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Henry lowered himself slowly into the deep hot bubble bath. Slowly because Xena, always liked the bath at least several degrees hotter than he was comfortable with. He had this theory; no actually he was quite sure, that women could tolerate water much hotter than most men. Or maybe it just him being a wimp as Xena would often say mischievously.As Henry’s body started adjusting to the heat, he watched her climb into the bath, immersing herself in the hot water without even the merest suggestion of a wince. “Nice?” he asked teasingly “Gorgeous,” she replied, as she sat with her back to the other end of the bath, her legs bent with her feet resting just under his knees. She loved his big bath with taps in the middle instead of end, and the fact it was so huge that it comfortably took both of them, despite the fact that Henry was a sliver off six foot tall. He stroked her legs, marveling for the umpteenth time just how incredibly soft her skin was and how she kept them so smooth. He smiled to himself; of course he knew how she did it. It was the fact that she took the time to always keep her legs smooth that he appreciated. “Penny for them?” bursa escort she smiled “Your lovely legs are worth considerably more than a penny. In fact I’d say the whole package is priceless,” Henry replied with a mischievous smile. “Cheeky man,” she laughed softly, gently pulling the hair on his shins “Ouch!” he exclaimed “Wimp,” she laughed “Wimp am I?” he countered, pulling her towards him and putting one hand tenderly behind her head as he deeply kissed her. “Hmmm, you’re insatiable,” she said softly “Ah, only because you make me so,” Henry replied equally softly. He reached for the jug that was by the side of the bath. Xena turned around so she was sitting between Henry’s legs, Facing away from him, leaving enough room to tilt her head back so that he could soak her long hair. Her eyes closed, not that he ever got water or shampoo in her face. He loved washing her hair, not just for the pleasure that it clearly gave her but because he loved the feel of her hair sliding through his hand. Making her happy made him happy, content even. He felt her hair fall into his lap, heavy enough now to fall below the water line and bursa escort bayan come to rest softly against him, soaked by the hot water cascading over it. Pouring half a palm full of shampoo into his big hands, Henry gently scooped her long tresses upwards out of the water. He worked the shampoo in, his touch getting steadily firmer. Her sigh of happiness made a smile run across his lips. For several moments just the steady sound of their breathing and the soft sounds his hands made in her hair filled the warm steamy air of the bathroom. He gently rinsed her hair. Then, starting at her bangs, his hands worked their way to the nape of her neck, gently flattening her hair as they slid down its length. This was the only time he ever came close to pulling her hair, when he squeezed the moisture out of it. Pouring a generous amount of conditioner into his hands, he worked into her hair before pulling her to rest against his chest for a few moments. After rinsing it, he squeezed the last of the moisture out. His strong hands were gentle as he twisted her hair into a loose bun at the nape of her neck in the way she had taught escort bursa him. Hair washed he turned his attention to soaping her back and shoulders, massaging her soft skin with firm gentle strokes. His hands moved down to cup her gorgeous hips before massaging back up again. Turning her around, he began to soap the front of her body. His big hands made her feel even more petite than her 110 pounds. His slow, sensual, unhurried strokes whispered promises to her skin of more delights to come, knowing they had nowhere to go and no one to please but themselves till the following day. “Sweetheart?” Henry started to ask “Yes, Sweetpea,” Xena replied. Henry grinned at her affectionate name for him. The gentleness of the name at odds with his height and frame. “Have you everything for your Ball tomorrow or is there anything left you need to get?” He was referring to the Charity Ball Xena had arranged. She had done most of the legwork, though he and their friends had happily pitched in when needed. All proceeds would go to the foundation she had created to support those who had not had the best starts in life. “I have everything I need, thank you,” Xena replied, “Ball gown, heels, perfume and silk wrap.” “Lingerie?” Henry asked, teasingly. “What lingerie? What makes you think I’m going to be wearing any?” Xena tried but failed to keep a straight face and they both burst out laughing.

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