CHAPTER 2

There was no doubt now that I was aching for her to touch me. Her firm hands continued their full circular grip around my legs while stroking up and down with the washcloth. Each time she came up I kept hoping she'd make contact with my now burning desire. Mali circumvented my entire groin area to wash my upper body. She made me outstretch my arms while she did them. Now we were at eye level and I wanted more than anything to lean into her, kiss her and hold her close to my needy body. But I didn't. Instead, I let her wash my shoulders, neck and back area. Then, Mali at last moved the wash rag to my crotch. She held one end of it behind my ass and the other in front of my crotch. Gently and slowly, she began to wash me with a see-saw motion. It didn't turn me on nearly as much as I thought it would. I imagined her losing the rag and using only her hands. "Go slow," I abruptly blurted out surprising even myself with my sudden assertiveness. "What you mean? How you like?" she said in bro