Twenty-Four Evelyn
Divinely feminine, she looked like a goddess. Auburn locks falling over her full round breasts, every curve of her toned body was even better bare.
Slowly, she immersed herself in the spacious tub across from me, the foam concealing my view, as her hair fanned out along the water.
Following her seductive come hither motion, I moved towards her, settling myself between her legs. Leaning my weight against her, her nipples grazed my back in the process. My breath hitched, feeling their firm peaks against my skin.
Her hands ran up and down my arms slowly as I relaxed against her, nearly purring at the sensation. I turned around slowly, wanting to see her, wanting her so badly.
The warmth of the water had left a soft flush across her skin, her pupils wide in the dim light.
“May I touch you?”
"Tell me. How would you like to touch me, darling?"
Wordlessly, I glanced down at her body before meeting her gaze once more.
She narrowed her eyes seductively, a look that could kill each and every one of my inhibitions. Then she leaned back, giving me access to more of her body. Her neck rested over the ledge of the tub as her wet hair dripped onto the mats below.
I leaned forward, sliding onto my rightful place on her lap to be closer. I began planting kisses all over her neck, breathing in her addictive scent as I brushed some of the foam off her luscious chest. I needed my mouth on every part of her. Now.
I wrapped my lips around the peak of her left breast, taking it into my mouth to suck on, choosing to ignore the fact some of the bubbles were still present.
Ew. Pursing my lips and wrinkling up my face, I pulled back quickly. The bitter taste refused to leave my taste buds.
Vanessa closed her eyes, leaning back as she let out a velvety laugh. What had become one of my favorite sounds now heightened my annoyance with the current situation.
"You do know the bubbles are still soap, no?"
"Yeah, whatever," I scoffed, frustrated I couldn't place any part of her I sought in or against my mouth. "Let's just get out," I practically ordered, grabbing her hand.
"No thank you, love. I just got in and I'm still enjoying having the jets massage my back.”
My frown deepened, feeling particularly stubborn about this.
"But, you said I could touch you,” I reminded, having no patience for her teasing.
"I vividly recall untying your hands a while ago, is there still a problem with them?" She gently massaged the hand that was still holding hers, forging innocence.
"Yeah, they aren't the same." Hands couldn't suck her nipples, or taste her, both of which I was absolutely dying to do.
"Hmm, sometimes we don't get exactly what we want,” she hummed, rolling out her neck.
"Oh my god," I muttered under my breath, moving towards the other end of the tub, feeling the strong jets hit my back.
She glanced up from the manicured finger she was inspecting at my words.
"Sweetheart, who are you talking to like that?" she warned sweetly.
"It's fine, whatever, I'll just use my hands."
She let out a breathy laugh, enjoying this much more than I was.
"It's cute that you still think I'm going to let you, with that entitled attitude."
"What?" I gritted through my teeth, not believing her words.
She just smiled back at me, speaking much more calmly than I was. "If you behave for the rest of the bath, you can touch me when we get out, on my accord."
Instantaneously my bubbly attitude returned, as I nodded enthusiastically. She placed me back on her lap, and I graciously snuggled back against her, humming against her shoulder. I hated to admit it but I was still enjoying this.
We ended up falling into effortless conversation, as I pleaded with Vanessa to tell me all the current high society gossip she and Lillian always exchanged.
Lillian seemed much more invested, but Vanessa always seemed to have her ways of knowing everything.
I found listening to her scandalous stories top tier entertainment, and she promised to get more from Lillian for me.
"No, please don't stop! What happened afterwards to the religious guy who cheated on his wife with his male assistant?"
She rolled her eyes, but continued nonetheless. "She divorced him and his reputation was destroyed in his community, financially he lost a lot with the divorce but his business is fine. Now, I'm ready to get out now if you are."
"Have I been good enough?" Her promise hadn't slipped my mind for a moment.
"Yes, Evelyn. You've been a very good girl."
I dried my hair with a fluffy towel, before sliding into the silky robe she held out for me. It was far too long and covered my hands, but it was soft and smelt like her, so I had no complaints. She did the same, before walking over to her neatly organized marble counter with a large mirror.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my impatience returning.
"Moisturizing my skin. Would you like any serums or cream?" she offered graciously.
"Seriously? Can't this wait?" I groaned, not returning her consideration.
"No. I prefer to apply it immediately after washing, when the stratum corneum is still hydrated. Percutaneous absorption is generally better that way,” she explained. “I trust you can be patient for a few more minutes."
"That's stupid."
"Evelyn, go get yourself a drink, make yourself comfortable, or you're welcome to use any of my products. I don't care," she said, practically dismissing me.
I hummed, walking over to the counter to examine the countless bottles, jars, and sprays. I was hoping to get a reaction from her, but for some reason she ignored me, trusting me to touch her things without supervision.
"What's this?" I asked, pointing to a small sparkling container covered in French writing.
She glanced down briefly, still rubbing cream into her skin. "It's a La Mer micro peel oil. If you're using it, only take a drop—it's very potent."
"I don't even know what that is, so I'm going to pass. Do you have any good hair moisturizer or something?" I asked, hoping she’d get sick of answering me.
"Yes. In the very left corner are all my leave-in hair products," she answered warmly, nodding in that direction.
I wandered over, still frustrated and uninterested in her unnecessary collection. There were seven creams and six oils that all seemed the same, and half of them were in French.
"Use either the Vegamour oil in the small golden bottle or the Calecim cream in the light yellow container. They’ll be best for your hair type."
I glanced over to see Vanessa massaging oil into her scalp, and rubbing her lips, which were covered in a pinkish scrub, together.
Opening the jar of hair cream, I scooped some out with my finger and rubbed it into the tips of my hair.
It smelled good—really good—so I took some more.
The container was small, and the quarter-sized amount I took had to be worth a hundred dollars.
Afterward, I strode to the other side of her vanity, where all the body lotions were, and opened a few caps to smell them.
I applied one that smelled of lavender, rubbing it up my arms. It felt unexpectedly satisfying, pampering myself in a way I'd never taken the time—or invested the money—to do.
I could get used to having free rein of her higher-quality version of Bath the smell of lip scrubs was now my last priority.
"No, wait, I'm done!"
I screwed all the caps back on as fast as I could and rushed into the bedroom. She lay propped up with a book, her hair fanned out over the pillows. She glanced in my direction as my quick footsteps sounded through the room.
I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her and into her outstretched arms, hugging her tight as my hands found the bow tying her robe together.
Pulling one end, I undid the knot with surprising ease.
She had to have intentionally made it so loose for me.
But my thoughts of whether I’d properly identified it as a slip knot faded as I parted the robe.
The sight underneath was remarkable, her skin practically glowing.
I planted a sweet kiss on her lips before shamelessly taking in the sight of her body.
Leaning forward, I kissed her prominent collarbones, sucking lightly.
It was an unspoken rule not to leave hickies anywhere visible.
I sucked her neck a bit harder, getting slightly carried away, until a hand tugged my hair.
"Careful."
I hummed, but sucked a bit more, not actually considering the ramifications as my hands ran down her slender waist feeling the curvature of her shapely figure.
"I mean it, Evelyn. Don't even think about it."
I hummed again, but this time obliged, moving my lips lower to one of her breasts to flick her nipple with my tongue, before sucking hard.
That elicited a breathy sigh from her as her nipples hardened further.
I repeated the motion, reveling in the way her light moans grew.
I continued kissing her sweet skin all over, running my hands over her abdomen, feeling a new kind of pride knowing I was evoking these sounds from Vanessa Walton, the most perfect woman I'd ever seen.