INSIDE THE BEDFORD BUBBLE #WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY

It’s time for WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY… a comfortable place where we can share our WIP or published works!  Our snippet is, once again, from our upcoming novella “The Author’s Friends” which I'm happy to announce - was recently accepted for publication!  In this scene, Carla and Michael wake up in Bedford Springs after an interesting evening together.  She was just offered a position in the governor’s administration and Michael is patiently awaiting her answer.

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He drummed his fingers on the chair.  “I think I spied a container of bubble bath by the tub.  How long has it been since anyone bathed you, peanut?”

“Hmm, that sounds like heaven, but does the phrase ‘elephant in the room’ mean anything to you?”

“I think an elephant will be too large for the bathroom, my dear.  Let’s leave it outside until a bit later, shall we?”

She smiled and continued to rock in the chair, occasionally trying to peek in the window as he prepared her bath.

After waving Carla inside, Michael quickly helped remove her coat and boots sending an anxious chill down her spine.  Her cold hand was taken in his warm one as he led her to the bathroom and closed the door.  The small room was balmy and soothing with droplets of steam covering the mirror.  She slowly raised her arms allowing him to remove her sweater and bra, unsnapped her tight jeans and tugged them off.  Sitting on the closed toilet he gently pulled her onto his lap to remove a pair of thick socks, and as she stood, a quick, tender pat was administered to her bum indicating his desire to watch Carla seductively slide her panties down. 

He slowly lowered her by hand into the freestanding old-fashioned tub and kneeled on the floor, squirting more fragrant soap into the warm water creating an abundance of bubbles.  Drifting into a heavenly fantasy, her thoughts wandered somewhere between a princess and a little girl as the bath became lightly scented with lavender.  She suddenly took in a sharp breath to speak, but was stopped quickly with a gentle touch to her lips. 

“Shh-shh, don’t think too much, my love, just relax and enjoy.”

He tilted her head back slowly, saturating her hair with a cup of warm water and messaged a fragrant shampoo into her scalp with strong, thick digits.  Her tired eyes closed as the soap was thoroughly rinsed out of her blonde tresses, and he generously lathered a soft, white washcloth with which to bathe her.  Blissfully, she went with the moment reclining onto a tub pillow as Michael’s attentiveness continued, caressing her neck and breasts moving down into the soft folds of her tummy.  When she was completely covered in suds, he put the cloth aside and allowed his skillful hands to lightly stroke her skin, smoothing away all stress and anxiety.  The moment that her upper body was rinsed clean, Michael rotated his finger in a circular motion.  

With a heavy sigh and a pout on her lips, she turned over revealing her pink and very warm cheeks.  On hands and knees with her round globes barely floating out of the bubbles, he slid his soapy fingers up and down the length of her vagina, skillfully cleansing and arousing her at the same moment.  Tenderly, he circled her swollen clit a number of times to the brink of excitement and then with a slow moving slippery thumb, issued a warning to the cleft on her bottom.  It was certainly no surprise to Carla that his final destination would be her quivering small, smooth hole he enjoyed so much.  Circling the tender rim, around and around, he finally pushed in gently with an expectation that she would arch her back to invite his digit, right where she wanted to possess it.  He loved to watch as she gradually backed into his extremity, swallowing it up with the sway of her hips.  It was an arousing visual for him; their shared anal kink was obvious, and her flush of embarrassment only made it that much more enjoyable … for both of them.

With a rinse and smack to her wet, wobbly behind, bath time was officially over.  Her serious frown instantly let him know that she wished to remain in the tub.  But as he waited with an outstretched towel and raised one eyebrow, she knew it was better to comply than ruin the moment.  Carla was dried gently, wrapped in softness and pulled onto his lap as he sat back down on the closed toilet to give her a warm, strong hug.

“Stay put and I’ll bring you a fresh pair of panties.  It’s time for us to talk.”

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I hope you enjoyed today’s scene … it's always more fun when you visit!  Please keep hopping around to the other blogs on this list.  There are some great authors waiting to share!  Happy Wednesday ~ shelly