The four of us girls were leaning against the wall, feet spread out, in a dim room. The wall was cool, and this was an August afternoon, it was probably a finished basement. Yes, there was a high window.
"Ladies, I'm going to untie you, then I'm going to strip you. Behind you is a shower. I want you to use it. Any questions?"
I was first. "Stand up." He helped me balance as I stood up, still pressed against the wall, his hands were strong and his arms held me firmly. The rope came off quickly, and his hands guided my arms over my head. The hands slid lightly down my arms and my sides. They tickled a little as they slid my shirt out of my jeans, then they slid up my skin gently pulling up my shirt. The fingers slid effortlessly under my bra, and everything I was wearing on top was moving over my head, over my arms and falling to the floor. His hands slid down my arms and sides again. This time my nipples started tingling. He didn't bother to undo my pants, he just slipped them down to my ankles, panties inside. One shoe and sock, the other shoe and sock. I was without clothes.
His hands came up my knees and played around my tummy and hips. They felt like cream in action. Then he slapped my rump gently. "In you go."
The shower looked like part of a locker room. It was big with lots of shower heads. I paused at the door to watch him. He had taken off his coat and shoes, and he was giving Sandy the same treatment he gave me. Her arms were up, the clothing fell off in graceful motions, his hands continued to move up and down her body in graceful motions. He turned his face, he was doing this with his eyes shut, and what looked like peaceful excitement on his face.
"Off you go." he said to Sandy, then he saw me, and motioned me on. I went in and turned on one of the showers. The heads were unusual, they looked expensive. They were on flexible tubes so you could move them around.
I started soaping up, Sandy took the shower next to me. Cheryl followed in. Rachel took longer. In fact, the man came in next, naked, leading Rachel by a rope. Her wrists were tied in front now, and she was looking distant, not worried. The man had gray hair on his head, a reddish beard, but black hair everywhere else. There wasn't much everywhere else, except where it counted. He looked trim and muscular, tall and he moved nicely.
There was a hook in the ceiling, he tied Rachel to it with her hands overhead. Rachel is tall, about five ten, but he towered over her. His hands cupped over her's easily.
"Now ladies, we four are going to clean Rachel up completely, but gently. I want every part clean. I want no part untouched. I want this to be the shower of a lifetime for her. And when she's finished one of you will be next. Grab your soap and your shower heads, lets go."
I didn't know Rachel was ticklish, but we soon found out. At the first touch of water she was yelling and laughing. For about a minute we had her squirming every whichway. Then she sort of settled down, and she started leaning into us as we sudsed her down, rubbed her down and rinsed her off. I got to do her breasts. She's got little breasts for her size, they just pop out without drooping. I felt her nipples, they were getting hard. The man was washing her hair. Rachel keeps her hair short, she doesn't spend a lot of time on it. He was rubbing her hair and massaging her head at the same time. Rachel's eyes were shut, and it wasn't soap, she was really getting into this.
"OK" the man said, and we rinsed here down one last time. He untied her, and... it was Sandy's turn next. She's short, and she couldn't reach very high so the hook was a long way away. She spun around a lot on the rope, which made her hard to clean, but she had a good time, and so did we. Once again, the man did her hair, and she calmed down a lot when he started.
Cheryl was next. She's the knockout queen. Her big breasts were flopping around already, and she's got long dark hair. She didn't tickle much at all, she just got right into enjoying us rub her down. Rachel and Sandy seemed to have learned something. They were rubbing her a lot different than I was, a lot slower. Cheryl was leaning into them, but flinching from me. The man took a long time with her hair.
The man let her go, and said, "OK time to move on."
"Wait! What about me?" I said.
He looked at me like I was a Martian or something.
"You're being punished, remember."
I just stood there, maybe my mouth flopped open, I don't know. Cheryl giggled.
"Just kidding." he smiled, "Put your hands up."
I can't believe I was happy to get tied up, but I was. I got all tingly as this stranger looped my wrists one more time, lifted my arms up, and fastened me tightly to the hook. My eyes were closed before the rubbing started.
It was heavenly. If you've never felt four loving people rub you up and rub you down with soft slippery soap, you've never felt heaven. Sometimes the touch was light just brushing my skin, sometimes they pressed in and followed the contours of my muscles. My arms, my legs, my torso, every part of me. I was breathing heavy in spite of myself. The man... the man! He worked my head and hair to where I thought I stop living if he stopped. Then he brought me down gently, there was a shower of water all over me, and it ended. I felt my arms lowered from the hook and released, finally I opened my eyes. He was there, he kissed me gently, and I kissed him back.
"Oooh, mushy stuff." giggled Sandy.
The kiss ended and the man lead us into the next room. In it was a bare waterbed, lying directly on the floor, with no frame, and a bottle of Mazola Oil.