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Exploring At first, I used my new found abilities mostly for evil. I was a peeping tom. I watched Molly change her clothes and take showers more times than I could possibly count. I usually just watched. I didn't take over her actions. I just observed, totally stricken with puppy love. It didn't matter to me what I was watching. I liked her naked, of course, but she could be putting on makeup, dancing in her bedroom (which she did often), or doing her homework. She would wrinkle her nose when she had a tough problem she was concentrating on. And she chewed on her eraser. One day, when she was a freshman in high school, she came home from a long run and went to take a nice soak in the bath tub. She pulled out scented candles, and<b> bubble bath. </font></b>Her muscles were very sore. I watched from a distance as she peeled her clothes off carelessly and dropped them to the floor, and then stepped gingerly into the warm bubble bath, vanishing slowly beneath the bubbles. I hovered closer, and reached out to touch her. Suddenly, I felt the warm water. She was underneath it, holding her breath, floating near the bottom of the tub, completely limp, until her lungs cried out for air and she reluctantly pushed her head back up through the iridescent suds. She took a deep breath, and her nipples rose above the suds. I could feel the bubbles on her breasts. Delicate things, and when they popped, they tingled a little. She enjoyed the feeling, so she lifted more bubbles in her arms and piled them on her naked breasts to let them settle and pop. Enjoying the hyper sensitive feeling in her skin, she lowered her hands slowly, spreading suds over her ribs and tummy, and then up her thighs to her knees. That felt even better! She bathed her inner thighs very gently with tiny bubbles, over and over again, loving the feelings that were building up inside her. She had never had these feelings before. She was exploring them for the first time. She touched her pussy lightly -- just with the bubbles. Not with her skin. She rubbed bubbles up and down her body for another ten minutes or so, and then brought her hands back to her swelling pussy and pressed her fingertips against her lips. It felt amazing, so she started to massage all over her lips, gently. Soothing away her tensions. I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, I spread her thighs wider and pulled her lips open with her tender fingertips. Lovingly, I stroked her clit and she took a sharp breath in. She loved it! Feeling encouraged, I got braver, pressing her index and ring fingers on either side of her lips, and pulling them wide while her middle finger slid down to the opening of her vagina and back up to her clit. Again, I repeated the motion, and again. Each time I brushed her fingertip over her clit she breathed in sharply and let out a tiny, whimpering moan. A few moments later I didn't have to encourage her anymore, her fingers were working, stroking her clit faster and faster while her moans grew louder. Her finger strokes swished the bubbles and made it sound like water boiling and her moans were echoing off the walls when her orgasm finally took her and her thighs thrashed, splashing puddles of suds over the side of the tub. God, I loved that girl. |
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