smiled.
"Oh my, this water is good." The jets at my back did feel good but I was too focused on Isabella to really
care. She had a very slightly nervous expression now. I wasn't sure if it was because my being there was
now uncomfortable to her or because she was feeling aroused and didn't understand why. I gave her a
reassuring smile and moved to lean forward to give her slight kiss to her cheek. "Doesn't this feel good,
Isabella?"
She seemed to relax and smiled back. "Yes Kathy, it feels so good to feel this water moving." I wondered
if she had already tried to place herself up against a jet to let the water massage her clit.
"Kathy, the moving water, it makes me feel...it makes me feel so good inside." That seemed to answer
my question. "The boys, they touch me, but this feels better."
"I know it does, sweetheart, it makes me feel so good inside too." It was now or never.
I moved and knelt in the tub, to let one of the side jets come up against my clit. I sipped the wine as if
this was the natural thing to do when a young girl was bathing with me. I smiled at Isabella who simply
smiled back, but her eyes were a bit wide as she thought of what was happening. Letting the jet caress
my tingling clit, I sighed and put a hand to my breast and held it tight, sighing some more. Giving Isabella
a reassuring smile every now and then, I let the pleasure build.
The presence of the teen child, the thoughts of watching her do the same, the jet pulsing into my clit
and the overall sexually charged vacation soon had me on my way. Giving the girl one last look, my face
now showing my excitement, she was looking at me with interest, not alarm. I returned to my pleasures
and with one hand holding the edge of the tub and the other my own breasts, I let the orgasm quickly
build and flood over me. I gasped, shook a few times and gasped again, all in the pleasure and not just
for show.
As I came down, I sat back on my own legs and with my eyes closed, just massaged myself, getting the
last sexual pleasures and letting my breathing slow. I opened my eyes and smiling at Isabella, I picked up
the wine, sat back where I was and again pretended this was normal for me. Isabella was smiling in a
different way and it took a second to realize that under the carpet of bubbles, her hand was at her vulva.
"Come here, sweetheart."
She came over and I arranged her to lie back against me, facing away and with us both semi-reclined. I
took her hand and put it to her vulva, again as if this was normal and proper. She was a bit hesitant. I
kissed the top of her head and gave her a hug, as if to say, 'Its okay. Touch yourself.' Her hand started
moving.
I luxuriated in the sensations, her young, slim, wet, soapy body against mine. Her hard round ass against
my vulva and the slight movement I felt as her hand moving over herself. Her upper back was against my
breasts and my nipples, fully erect were thrilling to the slight movement. I let Isabella stroke herself
without any help from me. Then I moved one of her legs apart a bit, inviting her to continue. She moved
the leg at my touch and she sighed. After about another minute I put one hand over one of her wet,
slippery breasts. They were incredibly firm and her puffy nipple went full. I massaged her breast and
then also held the other. Her body was making little movements now, her ass muscles contacting and
her little pelvis moving as well. The movement against my vulva was heavenly.
If she was concerned about masturbating on my lap, she didn't show it. I moved a leg and pulled it up
and out, giving her more room for her hand. She went with that and her hand seemed to move farther
down and move a bit faster. I was amazed that she was so overtly sexual with me. I hugged her tight and
she kept on masturbating.
Isabella was now giving out little girl moans and murmurs. By her movements she was close to climax. I
moved a hand from her breasts to her hand, pressing it and encouraging her. She
"Oh my, this water is good." The jets at my back did feel good but I was too focused on Isabella to really
care. She had a very slightly nervous expression now. I wasn't sure if it was because my being there was
now uncomfortable to her or because she was feeling aroused and didn't understand why. I gave her a
reassuring smile and moved to lean forward to give her slight kiss to her cheek. "Doesn't this feel good,
Isabella?"
She seemed to relax and smiled back. "Yes Kathy, it feels so good to feel this water moving." I wondered
if she had already tried to place herself up against a jet to let the water massage her clit.
"Kathy, the moving water, it makes me feel...it makes me feel so good inside." That seemed to answer
my question. "The boys, they touch me, but this feels better."
"I know it does, sweetheart, it makes me feel so good inside too." It was now or never.
I moved and knelt in the tub, to let one of the side jets come up against my clit. I sipped the wine as if
this was the natural thing to do when a young girl was bathing with me. I smiled at Isabella who simply
smiled back, but her eyes were a bit wide as she thought of what was happening. Letting the jet caress
my tingling clit, I sighed and put a hand to my breast and held it tight, sighing some more. Giving Isabella
a reassuring smile every now and then, I let the pleasure build.
The presence of the teen child, the thoughts of watching her do the same, the jet pulsing into my clit
and the overall sexually charged vacation soon had me on my way. Giving the girl one last look, my face
now showing my excitement, she was looking at me with interest, not alarm. I returned to my pleasures
and with one hand holding the edge of the tub and the other my own breasts, I let the orgasm quickly
build and flood over me. I gasped, shook a few times and gasped again, all in the pleasure and not just
for show.
As I came down, I sat back on my own legs and with my eyes closed, just massaged myself, getting the
last sexual pleasures and letting my breathing slow. I opened my eyes and smiling at Isabella, I picked up
the wine, sat back where I was and again pretended this was normal for me. Isabella was smiling in a
different way and it took a second to realize that under the carpet of bubbles, her hand was at her vulva.
"Come here, sweetheart."
She came over and I arranged her to lie back against me, facing away and with us both semi-reclined. I
took her hand and put it to her vulva, again as if this was normal and proper. She was a bit hesitant. I
kissed the top of her head and gave her a hug, as if to say, 'Its okay. Touch yourself.' Her hand started
moving.
I luxuriated in the sensations, her young, slim, wet, soapy body against mine. Her hard round ass against
my vulva and the slight movement I felt as her hand moving over herself. Her upper back was against my
breasts and my nipples, fully erect were thrilling to the slight movement. I let Isabella stroke herself
without any help from me. Then I moved one of her legs apart a bit, inviting her to continue. She moved
the leg at my touch and she sighed. After about another minute I put one hand over one of her wet,
slippery breasts. They were incredibly firm and her puffy nipple went full. I massaged her breast and
then also held the other. Her body was making little movements now, her ass muscles contacting and
her little pelvis moving as well. The movement against my vulva was heavenly.
If she was concerned about masturbating on my lap, she didn't show it. I moved a leg and pulled it up
and out, giving her more room for her hand. She went with that and her hand seemed to move farther
down and move a bit faster. I was amazed that she was so overtly sexual with me. I hugged her tight and
she kept on masturbating.
Isabella was now giving out little girl moans and murmurs. By her movements she was close to climax. I
moved a hand from her breasts to her hand, pressing it and encouraging her. She
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