I stepped over the threshold of the shower tray. I felt it should somehow be symbolic and more grandiose, but all I felt was frightfully nervous. I forced any doubts to the back of my mind, something I'd got better at doing over the years. A light haze hung in the air; blurring Eliza's outline and making her look like a shimmering angel. The hot, steamy water cascaded from the shower head, running in rivulets off her flawless skin. Its relaxing feeling on my own body soothed my nerves and washed away the doubts as if they were nothing more than dirt. It seemed to be having a profound effect on Eliza as well; she stretched and basked in the warmth and security.
As I came in, she began to turn around, but I laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and said "Don't turn around yet, I want to enjoy the view from the back first. Besides, it looks like you could do with a good massage." She smiled serenely at me and turned back as I gently laid my hands on her back. Of course I'm not a professional masseur but most people can help relieve tension and the intimacy of it was simply intoxicating. I lightly ran my fingers along her back, tracing her spine from the base of her neck to her tailbone, just above her perfect, rosy butt cheeks.
I was determined to make whatever we did in the next couple of hours memorable, something to treasure and look back on for the rest of our lives. As far as I knew we were both still virgins but I'd picked up a reasonable amount of 'second-hand' experience. I continued my loving caresses, simply enjoying the feel of her soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips. She seemed to be relaxed, giving me the occasional come-hither look back over her shoulder. Whether it was intentional or not, it was damn sexy. I gently grasped her shoulders and began to very softly knead the skin there. You could almost see the tension dissipate from her as she snuggled back into my arms, her eyes closed and one of those gorgeous smiles on her lips. "Don't stop, it feels so good." she whispered to me.
I bent over slightly and placed a tiny kiss on the base of her neck. I slowly kissed my way up her neck to her earlobe which I took between my lips and lightly flicked with my tongue. Her head was cocked to one side and a tiny gasp escaped her lips. My hands were moving slowly down her back, kneading and caressing the soft, supple skin along the way. I continued to gently kiss and nibble her neck and earlobe. I tell you, if I'd died at that point heaven could not possibly have been any better.
Finally my exploring hands found their way to the top of her ass. I stopped moving down, gently teasing the ticklish skin with the very tips of my fingers. She was moving slightly now and whimpering softly to herself. I felt such a rush of love and affection at that moment that I moved one hand up to her face and gently guided her lips to mine. We kissed passionately, my tongue sliding out and teasing her lips, before parting them and delving inside. She returned the kiss with ardour and our tongues slid across each other, tasting and testing. She opened her eyes and as we kissed I gazed deeply into them, willing my love and caring from mine into hers. I broke the kiss briefly, before sucking her bottom lip between mine. I sucked and nibbled at it as she gasped and whimpered again. I could feel every vibration of noise she made through my lip.
I finally moved my hands down to her ass. I cupped each cheek lightly, feeling the flushed warmth from within. I resumed my caressing and lightly squeezed each cheek. My fingers continued to tickle and tease, running lightly in little circles at the top of her crack. My other hand found its way between her legs and I tenderly stroked her very sensitive perineum. She let out a sharp gasp and jerked slightly at the feel of my touch just inches away from both her pussy and her asshole.
After enough time of teasing her skin I moved on to her hair. It really was beautiful. The hot water and shampoo had rinsed it clean and now it shimmered like a curtain of sunlight, shining blond mixed with rich golds and browns. I ran my fingers through the long strands, admiring the way it shone and sparkled. It smelt good too, having been freshly washed. "I love your hair Eliza." I murmured, partly to myself. She smiled back at me, a look of pure contentment on her face. "Oh Emrys, I wish this moment would go on forever" she whispered quietly in my ear. I took her face in both hands, brushing back her hair and stroking her cheek with my knuckles. I kissed her again, the magical feeling of our lips and skin touching sending shivers down my spine. I applied the slightest pressure to her, signalling her to turn round, which she did.
She was even more stunning from the front. The rivulets of water made her skin shine like starlight. She wasn't excessively tanned, just enough to make her lithe, petite body all the more sexy. Her breasts were not large, but they were very perky with stiff little pink nipples atop perfectly circular areolas. She slimmed towards the waist before flaring out slightly at the hips, leading in to her nicely rounded ass. A tiny triangle of blonde pubes lay just above her slit, which was slightly open either from the heat of the shower or from arousal. Her legs were long but not gangly and tapered to some dainty feet with nicely spaced toes and perfectly manicured nails. The best part was that she was real. Her beauty was natural, not down to silicon implants or computer enhancements like you get in magazines. She shone like a lighthouse in a stormy sea, radiant and breathtaking.
I began my caresses again, tracing my fingertips along the taut muscles of her belly. I dallied at her belly button, dancing small circles around it that made her squirm. My fingers continued upwards, tantalisingly passing between her breasts and running along her collarbone. I finally decided that it was time to become a bit more intimate, and as I ran my hands down the side of her body I palmed the sides of her breasts before running my hands underneath them and then lightly cupping the mounds. They felt like her ass cheeks, the flesh was soft and pliable with firmness underneath that gave them their perky appearance. Her nipples were already rock hard and looked like they were straining to break free of her skin.
Very slowly I brought my face down to their level and just examined them up close. Every contour, every goose bump, the shape of her small rosy areolas and the prominent nipples, it was all perfect. I squeezed them slightly, testing the firmness beneath. She leant her head backwards, moaning slightly and closing her eyes. I continued to squeeze softly, occasionally letting one of my fingers graze a nipple. Every time I did I felt a small shudder run from her temple to her toes. Finally I could resist no longer and I let my tongue slide from between my lips and lightly brush her right nipple. She let in a sharp breath and I felt her hands on my back, silently urging me on. I continued to tease the tip, first waggling my tongue against and then slowly circling the bud. My other hand traced her left nipple lightly. It was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced or seen, just watching her rhythmically move beneath my caring touch.
Eventually I sucked the whole nipple into my mouth. Eliza was moaning now, running her fingers through my hair. I felt so aroused but I knew that it was important to make this special for her, my needs would be fulfilled in time. I grazed and licked her nipple while my lips sucked around it, slowly building her heat and passion. I could tell she was getting close, which was confirmed when she started moaning.
"Oh I'm so close, please baby keep going, don't stop." However I had an idea. I pulled away from her as I rolled open the shower door. The chilly feel of the air sent shivers running down my spine and I felt goose-bumps rise on my flesh. Eliza had opened her eyes and said "No, what are you doing. You can't just leave me hanging like this." I stroked her cheek and whispered "Patience darling, the shower isn't the most romantic of spots and I've got a plan to make this evening truly special." She protested feebly but I'd already wrapped a towel around myself and made it to the door. Just before I left I turned back and said.
"Just finish of your shower and wait for me to call through to you. Oh, and promise you won't get yourself off while I'm gone." I retreated to my bedroom with a coy grin. I wanted to masturbate so badly but I knew it would kill the mood. Instead I drew the curtains so the room was dimmed to a lazy, warm glow. I was going to make it as romantic and seductive as I possibly could. I fished through my draws, getting out all my spare candles (the ones every home has in case of a power cut). I positioned them in small groups of three or four on every bare surface, and before long the room was lit by the flicker of flame, casting spidery shadows over the walls and making everything seem dreamy and surreal, perfect.
