo conditioner and soap from the sink and step up behind Ana and placed them on the tub's edge. This put his body up next to her's, his erection laid against his lowerbelly just over the rise of her round buttocks. It felt incredible just to touch her like that and he stayed there for just a moment, before kissing her shoulder, and stepping into the bathtub and under the heat of the spray.
Montana
17 years ago
Feeling Joey's hardness press against then slide up her back as he pressed himself against her sent a thrill up her spine. His kiss on her shoulder connected that searing line of Joeyness inside her and then was gone.
She placed her glasses carefully on the soap holder - that she didn't actually use for soap, but to hold her glasses - and picked up the two washcloths she'd brought in. Moving to the opposite end of the tub, she stepped carefully to enter the shower with Joey.
Most of the spray was blocked by his tall hunkiness; Ana handed him a washcloth saying, "Wet this one please, and soap it up. The soap's behind you hanging on the wall." Ana used Dove; it was unscented and didn't make her itchy. The bar was even fresh and unused, so she knew the letters were still imprinted upon its surface. "After that, hand it over and switch places with me." She was smiling; she hoped he knew he'd have to be careful when they switched places because she couldn't see very well and the tub was a bit narrow.
She placed her glasses carefully on the soap holder - that she didn't actually use for soap, but to hold her glasses - and picked up the two washcloths she'd brought in. Moving to the opposite end of the tub, she stepped carefully to enter the shower with Joey.
Most of the spray was blocked by his tall hunkiness; Ana handed him a washcloth saying, "Wet this one please, and soap it up. The soap's behind you hanging on the wall." Ana used Dove; it was unscented and didn't make her itchy. The bar was even fresh and unused, so she knew the letters were still imprinted upon its surface. "After that, hand it over and switch places with me." She was smiling; she hoped he knew he'd have to be careful when they switched places because she couldn't see very well and the tub was a bit narrow.
Joey
17 years ago
Joey took the cloth from her and soaked it before filling it with lather. He liked the smell of the soap, it was clan and fresh and was perfect for Ana. He turned around slowly and put the cloth in her hand. "Ok let's switch."
He put his hands on her shoulders and lifted his right leg, as he moved to put it behind her he turned her to face the wall. He put his foot down and picked up the left, and completed the turn, before putting his foot down. He grinned and gave her misted nose a kiss.
"That was easy."
He put his hands on her shoulders and lifted his right leg, as he moved to put it behind her he turned her to face the wall. He put his foot down and picked up the left, and completed the turn, before putting his foot down. He grinned and gave her misted nose a kiss.
"That was easy."
Montana
17 years ago
"Yup, easier than I thought." Ana turned Joey around, facing away from her. Shaking her head she let her hair get damp in the spray before turning her attention to the muscular, sexy expanse before her.
Starting at his neck, she played the washcloth over the skin there, massaging and scrubbing gently. She moved down his back, paying attention to the spots between his shoulderblades. Holding the cloth wide across the spot, she pressed with her thumbs while scrubbing with her fingers.
Moving down further she pressed gently on each of his ribs, and along his spine and moved the cloth around to just barely the front of his kidney areas. Exerting a bit more pressure as she neared the area where his belt would normally rest she used the edges of her hands to follow the crest of his hips.
Holding one hand on his same-side hip, she used the other hand to swish the statuesque roundness of his buttocks. Then she reversed hands. Joey's posterior was rather hairless, unlike her father's... Shaking her head again to dislodge that thought she wrapped the cloth around one finger and caressed just inside the top of his cleft; she wasn't quite sure she felt comfortable going all the way down. "You can do the rest of that in a bit."
Ana knelt behind Joey, the full force of the spray colliding with the back of her head as she did first the left, then the right legs before her. Massaging, scrubbing, gently wiping. When she reached the bottom, she did the front top part of his feet, then worked her way up the front of his legs. She stopped, though, more than a hand's width away from his groin. "I'll give you a minute to rinse, then we'll finish the front, okay?"
