We are at your house and have the place to ourselves; your kids are out with friends and not coming back until late. It's hot and we've been out most of the day working on the garden and shopping. As we enter the house you call to me, "Honey, why don't you relax for a little while I take a shower. With sudden inspiration, I take your hands.
"Jen, we need to have an important talk." You look at me with uncertainty, wondering what I am up to.
"Do you remember the water restrictions from a couple years ago? Those are becoming more and more common around the country. Water is a precious resource that must be conserved. I don't want to preach, but maybe you should try to think of ways to conserve water more? Any little step you, we, can take could be important over time." I am able to get most of this out with a straight face.
With only the slightest grin you ask, "Should we conserve water by showering together?" "That's a very intriguing idea, you have, Ms. Jones," smiling as we walk hand in hand to the bathroom.
As we enter the bathroom I begin to unbutton my shirt, but you stop me." Allow me!" You unbutton my shirt, and slide it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. You then grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, your red nailed fingers running thru the soft, dark hairs on my chest, trailing along my middle aged belly, you place your hands on my chest stroking and pulling at my hardening nipples. I moan, 'my turn!'
Pulling your shirt over your head, I place it on atop of mine. I turn you around and unhook your brassiere, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Pulling you back to my chest, I reach around you and begin to massage your breasts, the weight and firmness of the olive toned orbs filling my outsized hands, the thick sepia toned nipples pushing into my palms. I reach down, unsnap your shorts and pull them down your curvy, supple hips. You kick them off and into our pile.
You turn around, kiss my chest, undo my belt, my shorts and unzip me...being careful of my growing erection. Biting your lip and looking up at me with a sexy alluring smile, you slide my boxers down exposing my thick erection to the air, your red nails trailing along its length making me shiver with anticipation. With a growl, I reach down and grab the waistband of your silky smooth panties and yank them down.
As I straighten up I say, "We'd better get in the shower before we get carried away." You agree and you turn on the water, waiting while you adjust the temperature. I move up behind you and rub your bum, my caressing and spanking of your pliant yet yielding derriere causing you to jump and let out a yelp while adjusting the shower. Finally the temperature is just right and you hop in and turn to me and ask, "Aren't you coming?"
I put your head under the stream of water and find the shampoo. While I'm getting the shampoo and just beginning to lather up your hair, you are stroking my turgid cock. I realize that I will have a hard time concentrating on shampooing so I turn you around pulling you back into my chest, my fingers shampoo and massage your head.
I know I always find it somewhat luxurious to have someone else shampoo my hair and finger my scalp. There's something erotic and relaxing about the feeling of fingers massaging the scalp. So I try to treat you to that luxuriousness and work on your head massaging around your temples, all over the top and then around the back of your head concentrating on working my fingers over your scalp. Your moaning in delight and rubbing your sexy bum against my cock is keeping it, (and me), at attention. After I finish, you get back under the water and we rinse the soap out of your hair.
You turn me around and have me sit on the bench in your shower. You bring the hand held part of the showerhead over and wet down my hair returning the favor by giving me a shampoo and head massage. It's wonderful and at times you pull my head to your chest and I'm able to lick your breasts and tease your nipples while you're massaging my head. Eventually you finish and rinse the lather out of my hair.
I start to get up and you push me back down onto the seat. Grabbing the soap you lather my chest, rubbing my nipples. After rinsing you put your lips on my wet nipples and kiss and lick and start to bite using your teeth to pull on them, making me moan. As you are working on my nipples with your teeth, your hand picks up the soap and you begin to wash my still erect penis. The lazy stroking motion of your soap slick hand makes me moan and start to breathe faster.