Clois Fuckin in the Bathtub, Part 1

The toll that it took on Clark to be Superman was apparent. At all hours of the day, no matter where he was or who he was with, if something happened, he rushed off. He had to spend extra time to catch up on work, at the expense of his private time. Some nights, he jerked awake and was gone before Lois could ask him what was wrong. He could manage without sleep for a while, but by the end of a two-week period, he was practically dead on his feet. Then, he would sleep for 24 hours and wake up refreshed to do it all over again. The public response made it even harder. For every three people who appreciated him, there was one more who wanted him gone from the Earth and wasn't afraid to broadcast it. The negativity was always louder than the positivity, especially with the news coverage. Despite how weary he looked sometimes, he always trooped on, and Lois was proud of him for that.

She wanted to do something special for him, to take his mind off things. One Sunday afternoon, when they were sitting on the couch and he had to leave suddenly, she came up with an idea. She went to the bathroom and started running a bath, then dug around in the cabinet for scented candles. She lined them up on the windowsill and lit them. When the water in the tub was high enough, she poured in the soap, and went back to the living room to wait for him to come back.

She heard him come in through the bedroom balcony, and she got up to meet him. He was taking off his suit with his head cocked curiously in the direction of the bathroom.

"Are you taking a bath, Lois?"

"No. You are."

He looked down at himself.

"Thanks, but I'm still clean."

"It's not for cleaning. It's to relax."

He looked a little bemused.

"Oh?"

She held out her hand and led him to the bathroom.

"You're gonna take a relaxing bath, and I'm gonna wash your hair."

"You're giving me a spa day?" he laughed.

"Yes. Now get in the tub quick, before you have to run off again."

She didn't wait for a response before going to sit on the floor behind the head of the tub. He smiled slightly as he took off his underwear and climbed in. He eased himself into the hot water, and she got on her knees. He tilted his head back to look at her, but she pushed it forward again, cupped some water in her hands, and poured it through his hair to wash out the gel. She repeated the process several times. He closed his eyes as she raked her fingers through his black hair. Next, she grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the sill, squeezed some into her hand, and rubbed it in. She kneaded his scalp, then rinsed and applied more. He tilted his head back again and opened his eyes. They were slightly hooded, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Would you like to come in, Lois?"

She smirked.

"This is supposed to help you relax, Clark."

"It will help me relax. Physical exertion is good for stress relief."

She laughed.

"There's too much water."

"I'll let some of it out. Please?" he said and fixed her with an irresistible look from his brilliant blue eyes.

He reached back with his left hand and stroked her wrist. She swore, he'd make a great siren. She sighed as she stood up and flicked the suds from her hands onto him. He giggled and reached down to unplug the drain. She stepped around to the side of the tub, undressed, and tied up her hair. He watched her intently as she lifted one leg over him and stepped in, his gaze sliding from her breasts down to her exposed crotch. She sat down with her legs on either side of him, and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a languid kiss. She pressed her chest into his and reached up to continue massaging the shampoo into his hair. His breaths were deep and even, as were hers. His right hand rested on her back, and the other gently squeezed her ass. She felt the hand on her back move away, heard him plug the drain again, and jolted a few moments later when she felt the hand between her legs. His index finger found her clit and rubbed it.

She let herself enjoy it for a few seconds before pulling out of the kiss and protesting, "Clark, this is supposed to be for you."

He didn't speak and only looked down at her body. If he was going to insist on servicing her, then she was going to make sure he got his due. She took her right hand out of his hair and reached down into the water for his dick. She stroked it and watched with satisfaction as his eyes drifted closed. After a couple seconds, he opened them again and looked her in the face. She blushed and leaned in to kiss him.

It was hard to concentrate on giving while receiving at the same time. The movement of their hands faltered, and it was hard to maintain the kissing. They broke apart after a few minutes and gasped for air. Lois stopped stroking him for several seconds, then grabbed the lip of the tub beside his head and started pumping him. The water splashed softly with the stuttered efforts of her arm. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and furrowed his brow. Finally, he stopped rubbing her as he gritted his teeth and came, letting out a high-pitched grunt as his back arched.

Before his orgasm was even over, he resumed his ministration of her, and she came quickly, gasping and slumping over him. She moaned quietly against his neck, and he pulled his hand away. They took a minute to catch their breaths. She sat up, and he smiled indulgently.

"Thank you, Lois. That was very relaxing."

"Just don't fall asleep in the tub. We don't wanna find out how long it takes for you to drown."

He grinned and ran his hands down her back before pulling her against his chest. He squeezed her and moaned happily.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" he asked sweetly.

"I haven't even finished yours."

She sat up and made him lean forward so she could wash the shampoo out. When she was done, she cupped his strong jaw in her hands and kissed him, then turned around and lounged against him. Their fingers intertwined, and she was content to sit there until she started pruning.