Starting at his neck, she played the washcloth over the skin there, massaging and scrubbing gently. She moved down his back, paying attention to the spots between his shoulderblades. Holding the cloth wide across the spot, she pressed with her thumbs while scrubbing with her fingers.
Moving down further she pressed gently on each of his ribs, and along his spine and moved the cloth around to just barely the front of his kidney areas. Exerting a bit more pressure as she neared the area where his belt would normally rest she used the edges of her hands to follow the crest of his hips.
Holding one hand on his same-side hip, she used the other hand to swish the statuesque roundness of his buttocks. Then she reversed hands. Joey's posterior was rather hairless, unlike her father's... Shaking her head again to dislodge that thought she wrapped the cloth around one finger and caressed just inside the top of his cleft; she wasn't quite sure she felt comfortable going all the way down. "You can do the rest of that in a bit."
Ana knelt behind Joey, the full force of the spray colliding with the back of her head as she did first the left, then the right legs before her. Massaging, scrubbing, gently wiping. When she reached the bottom, she did the front top part of his feet, then worked her way up the front of his legs. She stopped, though, more than a hand's width away from his groin. "I'll give you a minute to rinse, then we'll finish the front, okay?"
Montana
17 years ago
Ana stepped backwards through the cascading water, bumped her bottom against the shower actuator. The spray shut off. "Oops, sorry." Reaching behind her, she pulled the little valve and the water shot from the showerhead again. She reached out and gently tugged Joey towards her to rinse off, and slowly spun him in place. Briefly wishing she could see better up close, she dragged a pair of fingertips across his broad, hairless chest and gave him a playful tickle against his ribs before turning him away from her again.
Pushing him back to the end of the tub, she stepped forward and pressed herself against his back. Standing on her tiptoes she whispered in his ear, "If I miss anything, let me know."
She took hold of his right arm and washed his hands and those very talented digits carefully, then his palm and wrist, before working her way up to his toned bicep. Giggling as he flexed it for her, she raised his arm and rested it against the wall. Gently but forcefully scrubbing his underarm, then the top of his shoulder, she slid the cloth across the expanse of his shoulders again to his other side. There, she reversed her process, doing his underarm first, then bicep, forearm and hand.
She stepped back through the spray and pulled him close again to assist him in rinsing. "Now for the rest of the front."
Back under the spray she moved and she wrapped her arms around his belly, holding herself close to him, her breasts smushed in the hollows just below his shoulderblades. Her hands trailed up to his neck, gently washing the front of his throat, then zig-zagged the washcloth back and forth over his chest, giggling again when he bounced his pecs. Eyes closed, she leaned her forehead against his back as she scrubbed the defined ridges of his abs and the softness just below.
On the left first, then the right, she finished the tops of the thighs she'd neglected earlier. Trailing the tip of a corner across the soft spot just above his thigh, she worked her hands just in front of his abdomen to spread the washcloth over her full, spread hand.
Up from underneath the now-jutting hardness of Joey's manhood she moved her hand, feeling its weight and heat, palpable even through the terrycloth. Her left hand held it still while she quickly swiped the cloth on the underside, paying intricate attention to the fragile organs dangling beneath. She thought she heard his breath catch as she worked the cloth over his hidden treasure. She flipped the cloth over and let it hang there for a moment. "If you need to, lean against the wall..."
Ana pushed the cloth onto the floor, ignoring the slap-splash of it hitting and sliding. She returned her right hand to the wonderfully stiff organ, trailing her fingertips along it. She wished she could see what she was doing, but her exploration of his manhood from this angle gave her a strange thrill; if Joey relieved himself, was this what it felt like when he did? Her fingertips crossed over the bulbous tip, sliding from the soap and something a bit more sticky. Turning her forefinger in a circle, she slid the pad of her finger around the flared edge, brushed the back of her finger against the delicate split just underneath. Making a rounded fist, she encircled the jutting shaft and held on gently. Trailing her left hand up across his belly, she spread her fingers wide as she held onto him, held him onto her. Her right hand began moving, sliding across the slickness of his soaped skin. When the fleshy part of her palm hit the ridge, she retracted, back to the base, the scratchiness of Joey's mop of curls tickling her hand. Moving her fingers in a wave, she played at the squishy hollowness at the bottom of his member before stroking again.
