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Haruka slowly eased herself into the tub. The water was a little hotter
than she'd wanted, but she soon began to adjust. Still, the excess heat
made her skin seem to tingle.
She had just finished washing herself down and was now enjoying a relaxing
soak. Michiru had just finished bathing and was more than likely changing
for the dance they had plans to attend.
The tickets had gone on sale two months ago, but Michiru had been talking
about it weeks before. Haruka was first in line for tickets and when
Michiru found out, she hugged Haruka so tightly that Haruka thought her ribs
might crack.
The water line reached up Haruka's chest, past the base of her breasts, just
below her nipples. As the water worked its way into every pore of her skin,
she leaned her head against the far edge of the tub, closed her eyes, and
marveled at how lucky she truly was. Michiru was one in a million, Haruka
had always thought so. She couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Then
again, she couldn't imagine anyone but Michiru having her.
They had been married for close to 10 years. They'd been engaged for longer
than either of them could remember, but they had decided long ago not to
marry until Crystal Tokyo had been established and the world was at peace.
Still, through most of their long, long, long engagement, they pretty much
considered themselves married, even though they hadn't made it official.
Nevertheless, either one of them would openly admit that their happiest
moments were when they were together, even if they were in battle. Even
when it was absolutely necessary for them to be apart, it was noticeable
that both would suffer emotionally and psychologically, each worrying about
the others well-being, not knowing if the other was alive or dead. It had
reached the point where their relationship was almost symbiotic. They were
vital to each others emotional survival.
As the warm water began to work its magic, Haruka's mind began to wanderinto a
dream-like state. This was nothing new for her, she did this all the time.
Her mind was going back to what was far and away her happiest time with
Michiru. It was their two-week honeymoon is Paris, France.
Now Paris might not seem like an original honeymoon spot, but with Harukaand
Michiru, it wasn't so much where they spent their honeymoon, but how. Theyhad
reserved a beautiful hotel room overlooking the waterfront. Their room was
about the size of a small house, with a kitchen and everything.
This was advantageous because Haruka and Michiru never left their room, not
once in all of those two weeks. Their entire honeymoon was spent in their
room, completely naked! They never bothered to put on any clothes, although
even they didn't really know why.
The hardest part was hiding from the cleaning ladies when they came by in
the mornings. Haruka and Michiru never put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign.
Maybe it was because, off and on, they had to see some real people. Haruka
remembered how they would always hide under the bed, while the maids cleaned
around them. Haruka also remembered how she'd always peek from under the
bed to look up the maids skirts and see if they were wearing panties. Much
to her delight, most of them weren't.
They had always been sexually open with each other. They made love once a
week at the very least. If one had to travel without the other, they'd call
each other and have sex over the phone. Sometimes the phone bills were
astronomical, but it was always worth it.
They openly masturbated at home, sometimes in private, but mostly together.
It was not only for arousal, but also so they could keep each other updated
on how they liked to be pleasured, if they'd learned a new way of touching
that they liked or if they found a new place they liked to be touched.
For some reason though, that time in Paris was different. It was special.
It was sacred. They had made love in every area of that hotel room. That's
probably half the reason they didn't wear clothes; they knew they'd just
take them off anyway. But it was something about being there with Michiru
for two weeks. Naked. Alone. Just the two of them and no one else.
Somehow, Haruka felt closer, more intimate with Michiru than ever before.
Haruka's mind began to drift back in time to one particular incident. Too
much had happened in those two weeks to remember everything at once. She
only brought forth one memory at a time.
She remembered their second week. They had just eaten breakfast. Haruka
was sitting at the table and Michiru was putting the dishes away. She put
the dishes on the counter. Then Haruka could hear Michiru whisper toherself.
"I can't stand it anymore."
Haruka looked up and her eyes widened when she saw that Michiru had begun
masturbating. Her right hand reached up to her breasts, her fingers
fluttering around her nipples, which were already hard and swollen. Her
left hand reached between her legs and began stroking back and forth, ever
so slowly. But soon, the rhythm gradually became faster. After a minute or
two of this Michiru whimpered a pleasured sigh and removed her left hand
from inside her. Immediately she started rubbing her crotch against the
edge of the countertop.
Haruka remembered that all she did was stare, hypnotized by the sight of her
lover pleasuring her beautiful self. As Michiru's hips pumped against the
countertop, she rubbed her wet hand all over her breasts, basting them with
her fluids. After she'd massaged her juices into her skin, she used her
hands to play with her nipples, still rubbing herself against the counter.
She rubbed against the counter and played with her breasts for several
minutes. Her moans increased with every rub against the counter, with every
tug at her nipples. Her face reddened and her eyes were tearing up. Her
body glistened with beads of sweat, making her even more beautiful.
Suddenly, her entire body froze. Michiru's head shot up and she let out a
quick gasp of air. Her eyes went wide as if in shock. Tears were streaming
down her cheeks, but she had a big smile on her face. She cried out and
came, her body shuddering off and on like little earthquakes. Haruka would
never forget that beautiful sight as long as she lived.
Then, as quickly as she'd started, Michiru regained her composure. Her face
still red from her experience, she walked over to Haruka and whispered in
her ear."I just had to get that out of my system."
Michiru then licked Haruka's ear and walked into the bathroom to clean
herself up, seductively swaying her hips...
The hot water from the tub lapped against Haruka's nipples, snapping her
back to reality. Haruka's breasts were firm and muscular from her
athletics, but they were deceptively the most sensitive part of her body.
