Aj had hauled her hair over her shoulder, out of the way. Shivering softly as the sponge moved over her back, with each touch of his lips. Goose flesh rose, to cover her whole body. With an impish streak she wiggled her backside a little as he brushed over it with the sponge.
Turning to face him she looked from the sponge to his back, and back to the sponge. Nibbling her lower lip she tossed the fluffy thing over her shoulder, so it could rinse on the floor, snagged the bottle of soap, and put a liberal amount in her palm.
Applejack ran her hands over his back instead. Pursing her lips at the feel of the bare skin beneath her hands, as she worked the soap in slowly. When she reached his backside, she eased her fingers down along the curves of each clear to his thigh. He did have marvelous hindquarters.