Pushing him back to the end of the tub, she stepped forward and pressed herself against his back. Standing on her tiptoes she whispered in his ear, "If I miss anything, let me know."
She took hold of his right arm and washed his hands and those very talented digits carefully, then his palm and wrist, before working her way up to his toned bicep. Giggling as he flexed it for her, she raised his arm and rested it against the wall. Gently but forcefully scrubbing his underarm, then the top of his shoulder, she slid the cloth across the expanse of his shoulders again to his other side. There, she reversed her process, doing his underarm first, then bicep, forearm and hand.
She stepped back through the spray and pulled him close again to assist him in rinsing. "Now for the rest of the front."
Back under the spray she moved and she wrapped her arms around his belly, holding herself close to him, her breasts smushed in the hollows just below his shoulderblades. Her hands trailed up to his neck, gently washing the front of his throat, then zig-zagged the washcloth back and forth over his chest, giggling again when he bounced his pecs. Eyes closed, she leaned her forehead against his back as she scrubbed the defined ridges of his abs and the softness just below.
On the left first, then the right, she finished the tops of the thighs she'd neglected earlier. Trailing the tip of a corner across the soft spot just above his thigh, she worked her hands just in front of his abdomen to spread the washcloth over her full, spread hand.
Up from underneath the now-jutting hardness of Joey's manhood she moved her hand, feeling its weight and heat, palpable even through the terrycloth. Her left hand held it still while she quickly swiped the cloth on the underside, paying intricate attention to the fragile organs dangling beneath. She thought she heard his breath catch as she worked the cloth over his hidden treasure. She flipped the cloth over and let it hang there for a moment. "If you need to, lean against the wall..."
Ana pushed the cloth onto the floor, ignoring the slap-splash of it hitting and sliding. She returned her right hand to the wonderfully stiff organ, trailing her fingertips along it. She wished she could see what she was doing, but her exploration of his manhood from this angle gave her a strange thrill; if Joey relieved himself, was this what it felt like when he did? Her fingertips crossed over the bulbous tip, sliding from the soap and something a bit more sticky. Turning her forefinger in a circle, she slid the pad of her finger around the flared edge, brushed the back of her finger against the delicate split just underneath. Making a rounded fist, she encircled the jutting shaft and held on gently. Trailing her left hand up across his belly, she spread her fingers wide as she held onto him, held him onto her. Her right hand began moving, sliding across the slickness of his soaped skin. When the fleshy part of her palm hit the ridge, she retracted, back to the base, the scratchiness of Joey's mop of curls tickling her hand. Moving her fingers in a wave, she played at the squishy hollowness at the bottom of his member before stroking again.
Joey
17 years ago
Joey was lost. Lost for words, lost for actions, lost in lust. His body shuddered when her fingertips trailed his length. He bowed his head so that he could watch her pale fingers move over him. His breath whooshed out at her gentle ministrations to the head and he was forced to put his hands to the wall of the shower when she began to move down his length with her whole hand.
His breath became harsh in the steamy shower, as she continued to move over his member. "Oh, Ana." The shuddered words were thick with lust beneath the relief and tenderness. He wanted to badly to lay there in the shower and have his way with her, but this touching had him near to tears that she would be willing to explore him, though she wasn't yet ready for sex. It was a strange mixture lodged in his chest.
His breath became harsh in the steamy shower, as she continued to move over his member. "Oh, Ana." The shuddered words were thick with lust beneath the relief and tenderness. He wanted to badly to lay there in the shower and have his way with her, but this touching had him near to tears that she would be willing to explore him, though she wasn't yet ready for sex. It was a strange mixture lodged in his chest.
