Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 18:17:41 +0100 (BST)
From: matriarch <matriarch49@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Shower

I awoke, feeling languorous and relaxed, like a smug satisfied cat.  I
instantly remembered our lovemaking of the night before, starting with the
blissful time on the sofa in front of the fire, and the hours afterwards.
I smiled at the memories.  Then became aware of the feel of your mouth on
my breast.  I slowly moved my head to look down at yours, hair tussled and
mussed after much activity, and realised you had fallen asleep in your
favourite position, with my nipple in your mouth.

This was all very well, but I needed to use the bathroom - urgently.  I
lifted my hand and scissoring my first and second finger around my breast
and nipple, gently eased the very puckered nub out of your mouth with a
quiet plop.  You moaned quietly and attempted to snuggle closer to me.  I
held you gently to prevent any sudden movements and slid out from under
your head, covered you again, smiling at your protesting murmurings and
quickly padded to the bathroom.

While I was there, I smiled to myself as a plan took shape in my mind.
Remembering it was the weekend, there was no time limit on us, it all fell
into place.  I knew just how we would be spending our day.  When I had
finished, I went quietly back to the bedroom, gathered a few things and
returned them to the bathroom, covered with a towel.  I checked the shower,
made sure there were plenty of soft, thick towels big enough to cover a
succulent body and then returned to the bed and you.

As I slid under the covers, turning to lie on my side facing you, I smiled
at the sight of your sweet face, so relaxed.  I reached out my hand and
gently brushed your wild hair from your face, stroking your cheek with the
back of my fingertips as I did.  Your body moved slightly, a moan, and then
slowly your eyelids fluttered and then focussed on me.  Then you smiled,
and it took my breath away.  The softness in your eyes.  "Hullo, lover,"
your voice so low I could hardly hear it.  Your hand reached up to cover
mine and brought it to your mouth, softly kissing my palm and the inside of
my wrist, making me shudder.  Within an instant the smile had turned to
plainly visible desire.  Heavens, this woman is insatiable, does she never
tire?  If I had any doubts about my little surprise, they were vanquished
in that moment.

I lowered my hand to your breast, pushing the covers back slightly so I
could see them.  Despite my hours and hours of tender touching and loving,
I just could not get enough of them.  As my fingertips gently teased your
nipple, I watched it grow and harden, heard your breathing, your soft
moaning, and looked up to see your eyes watching me intently, trying not to
close.  I smiled at you, moved myself closer and sliding my arm around you,
pulled you close and slowly and gently pressed my lips to yours, their
questing movements finally persuading you to open your lips and let my
tongue in to wish you a good morning.  As our tongues greeted and danced
with each other your arms enfolded me, pulling me even tighter, our breasts
pressing together, nipples touching and rubbing, sending delicious
sensations throughout my body.

I felt your leg gently insinuate its way in between mine, and slowly but
firmly press upwards against my warm wetness.  God, how could I be so wet,
so soon, or maybe I just have not stopped yearning for you all night.  What
an incredible testament to your powers of arousal, to keep me wet all
night, without a touch.  I felt your hands on my hair, my shoulders, my
neck, down my back, my sides and then over my backside, shaping the
pronounced curve before your fingers dipped into my cleft, making me hiss
and pull away from your fingers; ah, that was the plan all along.  I smiled
in my head as I pushed my pussy against your thigh even harder, making me
gasp.  Such a devious girl.

Through the haze of my growing desire, I remembered my plans and gently
disentangled myself from your arms, your legs, your lips, you.  "Sara, I
need a shower, come with me?  Wash my back for me?"

You pouted beautifully at me, "Only your back?  Spoilsport."

I quickly kissed the tip of your nose and smiling happily threw the covers
back, making you shiver, and dragged my body out of bed.  "Come on
sleepyhead, a shower will make us feel better and ready for, " I paused
momentarily, "..whatever the day has to offer."

You heard my hesitation and immediately your eyes sparkled.  You knew, just
knew that I was up to something.  I was learning quickly.

