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Amelia had entered the room before me, and she was gone when I followed her. I understood why. It was freezing ass cold in the house so I scurried down the hallway pretty quickly myself. By the time I reached the bathroom door, my skin was covered in tiny bumps and my nipples stood out from my chest like spear tips. I opened the door and followed her in. In all the time I had spent with Electra and Cyrus, I had never set foot in the upstairs bathroom, which in almost any home would be nothing worth commenting on, but this room really is something. I’m not sure there was ever a reason that I didn’t go upstairs, it’s just that we mostly hung out downstairs, since that’s where the wine was. We would sit downstairs and drink and talk, or out on the back patio. I always used the bathroom, after the few times I slept with them before I moved in, but we always fucked in the downstairs guest bedroom. It was sort of understood that the downstairs bathroom was intended mostly for guests. When I stepped inside, I was greeted by an intense wall of heat. The downstairs bathroom was very nice, but this was simply unbelievable. First, it’s massive. Every corner of the room arches toward the center, creating a cavernous, pseudo-domed ceiling. Two lamps hang on chains from the ceiling, and lit the room with a pleasant, warm glow. Two large basin sinks sit deep in a wide slate counter. The floor is tiled in dark granite. The shower’s area is distinguished by a curved depression in the floor along with two circular drains within it. Tiles crawl irregularly up the walls in the shower area to meet its five shower heads, two on one Anadolu Yakası Escort wall, three on the adjacent one. Across the room, a jetted tub large enough for four is set partway into the floor. Two toilets are partly concealed in comfortable, relatively isolated alcoves in one corner of the room. The shower was running and steam was rising up off the sunken floor and Amelia stood, wrapped in its moisture. Her hair was not yet wet, but most of her body was covered in glistening beads of water, looking like glass, or ice in the light of the lamps. Between the steam, the light, and her almost perfect body, I couldn’t decide if she looked like a succubus stepping into a misty pit, or an angel bathing in a cloud. As I entered Amelia said, “Close the door, why don’t you? You’re letting all the heat out.” I giggled a little and then did as she suggested. “It’s so warm in here.” I said. “Too warm?” She asked me. “No, I like it.” “It’s pretty great. This bathroom has it’s own heating and cooling systems. It’s nice not to be cold when you get out of the tub, but it’s also not worth heating this entire house all the time.” “This bathroom is amazing. Who could possibly need all this?” “Well, nobody needs it, really. It’s just for fun. Electra and Cyrus felt the floor needed more than one bathroom for all its bedrooms, but there wasn’t anywhere to put one, so they took out this wall here and made the old office into a monstrous extension of the existing bathroom.” “Are you,” I paused for a moment to look at her mockingly, “Selling me this house?” I joked. “No. I,” Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan she paused, “No, though that was funny. I was an architecture student for about a semester and half, and I researched this place a little, since it’s been ripped apart and redesigned so many times.” “Oh. Well, should we get back to warming each other up?” I asked her. “Sounds great, but before that, there’s one more thing you’ll like,” She said, and went to the cabinets below the counter. Three smaller drawers rested atop a larger drawer, all crafted of burled black walnut. They had small bronze plated labels on them, the top one read ‘Clean Toys,’ the second read ‘Restraints and Related Toys’ the third ‘Straps and Harnesses.’ The larger drawer read ‘To Be Washed.’ Amelia pulled the top drawer out and a cornucopia of toys in an array of sizes, shapes, and colors. Some were powered, and some were not. Some were phallic, and others were not. I could feel my pussy, still wet from our last session, start to tingle again. “Whoa,” I said aloud. “So, these are the toys that anyone is free to use. After you’re done, you just stick them in your bucket,” she opened the lowest drawer and revealed several squarish buckets wedged into it, labeled by housemates’ names, and one larger one labeled ‘guests’, “You don’t have one yet, so you should just use the guests’ for now.” As she showed me the rest of the collection, I started to absent-mindedly rub my pussy. “This is amazing,” I said, “What paradise have I found myself in?” “Oh, and if you can’t find what you’re looking for, you should Escort Anadolu Yakası check the dishwasher.” “Like, in the kitchen?” I asked, a little freaked out by that from a hygiene perspective. “No, this one.” She said, and opened up another of the walnut paneled cabinets to reveal that it was in fact a dishwasher, or more accurately in that case, a toy-washer. “Mmmmm. I fucking love this house,” I said. I moaned as I touched myself. Amelia took a step toward me. A moment later, she took another. The heat in the room was intoxicating. “And the people who live in it,” I continued. I finished my thought as she put a forearm on each of my shoulders, folded her fingers together and leaned in close. “Mmmm,” she purred back to me, “We’re so glad to have you with us,” she kissed me. It was a deep kiss. Deeper than any I can easily recall, actually, but she didn’t force anything, she didn’t use too much tongue, it was just, deep. I kissed her back, pressed against her, our breasts mashed against each other’s as our lips and tongues mingled together. Her hands were gripping my buttocks firmly, pulling them gently apart. I took a sharp breath in when I felt her finger pressing against my anus. Every part of me clenched in anticipation, but a moment later, I relaxed, as I held her tight and kissed her all the more intensely, to signify my approval. Amelia’s long, smooth middle finger pressed inside me insistently while I sighed into her neck as I bit it for support. Moments later, her other hand was stroking my warm labia and I fell into her arms, my own wrapped around her neck to keep me from falling to the floor. When she gave me a moment, I looked up at her as she looked down into my eyes, and we kissed. As my tongue flowed against hers, she let me go, and I straightened up, again. Once back under my own power again, I moved back over to the counter. Propping myself up with one hand against it, I selected a vibrator from the top drawer.
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