The Pleasure Giver Chronicles Ch. 02

"Sir, I need to wash your face. Could you close your eyes so I don't get soap in them?"

And now he lifted his face up to me, his eyes closed. I ran my soapy hands over it, feeling the slightly stubbled cheeks, the smooth forehead, the soft lips...

NO! Not the lips. I knew all would be lost if I ran my finger over his lips. With a supreme effort, I moved my hands down and turned his face toward the water. He lowered it, opened his eyes and said, "Thank you, Soma." His voice was raspier than it had been and his eyes had a look of...disappointment?

I turned off the water and opened the curtain. I stepped out first, then held my hand out for him. He took it and stepped out. He wobbled for a moment and I reached out to steady him. Again, our eyes met and I knew I had to act quickly. I reached for a towel and patted his face dry, breaking the connection just in time.

I grabbed each arm with the towel, extended it and patted it dry, making sure to include the armpits. I moved to his chest and rubbed it down, fluffing the hair slightly and giving each nipple a quick suck to make them properly erect. I knelt as I approached his belly. After drying it, I stuck my tongue in his navel to lick out any stray water. He rubbed my head appreciatively.

I proceeded to his thighs and legs, intentionally bypassing his crotch for the moment. My original plans had been shot along with his load in the shower and I need time to regroup. I did dry underneath his crotch, making sure the thigh fold and perineum were dry.

I lifted his foot and he placed his hands on my shoulders for balance. I dried it carefully, then planted a kiss on it and ran my tongue between his toes, eliciting another moan of pleasure. I repeated this with the other foot and added a long lick on his sole.

I stood up and dried off his back. I blew softly on his neck to dry some of the water, then lapped up the rest with my tongue. I knew from his reaction that it was a very sensitive area. He murmured and backed into me. My cock slid into his ass crack. I froze, not knowing what to do. He ground back on me, slid up and down and stepped away. I saw his tush was shining with my precum. I quickly ran my fingers over my cock and licked the precum from them.

"Sir, I'm afraid I've gotten something on your ass. I need to clean it off."

I knelt behind him and ran the flat of my tongue over his buttocks. He leaned forward and placed his hands against the wall. I spread his cheeks and confirmed my fears: his ass, too, had been sullied by my precum. That would never do. I leaned in and ran my tongue over the length of his crack, once, twice, three times, to make sure he was once again clean.

And now, to complete the task: I ran my tongue around his anus and heard him softly repeating, "Oh, my God!" I swirled around the rosebud, smelling the soap and nothing else. Stretching it a little more, I pointed my tongue as best I could and pushed it at the opening. It didn't go far, so I had to poke at it again and again, picking up speed and managing to work my way in a little. In the meantime, Mr. Smith was squirming, making me put my hands on his hips and pulling him closer to my tongue. My hands made incidental contact with his cock and I felt it starting to grow again.

"There we are, Sir, clean again. I apologize for the mess."

"That's....that's...that's quite all right, Soma. Though I fear you're getting me dripping again."

"We can't have that, Sir. Let me look."

He turned around and I was face to face with his cock, almost erect, with a telltale drop of precum forming. His refractory time was better than I had thought. I licked off the drop of precum and looked up at him.

"You clearly need some more relaxing, Sir. Please go lay on the bed while I dry myself off and I'll attend to you shortly."

"Don't be long," he said as he walked toward the bed.

"You can depend on me, Sir."

I stood up gingerly: my knees were no longer built for long periods of time kneeling on the floor. I pushed myself up using the tub for support and hung the towel over the top of the shower curtain: I didn't want to leave Mr. Smith's room messy. There was one other bath towel in the room. I didn't know when his linens would be refreshed, so I took one of the hand towels and dried myself off as best I could. I patted my hair lightly and swept it over with my hand. If I rubbed it dry, it would have been all over the place and I didn't want Mr. Smith to see me looking like that.

I walked toward the bed and saw something that stopped me in my tracks. Mr. Smith had turned down the covers and pushed two pillows side by side. He was lying on his back with the sheet covering him, slightly tented by his cock. The other side had the sheet down, clearly waiting for someone to join him under the covers. My heart gave a leap and my cock a twitch as I came closer, ready for whatever was to come.

Then I saw the other thing that froze me. Mr. Smith had his eyes closed and was breathing softly and steadily. I had done my job all too well: he was relaxed after his long day.

I padded up to his side of the bed, leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you for allowing me to serve you," I whispered, and quietly got dressed. The room must not have been vacuumed, because I was getting dust in my eyes, making them water. Stop it, Soma. You did your job. You provided pleasure to a client and made him feel good. Now get back to your room and get ready to go home. And get that cock down...no cumming for you today.

On the walk back to my room, I was in a daze, trying to process what had happened. What was up with those thoughts of kissing him in the shower? He's not my type at all. Anyway, he's a client and I'm just his hotel whore. After all, this is what I am, isn't that what Mrs. King said? I saw my destiny more clearly: always giving pleasure, never receiving. Snap out of it, Soma: what's up with the pity party? This is what you signed up for.

I made it back to my room and saw that Housekeeping had been its usual efficient self. The bed was made, the trash cans were emptied, all was normal...except me. What was happening to me?