I laughed playfully, the sound echoing in the confines of the bathroom, and languidly opened my eyes thinking you were teasing me.

As I felt the prodding of your foot, my laughter quieted to nervous giggling as I realized that you were most serious.

I pulled myself upright and quickly rearranged myself on my knees at your prodding. I reached quickly for more oils and in my haste, I knocked some of the other bottles of the edge of the tub.

Gulping, I peeked over praying that none of the bottles had broken, or contents spilled. Seems it was my lucky day as far as that was concerned. I breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pick the stray bottles up, balancing them once again on the edge of the bath.

Taking a deep and steadying breath, I squirted some more oil into the palms of my hands and knelt up so that I could reach your neck and shoulders. Slowly and with gentle pressure, I began to work the muscles in your back as I rubbed the oils in, alternating between a light massage and a vigorous circling to lather and clean you.