That was a good thing though, since Michiru absolutely adored Haruka's firm
breasts and loved playing with them when they made love.
Suddenly, Haruka could feel hands touching her. One hand was massaging her
left breast and the other was between her legs, penetrating inside her,
pumping slowly in and out. Her eyes widening in terror, Haruka's head
immediately shot down to stare at her body.
Her eyes widened farther as she realized it was her own hands pleasuring
her. And they were still at it! Her face turned red, not so much from
embarrassment but from shock. She couldn't believe it. Sleepwalking is
one thing, she thought, but this? She quickly pulled her hands away from
her body, then she heard a muffled giggle. Haruka immediately looked up.
Michiru was standing in the bathroom doorway, her turquoise bathrobe untiedand
loosely clinging to her body. She was playing with a lock of her aquamarine
hair and tossed a sly smile Haruka's way.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "I thought you were enjoying yourself."
"How long have you been there?!" Haruka yelled angrily."Ever since you started."
"And you couldn't wake me up or something?!" Haruka splashed a wave ofwater at
Michiru.Michiru quickly stepped out the bathroom door, avoiding a soaking.
"Why wake you? I thought your body was doing quite well on its own."
"If you come back in here, I'll splash you again!" Haruka yelled."Really?"
Michiru slowly walked back in the doorway, her hands at the lapels of her
robe. It was almost as if she was daring Haruka to make good on her threat,
but for some reason Haruka didn't. For some reason Haruka sensed something
was going to happen, and something did. Once she was in the doorway,
Michiru threw her robe back, the sleeves dangling around her wrists, giving
Haruka a glimpse of every inch of her gorgeous naked body. Her large round
breasts, so soft and pillowy. Her soft, tight sex, pouting and plump,
without a trace of pubic hair. Haruka was stunned. Even after all these
years, the sight of Michiru's body would still make her toungue-tied.
"Uh...Wow. What was I going to do again?" Haruka asked blindly.Michiru giggled.
"Oh, nothing really. Actually, I was wondering if I could join you in thetub."
"I thought you were getting dressed for the dance."
"Haruka," Michiru's voice became softer and more seductive, "The dance isn't
for two hours. We have plenty of time. Besides, you looked like you were
having fun about a minute ago..."
Michiru's hands reached between her legs and began to rub her smooth sex.
Then her face changed to a mock-pouting look and there was a slight whine in
her voice."...and I want to have fun too."
Haruka's left hand began playing with her breast again and her right hand
followed suit. She gave Michiru a sly glance and cradled her breasts in her
hands, holding them just above the waterline.
"Well come on in. The water's fine."
Michiru grinned and eased into the tub. Haruka moved away from the edge, as
Michiru sat on her lap, wrapping her legs around Haruka's waist.
"The water's a little hot, don't you think?" Michiru asked.
"Not as hot as you are.""Oh, Haruka. You always know what makes me happy."
They wrapped their arms lightly around each other and kissed a long gentle
kiss on the lips. They lightly trailed kisses on each others lips, cheeks,
necks and shoulders.
Michiru pressed her body tightly against Haruka's, rubbing their breasts
together. Rubbing their bodies together always excited Michiru. She always
enjoyed pressing her soft body against Haruka's hard, muscular frame.
Michiru had a very slender body also, but it wasn't chiseled muscle like
Haruka's was. Haruka's muscles gave her a beautiful body that looked so
incredibly sexy, Michiru could barely control herself whenever she saw
Haruka naked.
Haruka's hands meanwhile, trailed down Michiru's back and clasped onto her
soft butt, spreading the cheeks apart. The hot water from the tub invaded
Michiru's anus, causing her to hiss a sharp gasp through clenched teeth.
Haruka immediately stopped kissing Michiru to see if she had caused her love
any discomfort. Michiru's face glowed as she gave Haruka a loving grin,
reassuring Haruka that she was in no pain and pleading her to continue.
The two resumed kissing. Haruka's hands cradled Michiru's butt and rocked
her back and forth in the tub as Michiru continued to rub her body against
Haruka's.
Eventually, they both reached orgasm, and they gripped each other tightly,
crushing their bodies together as they spasmed against each other. As they
came, they kissed each other hard and moaned in each others mouths. They
sat in the tub for five minutes afterwards, lightly fondling each other and
breathing hard as they got their strength back.
Both women looked at the clock in the hall outside the doorway. The dance
was in one
hour. They couldn't believe how much time they'd spent, but still, they had
their fun and there was still plenty of time to get ready. It was only a
half hour drive from their house to the dance anyway. They wiggled out of
their embrace and got out of the tub. But soon they were both kissing again
as they dried each other off, taking an extra long time drying each other's
breasts and privates.After they dried off, Haruka pulled Michiru close.
"It almost makes me wish we weren't going anywhere tonight."
Michiru brought her forehead up and touched Haruka's.
"Me too, but you bought those tickets for us and I'd hate to see you waste
your money."
They walked hand-in-hand, naked, to the bedroom, where they had laid out
their clothes for the evening. Before going inside, Michiru stopped and
turned to Haruka.
"Did I ever thank you for buying those tickets. I know how expensive theywere."
"Oh you thanked me all right! We were both sore for a week, remember?"
"Well even so, it's customary to thank someone again after the fact."
Michiru began to trace little circles around Haruka's breasts with herfinger.
"So what do you say when we're done on the dance floor, we come back and do
a little dancing on our floor."Haruka hugged Michiru and nuzzled her neck.
"A 'private' dance with the woman I love. You wouldn't be able to stop me if
you broke both my legs."
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