Tina saw the water in the tub had reached calf-height, the thundering sound of it filling the bathroom. She breathed a lungful of the fragrant smells of the signature created just for Bette by a Parisian perfumerie.  The brunette had lit a few pillar-style scented candles Tina had packed with her, and the bubble bath infused with the same scent was already creating a tub full of bubbles.

She reached out to touch the sinewy back of her beloved, sliding her hands lovingly up and down the silken light caramel skin, caressing the corded muscles that gave Bette’s back its distinctive sensuous definition before coasting down the shapely back, following its curvy lines until the sexy rise of Bette perfect cheeks. Bette’s breath was shallowing and quickening while Tina explored her with the faintest of caresses.  As always her muscles rippled involuntarily in response the blonde’s sensuous touch, twitching, quivering, curling as Tina’s fingers glided slowly over her skin.

“T …” Bette breathed out, in a tired moan.

“Don’t turn around, baby,” Tina whispered back. She unzipped her dress, and quickly slipped out of her panties and unhooked her bra.  Unlike Bette, she let her clothes fall on the floor as she disrobed, aching to get close, skin-to-skin, with the brunette.

Bette made room for her in the tub, stepping closer towards the wall as she sensed Tina step carefully into the tub. She laid her hands on the wall, leaning forward, allowing Tina free reign to touch her wherever the blonde wanted to.

Instead of continuing to explore Bette’s body with her hands, however, Tina began to lay soft kisses on her wife’s sexy back, licking her in spots.

“T,” Bette protested softly, “I’ve been sweating … a lot … in awful, dirty conditions. Let me wash up…”

“Mmm…. it’s been so long since we’ve had …um.. “dirty sex,” Tina whispered with a light laugh into Bette’s ear, following up with a hot breath blown into Bette’s ear.

“Please …” Bette started to ask again.

“Besides, I love the way you taste when you sweat,” Tina added, cutting in, and then continued to lick Bette down her spine.

Bette moaned, and then, as if summoning new resolve, she responded, “I’m serious, Tina, I really should clean up first.” She heard Tina let out a sigh behind her, and then hug her warmly.