Montana
17 years ago
Ana noticed Joey's skin started to get sticky as she stroked; maybe the soap wasn't such a good idea. Moving her left foot just enough to grab the washcloth with her toes, she lifted it to allow herself to grab it. Reaching behind with her left hand, taking the cloth from her toes, Ana soaked the washcloth and wrung it while her right continued her ministrations of Joey. Soaking it in fresh water she brought it around to Joey's front, squeezing it just above his length, rinsing him completely. As her hand resituated itself against him, to change to a non-stroking motion, she noticed that an extra ring of skin had slipped forward, one she hadn't felt before. "His foreskin?" she thought to herself. She didn't remember seeing it when he was naked before her but then, she didn't really know what one would look like. Further, she thought all boys were 'trimmed' when they were younger, so this confused her.
But it didn't stop her from continuing to strive for her goal. "Just let it take you, Joey, let me give this to you as my first gift for today." She wasn't sure if he could hear her, whispering into his back, with his own moans and the spray of the water against her. The fingers of her right hand played along the bottom side of his hardness in waves. One two three four, four three two one. Her left dropped the cloth behind her then returned to Joey's front, tenderly trailing the pad of her finger along the ridge of his helmet, to brush lightly against the split of the underside.
But it didn't stop her from continuing to strive for her goal. "Just let it take you, Joey, let me give this to you as my first gift for today." She wasn't sure if he could hear her, whispering into his back, with his own moans and the spray of the water against her. The fingers of her right hand played along the bottom side of his hardness in waves. One two three four, four three two one. Her left dropped the cloth behind her then returned to Joey's front, tenderly trailing the pad of her finger along the ridge of his helmet, to brush lightly against the split of the underside.
Joey
17 years ago
His head dropped until his chin touched his chest, and it was becoming difficult to breath, as Ana continued to move her hands over him. The rush of warm water almost had him climax, but her words calmed him just a bit. This meant so much to her and it meant the world to him, and he wanted it to last, but was very certain it would not.
He was forced to give over to her when her other hand joined the fun. A soft grunt, followed by a tensing of his body and his seed was flowing over those lovely hands. His eyes watched for a moment, before they had to close against the waves of climax. He grunted a second time and leaned his head against the shower wall, spent. His breath heaved from his chest for a moment, before he pushed himself away and turned to face his Ana.
He looked down into her eyes and smiled. "Thank you." He whispered. "It was a perfect gift."
He took her hands in his and lifted them to his lips for gentle kisses across her knuckles, before he brushed a kiss to her lips.
He was forced to give over to her when her other hand joined the fun. A soft grunt, followed by a tensing of his body and his seed was flowing over those lovely hands. His eyes watched for a moment, before they had to close against the waves of climax. He grunted a second time and leaned his head against the shower wall, spent. His breath heaved from his chest for a moment, before he pushed himself away and turned to face his Ana.
He looked down into her eyes and smiled. "Thank you." He whispered. "It was a perfect gift."
He took her hands in his and lifted them to his lips for gentle kisses across her knuckles, before he brushed a kiss to her lips.
Montana
17 years ago
Twin points of heat on her breasts, pressed against Joey's back, flared up as she felt him tense, from his legs through his buttocks (those oh-so-wonderful flanks of man-ass), his arms, belly... The soft grunt as his climax overtook him gave her a smile.
Warmth flowed over her fingers. It had a different consistency than she'd imagined; felt almost like partially dry glue as she gently rubbed a fingertip just once across the end of his member. Hopefully wiping it clean, her eyes widened after he turned in her arms then kissed her hands. Didn't he know what he'd just done all over her fingers? Well, considering his thanks, yes, but didn't he... mi... His lips contacted hers. She kept her hands away from both their bodies - after all she'd just washed Joey's - and sighed silently into the kiss. "Nan yoo mmmnoyt ht." (Glad you enjoyed it.)
Stepping back a bit to disengage, she observed "Need to wash my hands, and maybe the floor... before we're done. I don't think we have much hot water left yet, though," she estimated, hoping the hot water wouldn't go from hot to cold in just the space of a few seconds as it usually did.
