Day Two - Sam and Irene, her bath room<br/><br/>Sam was savoring every sensation of her hands undressing him and her naked body.  When she moved behind him to avoid his gaze, he could only grin at her taking charge of how she was dealing with him.  He shook his head in wonderment when he heard her open the door to her room and yell downstairs.  Sam hoped that she’d taken his watch out of his pocket before she’d set his clothes out in the hall.  He’d turned his head and seen that she was in a robe of some kind.  He quickly closed his eyes when she closed the door and walked over to the tub.<br/><br/>He was lost in thoughts that still haunted him when he felt water being spritzed on his face. He opened his eyes suddenly aware and embarrassed that he’d let his thoughts drift.  After taking a moment to process what Irene had been saying he took a step forward and untied the sash on her robe and opened it.  Sam spread it wider at her shoulders until it slid down her arms to the floor.  He squatted and gathered it in his hands.  His face was directly across from her sex.  His curiosity got the best of him as he’d never seen a woman’s privates clean shaven until now.  Sam reached out and his fingers touched her belly.  Slowly he drew his finger tips down over the rise just above the slit of  her sex.<br/><br/>He looked up at her and smiled a bit sheepishly.  “Irene you’re so smooth.  I’ve never seen a woman like you without a muff.  You’re just beautiful to look at . . . you really are.”<br/><br/>Sam’s eyes drifted down the length of her body from her face to her breasts, over her belly, pausing at her sex and then down her willowy legs to her feet and then up to her sex. He leaned forward and kissed the gentle rise above the cleft of her sex as his hand softly stroked her belly.  He liked how she smelled sown there and how warm and soft her skin there felt against his lips.  He backed off from her and stood.  He turned and moved to the door and draped her robe over the top of it.  Sam returned to her and took her hand as he stepped into the tub.<br/><br/>“Please share the bath with me Irene.  We can bathe each other.  No sense you not benefitting from the fresh water too.  I’ll be paying for it . . . and your time . . . in or out of the tub, so you might as well be in it.”<br/>