My Petite Fiancée Surprises Me Pt. 05

I reached down and pulled her up so I could soap her up. I acted as if it was a pit stop and every second counted. She corrected me and said I had to start over as her skin need the white bar or the liquid soap to stay soft instead of that nasty blue bar I used. She said the nylon thing would help her dead cells come off so I should rub her with that. "Start over and get it right!" she commanded imperiously, handing me the correct tools.

As I kneeled to wash her legs, I couldn't help but admire them. Her muscular thighs had that divot just above the knees that is ridiculously sexy. Her legs weren't bulky like a weightlifter, they were smooth and supple - a cross between a dancer and a swimmer. Why was I thinking about her legs so much? I wanted to put my face between them and see if she made wonderful sounds like her sister. I wasn't thinking straight, I must have been thinking about Heather.

She was lathered up in no time. She held my hands as I rubbed her boobs which slowed me down. I wasn't thinking -- they were probably sensitive from running. We looked into each other's eyes. She then said, "You need to rub the soap off my body, so my skin didn't dry out." I leaned forward to get the cloth when she corrected me and said I should use my bare hands as the washcloth will just gather soap. I rubbed my hands over every inch of her body ever so gently. I know she's not fragile, but I didn't want to inflict any more pain today than I already had. She had me do it a second time to make sure the soap was really gone.

She then turned around so I could give her hair some conditioning. She said she didn't want to shampoo twice in the same day. I rubbed in the conditioner and rinsed it as gently as I could. I then gently rubbed her back and out of habit with Heather I gave her neck and shoulders a little bit of massage. "Oh, that feels wonderful, please never stop!" She made a lot of moaning sounds, but I had to stop; for some reason I was starting to throb again. She then bent over, leaning against the wall with one hand. With her other she pulled on her butt cheek.

I felt odd as I looked at her little pink bumhole. Surely, she didn't want me touching her there. "Don't forget every crevice please" she called back to me. She grabbed my hand and put a dab of soap on it spread it out and removed most of it. I put just the tip of my index finger in as gently as possible.

"I think to do it right you'll need to use your thumb and much deeper." I soaped up my thumb and slowly pushed it in. "unnhh, a little deeper," she said. I pushed more of my thumb in, and she was making sounds like she was in pain, so I pulled it out. "No, please put it back in, oh yes, that's it! Now pull it out and slide it right back in. OH MY, YES! A little harder..."

She certainly was not shy about praising me for learning to clean her there. Eventually her legs started to buckle, and I had to hold her up. I guess her rolled ankle was still smarting. She thoroughly cleaned my hands and thumb as she leaned her back against my front. I didn't mean for it to happen, but my swollen cock was resting on top of her buns. We stayed this way a long time, just listening to the water.

"I'll clean my crevice in the front, this time," she said. Thank goodness as I think I might burst a blood vessel due to shyness. I don't know why but I was doing things that make me feel so uncomfortable with myself. Wait, what did she mean -- this time? She pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "I'll show you how I like it done, OK?" I just leaned back and nodded -- what the hell would a smart person say!?

She put a very small amount of white soap on her fingers, it wasn't enough to be visible but enough to make them slippery. Tammi started rubbing around her vagina. Her bald pussy looked beautiful as she gently massaged it. I think she got carried away and accidentally found her clit as her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed halfway. "Are you watching?" she asked. I just nodded.

She stared directly into my eyes. "Oh, I'm almost there!" she said a little raggedly. She had been gripping my wrist with her free hand but took my hand now and lowered it to her pussy and put it over her other hand. "OH God," she said as she never broke eye contact. She let go of my hand and grabbed my cock hard. "I needed that so badly," she said with a slight gasp. I held her up as she slowly began breathing normally.

I felt bad that she had to do that with me watching. I know I have days where I simply need to rub one out myself. She's got amazing confidence; I've never masturbated in front of any of my girlfriends and don't think I could. I wonder if she did that because she feels so comfortable around me or just doesn't think of me sexually at all.

She pulled me close and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. It was a thank you I'll treasure for ages.

Somehow time had escaped us and we spent nearly a full hour just making ourselves clean. Heather didn't say a word as she headed for the bathroom, but she stopped in front of me and said, "Mmmmm, you smell good!" She then shouted out, "Nice job Tammi, I should send him out to be cleaned by you more often!"

Heather slipped into the bathroom carrying something in a grocery bag before closing the door behind her. I heard her using mouthwash and brushing her teeth and then the shower. I was still awake when she finished as it was still early in the evening. Heather popped her head through door and just whispered, "I have a surprise for my honey!"

She walked in wearing Tammi's half t-shirt and Tammi's short pleated blue skirt. Her hair had loose curls in it, somewhat like her sisters -- normally it is pretty straight except the bottom.

I had to laugh. I said, "are you supposed to be a naughty schoolgirl tonight?"

She seemed a little angry but tried to sound cheery and said, "no silly, I'm what you like to fantasize about, I'm Tammi. So, for the rest of the night, you must call me Tammi."

I chuckled again, "Oh I'm not sure you should be in here Tammi, I have nothing on under this sheet. Heather was now practically skipping over to the bed like Tammi sometimes does. She pulled back the sheet and pretended to be shocked by what she saw.

"Oh my, you ARE naked!" she said as she timidly ran her hands over my chest. She then said, "I'm sorry, I know my sister would like you to feel relaxed around me so let me get undressed, that way you won't feel out of place." She then turned out the lights and turned up the clock brightness to full, so we had a nice gentle glow in the room. She slowly removed her shirt and then unbuttoned her skirt until it dropped to the floor.

