We had been having a great time playing that night. It had sort of come up spontaneously. I'm always in the mood to play these sorts of games, but she rarely is. I was totally shocked when she had come to me that night wearing what I had termed her 'robot' suit. That led to hours and hours of posing and photo taking, and some time out for romantic stuff.

It was beginning to get late, and I knew that we had a busy day ahead of us in the morning. After what I had decided would be the last pose, I took care of putting the camera away and shutting down the computer. It was then that I noticed that she was still in the last pose. She looked so attractive, standing there wearing her 3rd outfit of the evening, which was nothing more then a bikini. I crossed the room to her, and put my hand on her arm.

"Are you OK?", I asked her. There was no response. I knew she was good at posing, but it worried me that something bad might come of it. I gave her a light shake, and asked her again.

Through barely moving lips, she finally gave me some indication of her state.

"I think it's going to take a shower and getting this baby oil of me, to free me", she said. I knew at that point that she was OK, but that she just wanted to play some more.

"Very well", I said while picking up some scattered items, "maybe I'll just leave you here for the night then". I was teasing her. It was our little game. I never could figure out if she understood that I was a big fan of long term posing. She quickly warned me that she was not interested in staying there all night.

Of course, I had always planned to do what she wanted, but it got me more excited thinking that she was worried about staying there for 10 hours.

I went over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She was very light, and easy to carry, except for the baby oil, which made her very slippery. I carried her into the bathroom and stood her up in the middle of the room while I drew tested the water in the shower. At that point, I leaned over and relieved her of her string bikini top, and panty, leaving her there, helpless in the middle of the bathroom. I had no idea how she wanted this game to go, so I decided to be creative. Once the water was showering down, I picked her up, and stood her in the shower. She was about in the same pose, as she had been in the other room, but now the water was splashing her, and running down her body. I saw her face scrunch up as she tried to stop the water from going in her eyes and mouth.

As she stood there, remaining stone still, I went into the closet and picked up a washcloth and grabbed a bar of soap. After returning to the tub, I found her still standing there. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking at that point.

I got the rag wet, and applied the soap to it. I really hoped that it would get the oil off of her body, but I wasn't sure.

Starting at the bottom, at her feet, I began cleaning off the oil. I stood her on one foot, and bent the other one up so I could clean the bottom of them. I was sure to tickle her soles, while I was down there. I knew how much of a tease it was to her. After that I worked my way up her legs. I loved the feel of her oil-coated thighs as I rubbed them with the soaping cloth. I probably lingered on her thighs and crotch more then I needed to, but I was having fun, and she didn't bother to complain. At one point I was sure she shuddered as I brushed the cloth across her belly, but I wasn't sure. I then used the cloth to caress her 'bottom'. It had a great shape, it was very obvious that she worked out, and took pride in her appearance. After cleaning her lower half, I realized once again how great the part of her body below her waist looked. I always wanted her to wear more pantyhose and skirts to show it off, but she never wanted to.

With that, I cleaned off the rag of the oil, and resoaped it in order to finish the job. I picked up an arm from the side of her body, and cleaned her hand, and worked my way up it, before doing the other. Her skin was so soft, and I knew it wasn't just from the oil, either. She just loved going into those skin shops in the mall, and it always made her small and look great, even when she was sweaty from running.

After doing her arms, I turned her around, and did her back, all the way up to her neck. I turned her back around, and cleaned her stomach, working my way up to her perfect chest. I got a kick out of the fact that she was visibly aroused by her situation. Her nipples were probably the only part of her that had moved on it's own since she had chose this pose an hour ago. I cleaned over them with the cloth, and I could hear a moan slip from her lips. I then cleaned up to her neckline, and started on her face. She had put on some extra make up so that the picture would turn out a little nicer. I thought she always looked great, but she wasn't convinced. It took a little effort, but it wasn't long before the skin of her face was as naked as the rest of her.

I picked up a bottle of scented shampoo to begin the task of cleaning her long hair. It always looked so good. I took a look at the bottle to check it out. It looked like some kind of fancy stuff.

After cleaning her hair, I shut down the water, and grabbed a towel. I carefully, once again starting at the bottom, began drying off her body. Her skin felt great, and I took extra time caressing the areas that meant a lot to both of us, her thighs, her chest, her abs, and finally, dried her hair. I went into the other room and picked up her robe and brought it back to her. At this point she hadn't moved in 70 minutes, and I was sure she was ready to move.

"OK", I told her, "you're clean, ready to go to bed?" I asked her motionless form. She didn't move a muscle. What could be wrong now, I thought. I went over to her form, and put my hand on her arm. "Are you OK?" I had to ask her, to calm myself down. Once again, she barely moved to provide her response. "Kiss me", she said quietly. Easy enough, I thought. I leaned over and kissed her square on the lips. it was odd not having her kiss back. I stepped back, but she didn't move. "Not there" she said, in a quiet whisper. I knew right away what she wanted. I got down on my hands and kneed and kissed her on the tummy. Right above her navel. I could never figure out why she loved being kissed there, but her skin was so smooth, and soft that I never minded.

As soon as I stepped back she became animated again. Her she stretched her arms out, and let out a yawn. She leaned over and touched her toes, and then turned to me for her robe. "How long was I posed like that?", she asked me. I was shocked, she couldn't tell? "A little over an hour", I told her. "Well, she said, looking at her body, and me. Thank you for the shower. I think I needed it". I was happy to give it to her, I didn't know what to say. With that, we both left the bathroom and headed for the bed.

The End