Twelve
She had been feeling a bit strange for a couple of months now. Her doctor had explained it as one of those things that would happen as she aged, and had prescribed some hormone therapy to help her deal with it.
After 3 weeks on the new pills, she noticed her breasts enlarging a bit. Her areola became more prominent, and darkened a little in color. In addition, her breasts became more sensitive. They had always been sensitive, which for the most part was pleasant, especially when he was paying attention to them. However, they were really tender now.
Her breasts hadn't felt like this since she had her children. A conversation with the doctor put her at ease, the symptoms were normal for the treatment. Some women, apparently including her, experienced the symptoms more than others.
She slipped out of her daily clothes, and got ready to jump in the shower. This hotel was very nice. The bathroom had a beautiful makeup area, large mirror. It had a separate tub/whirlpool and shower area. She was really looking forward to the shower, it was a large glass full length enclosure, with a 3 head arrangement and seats along two sides. Honestly, you could have a small orgy inside of the shower itself, but hat wasn't on her agenda this evening.
Pausing in front of the mirror, she takes a look. Her figure has definitely changes a bit, her bust has pushed out a bit further, and the nipples strike a different pose than they did just a few weeks ago. She lightly runs her fingers across the areola, amazed at how sensitive they have become. Hopefully he will be gentle with them tonight.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him watching her from the bathroom's entrance. She doesn't react, letting him take in her figure. She is curious as to whether he has noticed the change. They haven't seen each other since her treatment had started.
Still clothed, he walks over behind her. His left hand gathers the hair around her neck and drags it out of the way. He nuzzles against the nape of her neck. His right hand circles around her, fingers gently tracing the underside of her right breast.
"The girls look a bit different. You didn't get a boob job, did you?"
"No, asshole," she replies with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. She gives him the short story of what is going on.
"Ok, I'll be gentle with them, but you can't expect me to leave them alone. Hell, they're bigger. That's an invitation to squeeze!" He pinches her right nipple, causing an immediate reaction to slap his hand away.
"Not yet, I've got to take a shower," she admonishes him. With that, she steps over into the shower area. Reaching in, she turns the water jets on. While waiting for the warm water to start to flow, she ties up her hair and wraps it in a towel. She does not intend to waste time drying her hair later, other things deserve her attention this evening. She dims the room lights, hoping to relax the shit of the day away a bit.
The glass shower enclosure starts to steam up. She grabs her paraphernalia, tosses a towel over the door, and steps in. The moist heat hits her immediately. She steps up to the center head, and places her arms out against the marble wall. One jet is hitting her square under her neck. The side jets are hitting her shoulders and torso. The water velocity is invigorating, but also delicate. It is an interesting mix. Her analytical mind starts to try and figure out how they engineered the heads to give such a mix of water pressure, then stops herself. "Fuck it," she tells herself. "Just enjoy it."
Her mind wanders as she enjoys the steam and water. She is half asleep, when she feels something stiff between her ass cheeks. He has come into the shower behind her, and rested his shaft right between the cheeks. She jumps a bit in surprise, then pushes back against him. Not hard, just enough to let him know.
His hands rest on top of her shoulders. She can feel the liquid cleanser between his skin and hers. He starts washing her. Is it washing, or massaging. Doesn't matter, it feels good to her. Head dropping forward a bit, her chin rests on her chest as his hands work their magic. Around the shoulders, down the upper arms, circling underneath and back up. His hands run down her back, stopping at the top of her cheeks. His fingers kneed her skin, cleansing it and working the muscles underneath.
He kneels. His hands slide down the outside of her hips, then pause as he reloads with the slippery goo. His hands encircle her left ankle, then run up, massaging all the way. He rides up over her knee, but stops short of her womanhood. Up and down he moves several times, and then moves to the right leg and repeats. He finishes by running his fingers down between her toes, and massaging her feet, one by one.
Standing, his hands slide up her sides. He pauses once again to get some more of the liquid, then reaches around and starts working on her upper chest and neck. He makes a point of stopping above the breasts, not touching them at all. Hands circle down around them, and work on her belly. Around and around he goes, once again stopping just short of her naughty bits.
His hands grasp her shoulders again, and turn her to the right. The right head is now hitting her in the chest, left nozzle on the ass. He makes a show of dropping more liquid into his right palm, then gently, ever so gently, places his hand on her right breast. She gasps at the contact, head leaning back as the sensitive skin transmits a wave of pleasure to her brain. The right hand swirls around the breast. Up over the top, across the nipple, underneath, completely cleansing the skin as well as teasing it. After a bit, he pulls away to get another load. She pushes the breast forward, hoping he will return to it, but he swings around it and duplicates the effort with the left one.
Her breath is quick now. She is moaning in response to his manipulation. He stops. Her eyes open, wondering what the hell? He drops to his knees, places more liquid in both palms. The left hand reaches around between her cheeks and slides between them. The right hand slides on top of her pussy. The fingers meet between her legs, and start massaging/cleaning her intimate areas. Involuntarily, her legs spread to give him easier access. She reaches out with her left hand to grab one of the shower heads to steady herself with.
Fingers slide up and down her ass. Other fingers slide up and down her lips. He is primarily cleaning her intimate areas, but also masturbating her as well. She squats down a bit, trying to force his hands to push against her more forcefully. Instead, he pulls them away. She groans, grabs him by the hair, and pulls his face into her lower belly. Since it is quite soapy, he declines the invitation and pulls back away.
Grabbing the hand held shower head off its rack, he runs the hot spray all over her, starting at the shoulders. Once her back is cleaned off, he slides back up behind her again. His dick finds its spot between her cheeks. His left hand holds the shower head tight against her public area, washing the cleanser off of her. His right hand slides up and down her public area, making sure that the stream of hot water completes its work there. She quivers a bit as his digits pass over her clit.
Hanging up the shower head, he turns her around, and pushes her against the shower wall. His hands seek hers, intertwining fingers. He pulls her hands and arms up over her head. He pushes his groin against hers. Her legs part slightly, and the head of his shaft slides between them. It rests against her labia. His mouth finds hers, their lips lock together. A deep frenzied kiss starts, their passion driving their mouths and tongues together. She moans with pleasure, relenting under his pressure. She is pinned against the wall, completely under his control. His tongue attacks hers.
