Charlotte lifted James up off of her thigh, the young man turned loofah in a total state of euphoric bliss. Her legs had been so smooth and silky, clean-shaven recently and rubbed no doubt daily with a type of of moisturizing lotion that, as far as James could tell, contained hints of citrus.
His mind having been briefly occupied with the excellent nature of of her plump yet firm thighs, James was then brought back into reality after Charlotte quickly dunked him into the warm water as if he were a biscuit being introduced to a large cup of coffee.
Startled, but not wholly upset by the sensation that this had give him, James looked around, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Why was he all warm and even more wet all of a sudden? Had he been dunked in the water? He must have been, or else everything wouldn’t have gone dark and cloudy for a second there. But why had she done that?
Before he could ponder such questions any more, James was given a clear view of Charlotte’s breasts right in front of him. Large, supple, dripping wet, graced with large but desirable areolas, and tipped with small nipples that reminded James of small, hard, strawberry flavored candies he used to suck on when he was a child. At the moment, he couldn’t help but want to put his lips on the teats staring at him, too. But, given that loofahs rarely if ever have mouths on them, James knew he was going to have to settle for direct skin-on-skin contact instead. Which, after the pleasantness that Charlotte’s bum and bumhole had provided him with, hardly seemed like a bad deal to him.
Closer and closer James got, in what appeared to be slow motion. His mind racing, he kept his eyes wide open and prepared to be engulfed by the magnificent mounds of flesh he was entering the orbit of, appearing to Charlotte as nothing more than an inanimate bath sponge about to do its job of cleaning her chest. “Elspeth,” James thought happily. “Thank you for this.”