I just sat there like a microwave oven which was not being used at the moment. My clock was keeping time, and I was one push of the button away from b...ing at full power.A man, who I had never seen, came into the room. I sensed him. In the old me it would have been debatable whether I really did or not. In the new me, there was no question. My sensors picked up his breathing and even the change in the air temperature caused by his body heat. Hell I could even tell you his body weight more than. I unlocked the door and he climbed in. We chatted a few min. I don't know if he felt the sexual tension but I sure did. Slowly as we chatted our hands moved closer and closer. All of a sudden he grabbed my hand and placed it against my hands palms together. "Now you know how big my hand is", MB said. I blushed a few shades of red, which I don't usually do. Why? You are wondering? Well during our conversation one day I had asked him how big his hand was, because I enjoy feeling my pussy. I felt trapped and caught in the middle, between desire and survival. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the gale of winter crept in from the north, but was there was no way for me to soar in the shadow of the tower. The days that followed were spent in deep contemplation. During that time, the summer breezes cooled. I waited for the invitation to walk in the lush garden and take my rightful place at the head of the banquet, but there was none. Slowly, I began to realize, perhaps many shared. I picked up the scrubbing puff we use on her back and as I squirted a fair amount of body wash on it told her, "Sit up. I'll get your back."She sat up straight then leaned slightly forward. In the deep soaker tub her breasts were floating in the water in front of her, bobbing a bit in the water as it moved around her. I stooped down and scrubbed her back from her shoulders to below the waterline to the small of her back. Sighing as I did she softly said, "Oooh, that feels heavenly. Don't stop.".