My Bittersweet Bathtub Beau

“So,” I purred, lying down on the bed beside him. “Do you like my new underwear?”

Running my hands over my red satin bra, I rolled onto my side and kissed him. He smiled and I saw his gaze fall from my face to my breasts, the curve of my waist and my new, red thong.

“That’s beautiful…” He whispered, placing his warm hand on my waist and pulling me closer. The candlelight made his pale skin glow, his long, dark hair tickling my neck as he kissed me. Wrapping my leg around his I pushed him onto his back and sat looking down at him with my hair hanging around us like a curtain.

I could feel him respond to my touch, and I leant over, kissing him on the collarbone, nipple, hip, groin. Perched between his legs, I ran my fingers gently over his dick, hard and smooth, and looked up at his face as I held it in my hand.

Gripping him tightly, I felt the warmth begin to build up inside me in anticipation. My skin began to tingle all over, the sensations of his skin against mine whilst I held him almost too much to bear. I wanted him inside me. I ached for it.

He began to snore.

"What the...?" I muttered, dropping his dick and sitting up. "Fuck you."

Growling, I stood up at the side of the bed. Throwing a pillow at his head, I stormed out of the bedroom door.

Thankfully the bathroom was warm and there were still candles sitting along the window ledge from the night before. Having turned on the hot water for a bath, I lit them and squirted bubble bath in. I would have an amazing night all by myself.

Dipping my big toe into the fluffy bubbles, I finally hit the hot water, and edged myself in. The new underwear I’d bought specifically for our little rendezvous sat draped over the radiator, feeling unfulfilled, and I cursed him again as I popped open the tub of the special scented face cream my sister had made for me and plastered it over my cheeks.

She said her face cream would make my bath time 'magical'. Hah.

Despite my misgivings about looking daft, I'd secured some cucumber slices to try the old spa treatment for myself and after clicking play on my iPod, I placed two slices of cucumber over my eyes. The world turned darker and hazy, but the cucumber was cool and pleasant on my skin against the steaming hot water of the tub. Lying back, I sighed and ran my fingers down over my hips to between my legs.

I gently tickled my clit with my fingers still cold from handling the cucumber. It was a shocking sensation that brought a loud gasp to my lips before I could stop it. Tugging gently at my clit ring gave an intense pulse of sensation, and I took my time exploring myself and enjoying my own company.

My breathing started to get a little ragged when I heard a noise and felt the water splash. Just as I was about to take the cucumber slices away with embarrassment that he'd seen me masturbating, I felt him reach down and caress the inside of my thigh.

“Finally,” I moaned, as he pressed something inside me. A finger, maybe? It began to move quickly in and out, something else tickling my clit with a feeling almost like millions of tiny mouths sucking, licking and nibbling softly at my skin. It was instantly overwhelming and I melted into all of the arousing sensations.

He touched my nipple with some unknown object, circling it slowly then squeezing tighter as I began to moan loudly. The combination of feelings made pulses of pleasure flow over me, and I was barely aware that my thrashing was throwing waves of water over the sides of the bath.

The fullness inside me was pulsating thicker and thin, seeming to reach so deep inside that it consumed me. Suckling at my clit, the tiny pinpricks of intense sensation engulfed me until I was lost to waves and waves of orgasmic pleasure.

I felt like I'd been wrung out, draped across the bath shaking and weary. My throat was hoarse and I hadn't even the energy to remove my cucumber blindfolds.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I murmured. "Thank you."

Something still sat inside me, tight but warm and every movement sent a shiver up my spine. I tried to sit up but the twitch of my muscles made the thing seem to burrow further into me. That feeling of fullness and warmth started to border on pain.

As I blinked away the cucumber, I noticed there was nobody there. “Honey?” I called, and clicked the iPod off, but I could still hear the snoring from the bedroom. If he wasn’t here, then what was still inside me?

Looking down, my breast showed a ring of small circular bruises around the nipple. Looking further, I saw a mass of purple and blue tentacles retract quickly through the plug hole where one large yellow eye watched me for a few seconds. Then it winked and disappeared.

With a little glance at the tub of my sister's special scented face cream, I made a mental note to ask for her recipe next time.