Warmth flowed over her fingers. It had a different consistency than she'd imagined; felt almost like partially dry glue as she gently rubbed a fingertip just once across the end of his member. Hopefully wiping it clean, her eyes widened after he turned in her arms then kissed her hands. Didn't he know what he'd just done all over her fingers? Well, considering his thanks, yes, but didn't he... mi... His lips contacted hers. She kept her hands away from both their bodies - after all she'd just washed Joey's - and sighed silently into the kiss. "Nan yoo mmmnoyt ht." (Glad you enjoyed it.)
Stepping back a bit to disengage, she observed "Need to wash my hands, and maybe the floor... before we're done. I don't think we have much hot water left yet, though," she estimated, hoping the hot water wouldn't go from hot to cold in just the space of a few seconds as it usually did.
Joey
17 years ago
Joey put their hands behind Ana's back into the spray, rinsing himself off of her. "We should hurry then." He gave her a peck and an wink, then picked up the wash cloth and resoaped it. With it he cleansed her arms, and shoulders. He paid particular attention to her breasts. He began at the outer edges and worked in smaller circles until he flicked a cloth covered thumb over the nipples.
With a small grin he moved to her belly, tickling her navel with a finger. He crouched on his toes to wash her legs and between her thighs. He was careful not to go between, as he'd been made aware that that hurts. He was also careful to do no more than clean.
He stood and gently turned her to face the spray, and began the process over again at her shoulders. He moved down to the swell of her ass, and gently dipped into the crevice with one finger, then continued down to her legs. When he was finished he placed a kiss to the soapy hollow of her lower back as he stood. He turned her around again and leaned over her to rinse his face clean. This also served to get his hair wet.
He picked up her shampoo and gave it to her, then turned and picked up the mini bottle of shampoo that had come with his little kit. He put just a small amount in his hand, as his hair had been cut recently, and scrubbed the soap into his hair.
When he was finished he moved Ana over just enough to get under the spray and let it wash the soap away. With a shake of his head he moved back and let Ana finish her own hair. When she'd gotten all rinsed, and the water off, he opened the curtain and handed her towel to her, before stepping out of the tub and picking up his own towel. He wanted to dry her, but he was having a hard time being good when he kept touching her naked body.
"Let's have breakfast, and then I have a gift I'd like to give to you. Okay?"
With a small grin he moved to her belly, tickling her navel with a finger. He crouched on his toes to wash her legs and between her thighs. He was careful not to go between, as he'd been made aware that that hurts. He was also careful to do no more than clean.
He stood and gently turned her to face the spray, and began the process over again at her shoulders. He moved down to the swell of her ass, and gently dipped into the crevice with one finger, then continued down to her legs. When he was finished he placed a kiss to the soapy hollow of her lower back as he stood. He turned her around again and leaned over her to rinse his face clean. This also served to get his hair wet.
He picked up her shampoo and gave it to her, then turned and picked up the mini bottle of shampoo that had come with his little kit. He put just a small amount in his hand, as his hair had been cut recently, and scrubbed the soap into his hair.
When he was finished he moved Ana over just enough to get under the spray and let it wash the soap away. With a shake of his head he moved back and let Ana finish her own hair. When she'd gotten all rinsed, and the water off, he opened the curtain and handed her towel to her, before stepping out of the tub and picking up his own towel. He wanted to dry her, but he was having a hard time being good when he kept touching her naked body.
"Let's have breakfast, and then I have a gift I'd like to give to you. Okay?"
Montana
17 years ago
Sensations pounded on Ana's awareness as relentlessly as the waves upon the beach as Joey caressed and washed her. Her skin tingled; her breasts were on fire and she felt a singular and not-quite-unfamiliar tingle somewhere in her belly. Breathing shallow, giggling when tickled, gasping when the rasp of the terrycloth passed over her feminine folds, just about every touch he gave her caused one reaction or another. The little kiss on her lower back made her face twist in incredulity; why would he kiss her there? "Probably just to kiss you, you dope," she told herself mentally.
