Mutual Bathing

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After I handed her over the soap
I was unsure if she would reciprocate
You live a life like mine you learn not to expect anything from anyone
Even if you’re standing butt naked with them in a Motel 6 shower stall
“Do you think I’m some ingrate?” She says
Her beady 25 year old eyes (20 years my junior) staring at me
Her signature glasses placed delicately on the toilet
So I could see her lovely face ruddy from the shower steam.
“Of course I’ll wash you.”

She said after I had finished sudding her body up
And rinsing out the cum which I had carelessly sprayed on her tum
Just above her pubic hairs
Which somehow seemed sharp as porcupine twills
Savoring through my fingers every delicious contour
Knowing that this might be our first and last meeting
As she still lived at home with overbearing parents
And had a complicated life
Trying with all I could to freeze time and just keep sudding and soaping her body
Would have loved to do this for a good 24 more hours
Until someone would find us at the hotel
Both swooned from suds
And obliviousness to daily tasks
We would deserve this indulgent sudding orgy
Having clocked nearly
200 hours on the Internet since 2009

Taking showers with someone always
Breeds anxiety
I am not the best at rinsing the suds out of armpits
Because there is some degree of coordination
Involved
And I get more performance anxiety
Out of rinsing my armpits out in front of a woman
Than at any other time
My cock is usually confident
And does what it needs to do
But my armpits reduce me
To a child
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to wash yourself?!”
“You can’t even wash your own arms! Oh my God!”
Comes the shrill astonished melee of past girlfriends
More astonished at a sud in the crotch of an armpit
Then my relentless interest in anal sex

Beady-eyes didn’t care about my arm pits
Just stood there like a sphinx with a Mona Lisa smile
20 years apart but the same outside-world crap lingered in our nostrils
I let her reciprocate
And made sure to lift my arms high for so she could get those pits real good

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