Bad Neighbor - Single Mom Fake Fiance Romance
“Where have you been?” I asked. “At a shelter. I-I got a job cleaning on the day shift and the night shift, but I just got fired from the night shift.” “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” I said, coping to my part in the situation. “Let me run you a bath okay?” “O-okay,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. Taking her gently by the hand, I led Ashlyn into the bathroom and sat her down on the chair I’d had set up in there. Starting the tap, I let Ashlyn pick her favorite temperature before putting in the plug. As the tub filled, I began to add all manner of scented oils and bubble bath, all designed to make the process even more pleasant. When the tub was inches from its brim, I turned off the taps, halting the water.
A look at Ashlyn let me know she was in no fit state to undress herself and get into a tub safely. It was likely she hadn’t really slept in days. Taking her by the shoulders, I stood her up and released her golden hair from the ponytail she had put it in. “Arms up,” I ordered, and she obeyed without resistance as I pulled her shirt up over her head.
Getting on my knees behind her, I took off her shoes and her socks before going back up to her waist, reaching around and undoing her jeans, easing them down, keeping my eyes on the floor as I did so. Taking her panties down in the same manner, I stood up, relieving her of her bra, Ashlyn letting out a small sigh of relief as it came free.
Taking her by her shoulders, I guided her to the tub, getting a glimpse of her full glory as she sank slowly among the bubbles.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked. “Yes, please,” she said, not specifying, but just sinking lower into the water. Alcohol was out, I knew she didn’t drink. I went to the kitchen and poured a tall glass of grape juice, figuring it to be the safest option. Pouring myself a single Wild Turkey at the mini bar, I returned to the bathroom. Sitting in the chair, I handed Ashlyn the grape juice, while taking a sip off my Wild Turkey. “Yummy,” she said, her top lip still purple from the juice. Without knowing why I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. Ashlyn closed her eyes humming contentedly, not seeming to mind at all. Putting my tumbler down by the sink, I lay my hands on her bare, wet shoulders, again without a word of protest from her, and started massaging her very tight muscles. Ashlyn hummed contentedly as I massaged her, letting out the occasional moan that while not quite orgasmic got mighty close to it. Putting the empty glass down on the side of the tub, she moved, sitting up and giving me a generous view of her beautiful breasts. She sat forward, giving me her entire back to work on. Pressing my hands against her, I tried not to think about how soft and warm she was. Something my cock stood up and took full notice of. When I was finished, I took a handful of shampoo and started to lightly massage it into her hair, using the empty glass to rinse it out then running my fingers gently through the long, clean strands. Before I really knew what I was doing, I picked up the sponge from the soap shelf and started scrubbing her down. First her back, then her shoulders and her neck.
Ashlyn leaned back, letting me do her chest and her tits, her nipples going hard from the stimulation. I worked my way down to her belly and over her hips and up one leg, then the other. Ashlyn slowly opened them when the second was finished.
Moving up the inside of her right leg, I scrubbed the sponge in gentle circles up her inner thigh to her pussy. Ashlyn moaned and spread her legs even wider, making it clear what she wanted me to do.
Going as gently as I could, I moved the sponge on the outside of Ashlyn’s tender young pussy, making her hum and moan with pleasure as I worked her up to the brink of orgasm, which came faster than even she seemed to expect. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, replacing the sponge to the shelf. “I don’t want you to go,” she pleaded, taking hold of my wrist. “I-I have to go,” I said, as though she hadn’t said anything. “You’re tired and should finish up and go to bed.” I turned my back, ashamed that I had taken advantage of her vulnerability that way. “You should leave Katie with me tomorrow. I’m working from home, and that will free you up.”