His face retracted from its place hovering near her cheek; she had wanted to kiss him but it went away too fast. She accepted the sudden lack of contact when he let her wash her own hair and rinse herself. After the water shut off - just as it was beginning to get too cold to wash with - Joey stood looking at her from the bathroom, drying himself. Glasses finally back on, she found herself glancing - no, staring - at the entirety of his body and the somewhat more-calm look on his face. Grinning somewhat demurely at his comment about giving her a gift, she replied sincerely, "You've already given me a wonderful gift, Joey. You gave me the gift of company for Christmas, where I likely would have chosen to have had none." Stepping closer she quickly wrapped her towel over her breasts, folding the corners in between, just as her body contacted his. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, giving him a soft kiss.
Reaching behind him, she felt for the hairbrush on the edge of her sink and, taking it in a firm grip, swatted his bottom once with the flat side. "Now I need to do womanly things and I'm definately hungry, so either" - she tried to emulate a Sopranos slash New York accent - "move yoah bottom" - then she tried for a pirate's grrrumbling swagger, "or be prepared to pay the consequences!"
His face retracted from its place hovering near her cheek; she had wanted to kiss him but it went away too fast. She accepted the sudden lack of contact when he let her wash her own hair and rinse herself. After the water shut off - just as it was beginning to get too cold to wash with - Joey stood looking at her from the bathroom, drying himself. Glasses finally back on, she found herself glancing - no, staring - at the entirety of his body and the somewhat more-calm look on his face. Grinning somewhat demurely at his comment about giving her a gift, she replied sincerely, "You've already given me a wonderful gift, Joey. You gave me the gift of company for Christmas, where I likely would have chosen to have had none." Stepping closer she quickly wrapped her towel over her breasts, folding the corners in between, just as her body contacted his. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, giving him a soft kiss.
Reaching behind him, she felt for the hairbrush on the edge of her sink and, taking it in a firm grip, swatted his bottom once with the flat side. "Now I need to do womanly things and I'm definately hungry, so either" - she tried to emulate a Sopranos slash New York accent - "move yoah bottom" - then she tried for a pirate's grrrumbling swagger, "or be prepared to pay the consequences!"
Joey
17 years ago
Laughing Joey finished putting the towel around his waist and kissed Ana on her cute little nose. "Alright, alright. I'm goin'. I'm goin'." He put his hands up to fend her off and walked backwards out of the bathroom. In the hall he spun on his heel and headed into the bedroom. He picked up his jeans, shook them out and traded them for the towel.
Still smiling, he headed into the kitchen and pulled out the makings for breakfast. Then he rummaged around in the cabinets until he came up with two skillets, one large and one small, a knife, a cutting board, a bowl, a whisk, foil, a spatula, a cookie sheet, and plates and forks.
First thing he did was turn on the stove and get the biscuits laid out on the cookie sheet on top of a lining of foil, and set those aside. Then he turned the burner under the large skillet and sprayed it with the Pam that was sitting next to the stove and then began to break eggs into the bowl. He only did six, since he didn't figure Ana would want more than two. The eggs were whisked briskly, then he opened the log of sausage and squeezed it into the skillet. It sizzled and he began to break it up with the spatula.
It began to cook beautifully and the oven beeped its readiness, so he slid the biscuits inside. The sausage finished up and he shoveled it out onto a plate layered with paper towels. He picked up the little container of flour he'd found in Ana's pantry and spooned a good amount into the sizzling drippings. With the whisk he stirred the dickens out of it, then slowly poured milk into the pan with one hand and whisked with the other. He added a dash of salt and pepper and then switched from whisk to spoon.
It began to simmer so he turned the heat down to low and let it to itself, while he whipped the eggs into a glossy yellow goop. The smaller skillet was placed on the stove and turned on, then sprayed with Pam. He stirred the gravy, then added the sausage back in and stirred it well.
