Night of<strong>Day Two</strong><br/><br/>Irene had given up remonstrating herself for ogling Sam.  She liked the long lines, the muscles neatly drawn beneath his skin.  Why not take advantage of the situation and have a good long look?<br/><br/>She grabbed the ends of the towel to pull Sam down to her, kissing him freely.  Releasing him, she smiled and stepped into the tub once more.<br/><br/>Irene lathered her hands and rubbed the soap across her chest, rubbing around her breasts, then down to her stomach, over her hips, her hands meeting as if covering herself at the juncture of her legs.  She smiled slightly, circling her hands over her stomach once more, around to her bottom.  She raised one foot to the edge of the tub in such a way that her thigh blocked Sam’s view.  She rubbed her soapy hands down her leg, washer her foot and then moved back up her leg to wash her female parts lightly.  She wet her hands again, bending over to the bucket she’d brought into the tub with her.<br/><br/>She suspected Sam liked her ass, so she let him have a little peek before moving upright once more, rubbing soap across her backside once more.  Irene lowered her leg, pivoted and raised her other leg, continuing to block herself from Sam’s complete view.  She washed her raised leg as carefully as her other leg before straightening to look at Sam over her shoulder.<br/><br/>He hadn’t fallen asleep, she noted.<br/><br/>Irene stretched her arm over the opposite shoulder, her soapy hand sliding over her shoulder and upper back.  She continues until she was lathered everywhere.<br/><br/>“And, to rinse...” she narrated, dipping a cloth into the water and dribbling water over her arms, one at a time, wiping the soapy water off.  Over her chest, she dribbled water, rubbing one breast, cupping it for effect and to rinse below her breast.  She followed this method with her other breast, cupping water in her hand and bringing it up to hold the underside of her breast, water running down her side.<br/><br/>Irene dipped the cloth again, bending over to give the cloth a good shake in the bucket.  She straightened, squeezing the water out to run down her back. She wiped her face and neck, and then rinsed her legs.  There was only one untouched area.  Irene faced Sam, soaped her hand and washed her feminine folds.  To rinse, she cupped water and pressed her hand up to her crotch, one foot raised to the edge of the tub, again.<br/><br/>“Fascinating, isn’t it?” she asked, running a hand over her backside to make sure she’d rinsed clean.  She took another cloth full of water to wipe her back, slapping the cloth over her shoulder and reaching back to pull it down her back.  Wringing out the cloth, she draped it over the edge of the tub and turned to face Sam once more.<br/><br/>“Did I miss anything?” she asked, reached for the towel still around Sam’s neck to blot herself dry.  She raised her eyes to his, smiling.<br/>