I have shared this with a few of you in the past and want to share it with a few more. This was one of the first attempts for me to put my dreams into words. As with other stories, I leave this open to continuation.
The shower is running, very warm water, your hands covered with bubbles as you wash yourself, feeling the sensation of your hands as they glide over your arms, breasts, stomach...Your eyes are closed, imagining the last time we were together, remembering all the feelings, the sounds we made. You feel a slight chill at your back and when you turn around you see me. I have slipped into the shower, not able to resist joining you there. You look at my eyes and see the mischief in them, my cock starting to rise some, sensing what you had been daydreaming about.
We say no words to each other, just a smile between us. I take the soap from you and continue what your hands were doing. Sliding my hands over your curves. You lift your arms, your breasts becoming taught and I cannot resist the invitation to touch them, stroking from underneath, lifting them, running my palms over the nipples, feeling them harden, you taking in a sharp breath as I do. You look lovely standing there, eyes on mine, swaying at my touch, smiling as my hands move to your stomach and thighs. I move my hands over your ass, your lower back and you move forward to rub against me. I back up a step and with my eyes tell you no, stand where you are and just feel for a few moments.