The oven timer beeped and he pulled the biscuits out and poured the eggs into their skillet. He gave the gravy a stir and turned off its burner. He stirred the eggs until they were done and the divided them between the two plates. With the knife he separated two biscuits on each plate and poured gravy over them. He took the plates to the table then pulled glasses out of the cabinet and poured orange juice into them and set those on the table too.
Still smiling, he headed into the kitchen and pulled out the makings for breakfast. Then he rummaged around in the cabinets until he came up with two skillets, one large and one small, a knife, a cutting board, a bowl, a whisk, foil, a spatula, a cookie sheet, and plates and forks.
First thing he did was turn on the stove and get the biscuits laid out on the cookie sheet on top of a lining of foil, and set those aside. Then he turned the burner under the large skillet and sprayed it with the Pam that was sitting next to the stove and then began to break eggs into the bowl. He only did six, since he didn't figure Ana would want more than two. The eggs were whisked briskly, then he opened the log of sausage and squeezed it into the skillet. It sizzled and he began to break it up with the spatula.
It began to cook beautifully and the oven beeped its readiness, so he slid the biscuits inside. The sausage finished up and he shoveled it out onto a plate layered with paper towels. He picked up the little container of flour he'd found in Ana's pantry and spooned a good amount into the sizzling drippings. With the whisk he stirred the dickens out of it, then slowly poured milk into the pan with one hand and whisked with the other. He added a dash of salt and pepper and then switched from whisk to spoon.
It began to simmer so he turned the heat down to low and let it to itself, while he whipped the eggs into a glossy yellow goop. The smaller skillet was placed on the stove and turned on, then sprayed with Pam. He stirred the gravy, then added the sausage back in and stirred it well.
The oven timer beeped and he pulled the biscuits out and poured the eggs into their skillet. He gave the gravy a stir and turned off its burner. He stirred the eggs until they were done and the divided them between the two plates. With the knife he separated two biscuits on each plate and poured gravy over them. He took the plates to the table then pulled glasses out of the cabinet and poured orange juice into them and set those on the table too.
Montana
17 years ago
By the time she'd finished dressing and forcing her hair to behave, Ana smelled the heating oven (it kind of smelled like old turkey... but it had been her own fault) and frying sausage. She puttered around the bathroom, cleaning up their discarded towels and washcloths. She even took a moment to ensure none of Joey's 'mess' remained on her bathtub floor or wall.
She heard occasional single barks and whining, and then the rat-atat thudding of Russ' tail bouncing against something wooden. She wondered what Joey gave him to shut him up; but then, he had been the one to keep Russ in the kitchen. She smiled at their playfulness together.
The oven timer beeped as she was finishing. Walking into the living room then kitchen, she realized her belly was twisting in protestation of being denied access to such wonderfully smelling culinary delights. When she opened her mouth to speak praise and compliments saliva almost drooled all over her chin. Quickly swallowing and hiding her mouth for a moment, she smiled at Joey saying, "Smells great. Where's the army?" She giggled and climbed over the kiddie gate and gave Joey a sideways hug as he finished at the stove.
She heard occasional single barks and whining, and then the rat-atat thudding of Russ' tail bouncing against something wooden. She wondered what Joey gave him to shut him up; but then, he had been the one to keep Russ in the kitchen. She smiled at their playfulness together.
The oven timer beeped as she was finishing. Walking into the living room then kitchen, she realized her belly was twisting in protestation of being denied access to such wonderfully smelling culinary delights. When she opened her mouth to speak praise and compliments saliva almost drooled all over her chin. Quickly swallowing and hiding her mouth for a moment, she smiled at Joey saying, "Smells great. Where's the army?" She giggled and climbed over the kiddie gate and gave Joey a sideways hug as he finished at the stove.
Joey
17 years ago
He returned her hug and picked up the knives and forks from the counter. He let her go and patted his bare belly, with a broad smile. "Right here."
