I found beautiful Olivia in the garden behind her house. She was sitting by a rose bush, doing something with the turf near its roots.
“What a gorgeous flower.”
She smiled at me: “Yes, I like roses too.”
“Oh, yes, there is also this rose…”
She giggled at my clumsy compliment, but clearly enjoyed it.
“Olivia, please tell me where the local bathhouse is. I’m a little dirty after the long road.”
“Oh, of course! I should’ve thought about it.” She looks over her hands and knees covered in mud after crawling around the garden. “I could use a bath myself. I will accompany you.”
After a short journey, we arrive to the bathhouse. It was rather small, so small, in fact, that there were no separate sections for men and women. The main hall, however, contained a large pool, deserted at the moment. The walls and floor were made of stone, not marble, but still rather good-looking. On it were carved out depictions of main events in the town’s short history. “The Quaestor will surely order today’s battle up there. I’m sure you will be its centrepiece.” “Yes,” I laugh “and then I will be able to eye all the beautiful women of Tarraco bathing.”
Olivia laughs too: “Why not start now?” She drops her white toga and stands completely naked before me. I am astonished. My eyes are glued to her perfect full globes, which end in pointy brown nipples. Below them are her perfectly flat stomach, her thin waist and slender legs. Finally, shyly hidden in silky black fur is her sweet jewel.
I drop my own toga revealing muscular torso and legs, and my huge raging hard-on. Olivia gasps in astonishment. Before she can say anything, I embrace her and we fall into the bath kissing and touching each other’s bodies.
Olivia hugs me with her legs, impaling herself onto me. She cries and moans happily as we merge into one in an, oh, so pleasant act. I hug her back with one hand, using the other to pet and caress her bountiful chest, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples. Though, we are both incredibly hot, the water does not allow us to move too fast, making our loving slow-mo and extending the blissful moments.
Soon, Olivia reaches the heavens. Her pleasure flows to me through our connection and through her happy cries and moans. I, too, fall over the edge.
But after a short visit to heavens, we come back to Earth. We help wash each other’s bodies, kiss, and talk about various things, until the Sun nearly sets. We have to get ready for the festival. Or, perhaps, we should stay here and make love in the dark? |