(14) Sexy Sponge Bath Date

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[Chapter 14: Sexy Sponge Bath Date]

I woke up in a large tent in a sleeping bag wearing only underwear with my hands in front of me handcuffed to a rope tied around a pole holding the tent up.

I remember getting in her car, drinking some hot chocolate, and then falling asleep to the cars soothing vibrations. I vaguely remember her partially waking me up for me to sleep walk to the tent and get into the sleeping bag.

“There you are Mr. Sleepyhead”, she said as she entered the tent. “Where are we, how did we get here and why am I handcuffed?”, I asked. She replied, “We are at Caspers park out in the wilderness, but don’t get spooked. I had to make sure they weren’t tracking you so I got rid of your clothes. I have clean ones here for you for after I give you a sponge bath. The handcuffs are just for fun later. She brought a towel, a bucket of water with a sponge inside, and a container of body-wash. “Now let’s get you cleaned up Mr. Stinky”, she said as she unzipped the sleeping bag. “Lay down and hold still”, she said as she squirt some body-wash soap on a large rectangular yellow sponge and dunked it into the water. “Aren’t you going to take these off?”, I asked her looking down at the handcuffs. “Not unless you tell me to. I think it is more fun if you keep them on for now. They’re not real. They’re plastic and you could probably get them off yourself if you really wanted to. Lay back down now and hold still”. I put my head back against the pillow staring at the top of the tent. My body was completely horizontal except my underwear poking up like I was pitching a tent. The water was warm as if It had been out in the sun for a while. She began with my chest washing both my pectorals with the sponge in smooth circular motion. She would wash areas first and then dry it with a towel right after. She then washed my shoulders and arms going in long strokes along the length of my arms. She washed my hands going around the handcuffs and going in between the fingers with the sponge. She moved the sponge back and forth under my armpits which tickled. She then scrubbed my stomach stopping at my underwear. She took the sponge and slightly squeezed it to drip som water on my underwear. “You’re wet” she said giggling as she rubbed my erected tent back and forth with the towel to dry it off. She then began to wash my feet and legs with the sponge holding one foot up at a time. It tickled more and more the closer she got to my underwear. “Roll over. Let me do your back”, she said. She washed my back going up to my neck and getting my hair wet. She put some of the body wash shampoo in my hair and began to massage my head, which felt really good. She used the sponge to rinse it off and then dried it with the towel. She then turned me back over and began to wash my face. After she dried it with the towel, she gave me a soft sweet kiss. “One last place to clean.” She said with smirking smile. She then went down and pulled my underwear down to my ankles and the slowly removed it one foot at a time and dramatically threw it to the side. I was laying there handcuffed with my hands on my chest and my erection pointing straight up as she put on some rubber gloves. She brought the warm sponge and began to gently stroke in little dabs. Then she did large deep rhythmic strokes from the balls all the way to the tip. I felt an eruption of pleasure as it began to gush out pouring out warm and sticky on my stomach. She used the sponge to scoop up what had spilled and dab the sponge back on my erection to coat it with its own warm sticky juices. She then continued with large deep rhythmic strokes from the ball to the tip causing more and more to gush out. She repeated this until it had all been released. Finally she rinsed the sponge in the water and cleaned up the mess finishing by drying everything with the towel in a firm rough way. “You’re all clean now!”, she said laughing. She went and got the handcuff key and clothes for me to wear and handed them to me. While I was freeing myself and getting dressed she left and came back with a new towel and a new bucket of water with sponge inside. “It’s my turn now. But first I have to get undressed”, she said as she began to dance erotically around the pole holding up the tent. As she was dancing, she was slowly undressing in a slow sensual strip tease. She stripped down to her bra and underwear. I got the sponge soaked it in the water and put some of the body wash on it. I began to wash her as she stood erect like a manakin. I used the towel to dry each area after washing it. I used the sponge to wash her arms first followed by her stomach and back. I then went down to her feet and washed upwards until I reached her underwear. I had her turn for me to unhook her bra. I then washed the rest of her back. I slowly turned her and began to massage her breasts with the sponge with slow circular deep strokes. I turned her gently facing away from me and slowly pulled her underwear down until it was at her ankles. I then put on some rubber gloves as she stood silently waiting. On my knees, I began to wipe the curves of her buttocks with the sponge. Still on my knees, I then slowly turned her her around. I began to wash her woman area back and forth with the sponge in soft smooth rhythmic swipes watching her trembling as she stood. I used the towel to do a few final stokes between her legs until everything was dry. “You’re all clean now”, I said handing her the towel. I put the sponge in the water and it bobbed up and down and came to a rest. She wrapped the towel around her, walked over to get her clean clothes, and she got dressed.
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