He took her hand and pulled her to the table. He put the utensils down and then pulled out her chair. Once she was settled, he went to the fridge and pulled the box of dog treats down. He took one out and put the box back before going back to the table. He broke up the cookie and put it on a napkin next to his plate. He sat and tossed a bit of cookie to Russ. "Ok now you can enjoy Joey's famous biscuits and sausage gravy."
He picked up his fork and dug into his eggs.
He took her hand and pulled her to the table. He put the utensils down and then pulled out her chair. Once she was settled, he went to the fridge and pulled the box of dog treats down. He took one out and put the box back before going back to the table. He broke up the cookie and put it on a napkin next to his plate. He sat and tossed a bit of cookie to Russ. "Ok now you can enjoy Joey's famous biscuits and sausage gravy."
He picked up his fork and dug into his eggs.
Montana
17 years ago
Ana picked up her utensil and bit daintily into a forkful of scrambled eggs. While she often preferred cheese, something about the fluffy nugget of eggy goodness made it delicious just as it was. "Very good eggs." She picked her way through half the plate of eggs, occasionally prodding the lumps of biscuit with bits of sausage and whitish goop.
The last bit of egg she picked up she swiped across a bit of travelling sauce - "Gravy!" she corrected herself - and nibbled it thoughtfully. "Interesting gravy, that. Do you suggest a specific method of eating, like scraping off the gravy to eat the biscuits first, or just cut in and eat what's there?" Taking a bit of a cue from him, she held her fork horizontally and cut into the corner of one biscuit, then cut again. Spearing a bit of sausage she then picked up the morsel she cut, swiped it across the gravy, and placed it in her mouth.
The biscuit broke apart in one bite; it was probably supposed to be light and fluffy but it had been weighed down for so long by the gravy... An eruption of grease from the mildly spiced sausage combined with the rich texture and flavor of the gravy and the lightness of the biscuit gave Ana the impression that, were she to eat this meal on a regular basis, she'd become very hefty and rich herself. Just the same, she enjoyed the varying textures and tastes of the combination, and quickly found her plate empty. Moaning silently in her head as she looked at the remaining bit of biscuit, slathered with the last dregs of the gravy on her plate, staring defiantly back at her from the end of her fork, she popped it into her mouth and chewed, and swallowed.
Taking a quick breath - as one much deeper pushed too hard on her overly full stomach - she reached for her orange juice and tried to speak, "Okay tha-" she stopped when a fleck of food shot from her mouth to the table. She gasped and quickly drank, then scrubbed at her lips with her napkin. "Okay that was insanely good and entirely too much. I bet that meal could qualify as its own food group. Good golly, Joey."
The last bit of egg she picked up she swiped across a bit of travelling sauce - "Gravy!" she corrected herself - and nibbled it thoughtfully. "Interesting gravy, that. Do you suggest a specific method of eating, like scraping off the gravy to eat the biscuits first, or just cut in and eat what's there?" Taking a bit of a cue from him, she held her fork horizontally and cut into the corner of one biscuit, then cut again. Spearing a bit of sausage she then picked up the morsel she cut, swiped it across the gravy, and placed it in her mouth.
The biscuit broke apart in one bite; it was probably supposed to be light and fluffy but it had been weighed down for so long by the gravy... An eruption of grease from the mildly spiced sausage combined with the rich texture and flavor of the gravy and the lightness of the biscuit gave Ana the impression that, were she to eat this meal on a regular basis, she'd become very hefty and rich herself. Just the same, she enjoyed the varying textures and tastes of the combination, and quickly found her plate empty. Moaning silently in her head as she looked at the remaining bit of biscuit, slathered with the last dregs of the gravy on her plate, staring defiantly back at her from the end of her fork, she popped it into her mouth and chewed, and swallowed.
Taking a quick breath - as one much deeper pushed too hard on her overly full stomach - she reached for her orange juice and tried to speak, "Okay tha-" she stopped when a fleck of food shot from her mouth to the table. She gasped and quickly drank, then scrubbed at her lips with her napkin. "Okay that was insanely good and entirely too much. I bet that meal could qualify as its own food group. Good golly, Joey."