The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

When I returned, Laura had pulled off her blouse and shift and was standing there quite naked except for her long drawers. Frankly, I was aroused by the sight of her bare breasts which jiggled so deliciously when she reached up on to the shelf above her head for a towel to take into the bathroom. I said nothing whilst I swiftly undressed, but Laura could see from the look on my face the effect her semi-nude body was having on me. Now also wearing nothing except my drawers, I reached up for another towel and then we trotted into the bathroom together. Laura clambered in first and let out a contented sigh as she slid into the welcoming warmth of the water. 'Oh, if only we had some decent soap to wash ourselves with,' I grumbled, as perched the edge of the bath tub, I coated my arms with the small unscented tablet provided by the school. 'Yes, for what our parents pay to send us here we should be given a choice of the best French soaps like Dubois-Crepy or Maubert's,' Laura said consolingly. 'Let's pretend we have a bar of Roger and Gallet's Fleur d'Amours.' (As readers of the fair sex will be aware, this is one of the most expensive toilet soaps on the market and is only available at the most exclusive stores.) Laura held out her hand and smiled at me. Her pretty face was partially shielded by damp, silky strands of hair which covered her shoulders and reached to the tops of her high, uplifted breasts which were topped by large strawberry nipples. I glanced downwards and my own bosoms began to tingle as I peered at her flat belly which was dimpled by a sweet little button in its centre and below which nestled a mass of curly pussey hair. Here I should state that my own breasts are not quite so large as Laura's but are just as delightfully firm and are almost unbearably sensitive.

Sometimes I have managed to spend simply by rubbing them against my fingers and yielding to the exquisite sensations as the nipples swell and throb under my touch. I stayed still, staring at the gorgeous girl's supple, sensuous body, whilst she returned a similar look at my own naked figure. 'Shall I wash your back for you, Susie?' Laura asked and when I said that I should like nothing better, she said: 'Then put in some more hot water.' When I turned round to pick up a half-full pitcher I was convinced that she was staring hard at the flaunted cheeks of my raised bottom. 'That's better,' she said and as the fresh water cascaded into the tub. She added brightly: 'Come on in with me then, if we squeeze up there's easily enough room for two.' There was no need for her to repeat the invitation. I squeezed in beside her and she began to sponge down my back.

'I'll sit up so you can lie back and rinse off the lather,' she suggested and as she moved up and I moved down, her arm slipped around my shoulders and our cheeks brushed together. Then, to my great delight, Laura let her fingers slide across my tummy and down into my wet blonde bush. I sighed with pleasure when her fingertips began smoothing a salacious passage from top to bottom along the edges of my tingling cunney crack and I slid my arms around her waist to hug her soft body whilst her fingers continued to rub insistently against my pouting pussey lips. Shivers of delight coursed through me when I sat up and Laura pulled her hand away and instead fondled my breasts as our mouths crushed together and her wet tongue slithered between my teeth and began to lap lubriciously inside my mouth. 'Oh yes, darling,' I panted when she tweaked my engorged raised nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I lay against the back of the bath as Laura returned her hand downwards and glided her fingers into my sopping slit. Her thumb prodded against my clitty and I squirmed with joy and pressed my own hand against her curly pubic muff. She let out a throaty gasp as I slid two fingers between her cunney lips and, as I sank them in to the knuckle, Laura pushed herself upwards, arching her back and wriggling her delicious body to signal me to penetrate her love funnel even more deeply. In the meantime she repaid the compliment by thrusting three fingers in and out of my juicy cunney at a fast, rhythmic pace, and at every stroke her thumb rubbed excitingly at the erect fleshy ball of my ditty. 'Susie, can you pull out the plug?' asked Laura. I swung my arm backwards and lifted the chain upwards to let the water begin gurgling down the drain.