I was a little surprised and couldn't contain my smile. "Oh my, Tammi, I couldn't help but notice you aren't wearing any panties."

She said, "I was reading an article that said women need to let their bodies breath more, so I threw away all my panties. You wouldn't mind if I stopped wearing panties, would you?"

"But Tammi," I said, "other than your little shirts about the only thing you usually wear is panties."

"You're so smart," she said, "I guess I'd look silly in just a shirt and my boobs need to breathe more. I guess I'll just have to run around completely nude when I'm in the house and wear small shirts with no bra and just skirts when we go out in public together. You wouldn't complain if I skipped around the house naked, would you? I wouldn't want you to be cross at me and have to spank my naughty little bottom."

"Tammi, I'm very cross at you!" I pretended to be upset. "Now get over here and lie bottom up over my lap. I'm going to have to discipline you!"

She did exactly as she was told and lay on my lap while holding my cock. She was even wearing some of Tammi's perfume. I don't know why but I sniffed her body. "Are you wearing different perfume tonight, Tammi?"

"Same perfume as when I moved in here a couple of months ago. Don't you like my perfume, I was hoping it would turn you on?" she said pretending to pout. My cock was now standing.

"Oh yes Tammi, I like your perfume very much. I have such naughty thoughts about you when I smell you in the morning." I said truthfully.

"Oh darn, it's evening now so I guess you won't be excited by it." She reached out gently rubbed my cock. "I guess you better tell him, because he seems to like my perfume."

"Tammi, are you trying to be disrespectful -- particularly when you know you have a spanking coming young lady?" I couldn't pull it off with a straight face.

"Do you really need to spank me here?" She got on her hands and knees, sticking her cute little buns way up in the air and ran her hands over her smooth bottom.

I pulled her hand away and said, "You've had this coming for a long time." I couldn't bring myself to hit her too hard, but it made a little clap sound and her tiny tushy jiggled nicely.

"If that's all you got, I'm going to keep being a smart-ass!" she said in a challenge that let me know I could enjoy this game. Whack! I hit her buns much harder. She turned and said, "not bad, that might make a 3-year-old cry!"

"Tammi, you'll learn your place and do as you are told!" THWACK.

"Ooohh!" she said with delight, there was a noticeable red spot where my hand had made contact. I felt guilty but there was something so naughty about this situation and she seemed to be getting off on it! "You brute!" she said.

THWACK!!! She moaned. I rubbed her buns and could feel the heat in the area I hit. THWACK!!! She moaned again. TH-WACK!!!! Whimper and moan. Had I gone too far? She let me know as she waved her red bum in the air, as if she wanted more. TH-WACK!!! She let out another sexy moan. "See what you make me do, you naughty girl!" TH-WACK!!!! She reached up between her legs and started rubbing gently while keeping her buns bobbing high. TH'WACK!!! "You are such a naughty girl touching yourself when I discipline you. Are you going to cum?!" TH-WACK!!!!

"Oh yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" her voice squealed a bit at the end. I let her come down a bit before I continued.

"Tammi," I said, "If you are going to act like a slut, you might as well learn to make yourself useful. Now straddle my lap!" She did exactly as she was told although I saw her give a little bounce as her buns first rested -- I'm guessing they smart a bit right now. "Good girl, now butter my corn." I demanded. She turned her head slightly and squinted her eyes just a bit to let me know she didn't understand. I sighed trying to sound frustrated. "Shellac the shillelagh, prime the pump, pull the bologna pony!" I bit down trying not to smirk.

She couldn't help but laugh and started stroking my meat. I said, "are you trying to start a fire? How about you treat me right and lubricate the love monkey!? Do you need another swatting?!"

She reached back and tenderly touched her hind quarters, "No! Please not tonight!" I think she was actually worried, I might. She reached for the lotion on the nightstand.

"Oh, what are you, the princess of the ball?" I asked as she looked confused. "A proper whore spits on a man's cock." She looked at me very concerned. For some reason she was nervous she might have pushed this too far. "Today, Tammi! Be a good little whore for me and grease it up!" She smiled and looked me in the eye before spitting on my cock I guess if she pretended to be Tammi, she wasn't doing anything too vulgar. God she was so sexy! She rubbed it in slowly with her hand. She looked me in the eye again and probably noticed my huge smile.

"I want to make you happy, does this make you happy?" she said as she wanked me. I was throbbing badly now.

I didn't answer her question, I just said, "More spit, Tammi!"

She smiled again and spit on my cock but this time there was less than an inch from her mouth to my helmet. She licked her lips as if she was considering it! I was so close. She just looked me in the eyes as she slowly stroked my cock. "Will you make Tammi happy and cum for her," she said. I nodded. "Good boy!" she said.

That set it off old faithful. She didn't have time to block it or direct it. I got some splotches on me, she got some splotches on her and the sheets, top and bottom. She giggled like it was a water gun fight as she tried to shield herself with her hands.

We gathered the sheets, wrapping ourselves in them. And dashed across to the bathroom. Heather is so beautiful; she makes me feel so mushy when I'm with her. We embraced under the showerhead and kissed deeply. "I love you," she said tenderly. I feel a little thrill every time she says that to me -- she doesn't just say it like 'hello' or 'have a nice day' -- she says it almost like it is the first time each time.

I said, "Heather, you know I love you too, don't you?" We kissed some more, and I couldn't let it be. "I'm sorry, I meant to say Tammi."

She gave me a shocked looked, gave me a great big smile and said, "You better be nice, or you'll have to to shellac your own shillelagh! I chuckled out loud. She got me; that was pretty good -- Heather doesn't usually trash talk.