As I walked across to the bathroom, I could feel your eyes burning into my
back, but refused to turn around, I wanted you there by choice.  I heard
the movements of the bed-clothes and smiled in satisfaction as I heard you
pad quickly across the floor to catch up with me.  I turned to look at you,
and once again, the sight of you took my breath away.  For a moment, I
could not help myself.  I reached for you, pulled you against me, gathering
your hair into one hand, gently pulling downwards to lift your head to me.
I stopped my mouth a breath away from yours, and seeing an answering need
in your eyes, passionately pressed my mouth to yours, growling low in my
throat as our mouths opened wider and wider, tongues thrusting feverishly
against each other, your body pressed against me, your arms around me
pulling you closer to me, as close as was possible.  When I felt you lift
one leg and bend it round my hip, I knew it was time to stop, this was
moving way to fast.  I pulled my mouth away from yours, loving the sight of
your closed eyes, the sound of your moan.  I dropped my hand from your hair
and noisily, smacked your bottom.  "Shower!" I growled, trying to sound
gruff, but only succeeding in sounding like the croaky old woman I was.

I led the way in, turned on the water and watched you watching me, as it
warmed up.  When the temperature was right I held out my hand and you took
it, stepping in and using my hand to pull yourself against me, rubbing your
body against me.  "Minx" I muttered, smiling happily.  "Shower, then maybe
some fun."  I pulled you under the water, which was now deliciously warm,
listening to your moans of pleasure as the water poured over our bodies.  I
reached for the soap gel and handed it to you.  "I believe you were going
to wash my back."

Your mouth gaped slightly, but when you saw my smile, your eyes narrowed,
knowing this was going somewhere, but not sure yet, just where.  I held out
my hand and nodded to the gel.  "You do the back, I'll do the front."  I
could see on your face that you were trying to work out what was happening.

"OK, I'll play your games.  For now," you muttered squeezing some of the
gel into my hands.

With a deep breath, I turned my back on you and began to lather myself,
shoulders, breasts - which were already tingling, and a quick glance showed
my nipples to be very hard - stomach, thighs.  I concentrated on my task, t
take my mind off your hands, which were now, very slowly and searchingly,
moving into every crevice and space.  It was all I could to not to shiver.
I felt them on my shoulders, sliding flat-palmed over my back, managing a
sly graze against the sides of my breasts, making me shiver slightly; then
down my lower back, my sides - you know this is one of my hot spots and I
knew you would linger.  You did not disappoint.  Then the part I had been
waiting for, girding myself for, as your hands gliding over my cheeks, the
movement slowing, turning into a caress.  As your fingers slipped to the
underside of my cheeks, they gently made their way to the crevice, and you
very slowly dragged one finger from the top as far down as you could reach,
circling briefly over my hole before dragging back up again and on to my
lower back.  God, it was all I could do not to cry out.

As nonchalantly as I could, I just muttered, "Don't forget to do my thighs,
love."  I felt your hand hesitate, knowing you were wondering whether to
try again, then I felt them on my thighs, softly circling and caressing,
gently rubbing the soap into my skin, and then down past my knees, my
calves, then back up again.  I felt your movement stop, but did not turn
back.  I almost jumped when I felt your hands on my waist, pulling me
against you, felt your breath close to my ear, as you whispered, "Ready to
rinse yet?"  I turned round and you were so close our breasts rubbed
together.  "Mmmmmmmmmmm" you purred, sensuously rubbing your breasts
against mine, smiling into my eyes.  My heart was pounding, along with my
pussy.  "OK." I muttered.

I stood under the water, turning under the jet.  "Can you check my back
please, " I asked quietly.  There was a pause, and then I felt your hands
again, lightly on my shoulders, my back, my bottom and down my legs.  "All
gone."  Aah, now it was working.  I could hear the huskiness in your voice.
You were enjoying this.

I turned to you.  "Now its your turn.  Shall I do your back," I paused,
watching your face, "..or your front?"

You looked at me through narrowed, but sparkling eyes.  The game was
beginning to please.  "Both," you replied.

I took the gel, directed you to stand under the jet and began to rub it
over your body.  You did not move, just looked at me, stood there, facing
me.  I took a deep breath and worked my way down from your shoulders, over
your arms, underneath to your sides, your stomach, loving the sound of your
quiet moans of pleasure.  Very lightly I let my hands graze over your
breasts, avoiding your nipples as best I could, and was rewarded with a
protesting moan.  "Kate, they need more soaping than that."  I glanced
briefly at your face and was pleased to notice that your cheeks were
slightly flushed, your eyes hooded with undisguised desire, and your mouth
open, lips slightly parted.  My hands returned to your breasts, and this
time I deliberately took my time.  I slid my hands round and round, echoing
their shape, occasionally brushing across an erect nipple, making you moan,
loving the way you pushed them into my hand at each touch.

I moved my hands lower to your stomach, your abdomen, gently wiggling a
soapy finder in your navel, which made you gasp.  Then lower to your hips
and thighs, knees, calves and feet.  As my hands returned on that path you
quite deliberately moved your legs apart and I knew you wanted me to touch
your pussy, your beautiful hair.  How could I refuse ?  I gathered some
more gel, rubbed it into a foam and with my eyes locked on yours applied my
hand to your soft curls, making soft rubbing movements and occasionally
dipping a finger down to just touch the top of your hood.  Your eyes
fluttered each time and you moved towards me.  I pushed my hand lower,
under you, soaping your pussy, making it slick and slippery, and was
rewarded with a long moan.  "Oh yes, more please."  I continued to gently
caress and then dipped one, two three fingers in to you.  Your legs parted
more to give me easier entry.

The other hand I had placed on your hip to balance us, and I now moved
under from behind turning your body slightly sideways to me.

You were moaning continuously now from the sensations, as my right hand
caressed you from the front and my left hand now was driving you mad from
the back.  Very slowly, I moved the thumb of my left hand, and using the
soap which was making everything so slippery, gently pushed against your
rosebud, and smiled as I felt you push back against me, and a long moan
rolled out of your now open mouth.  The thumb slipped in easily and as I
slowly pushed it in and out, I cupped under you with the rest of the hand.
The fingers of my right hand were continuing to drive you to a frenzy, and
when the thumb of that hand joined in with circular movements on your clit,
for a moment I thought you would fall, you began to tremble so much.

Then it began.  Both hands, working together, in and out, caressing,
stroking, with only the thin membrane dividing the joint sensations,
driving you mad, your body trembling, your legs trembling.  "Oh god, oh
god, oh god.  Don't stop, Kate, please.  Don't stop!"  The sounds were
pouring out your mouth, head thrown back, arms reaching out braced against
the wall to stop you falling.  As my movements continued, regular,
rhythmic, deeper and deeper, I could almost feel the fingers and thumb
touch each other through the thin inner wall.

After a short while of this, you began to plead, "Oh god, Kate, please,
please.  Let me cum.  Let me CUM!".  I leaned to you and whispered, "Now my
love, cum now for me."  And you did.  I thrust both hands as deep as I
could, and with a moan that came from deep inside, you pushed yourself low,
knees bent, trying to force me as deeply into you as I could go.  I pushed
again and again, feeling your nectar coating my fingers, your walls
throbbing against them, and then your arms were around my neck, holding on
to me, you could not hold yourself up any longer.

As your trembling slowed, I removed my hands and wrapped my arms around
you, holding you up against me, your head lying on my shoulder as your
breath came in shallow pants and gasps.  I softly caressed your back and
shoulders, down over your hips, my lips softly kissing your shoulder and
neck, as I murmured softly to you.  Nonsense sounds, but soft and loving in
tone.

The water was beginning to run cool, so I whispered to you, "Sara, we need
to get dried, you'll get cold.  Just lean on the wall while I get the warm
towels."

You moved slowly away from me, still breathing hard, and smiling softly at
me, did as I asked.

I slipped out of the shower, and as I moved out of sight picked up the
items I had hidden.  With a shudder I inserted my half of the harness into
my dripping pussy - god, I was hot for this woman - and holding the towels
in front of me, returned.

You had recovered somewhat by now, and your eyes were open, watching for my
return.  As I stepped into the shower, you smiled at me, moving towards me.
"Thank you love, that was........." your voice stopping in mid-sentence as
I handed you your towel, and you saw the harness, the cock bouncing in
front of me.  "...........just the beginning??" I finished questioningly
for you.

You smiled widely at me, and moved into my arms, kissing me softly, over
and over.  I moved one of your hands down to the cocks, shuddering as your
movements against it were transferred into me.  "We have all weekend, love,
time for plenty more games.  Now.  What do you think we should do with
this?"