Charlotte 6
After we had collapsed back onto the couch and shared a beer and another sandwich, Charlotte pulled her knees up to her chest and turned to look at me. We were both still nude, but the room was comfortably warm and her hairline was just drying off from the intensity of her orgasm. I felt her eyes on me, so I dusted off my hands, took a sip of beer to cleanse my palate, and then turned to face her.
"What's up, Char?" I asked easily.
"I was just thinking how awesome this is," she said sadly.
"I was kind of thinking the same thing," I admitted as I reached for her hand. "We both know it can't go anywhere, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the afternoon, right?"
She nodded and bit her lip, but didn't say anything.
"And that doesn't even begin to cover how amazed and happy I am to be here, you know."
Her eyes were still holding mine steadily, but her expression softened a little bit. I saw her eyes shift a little as she arranged her thoughts and then the beginning of a smile played across her lips.
"So make the most of it?" she asked softly.
"Absolutely, Charlotte. We still have a couple of hours to do whatever you want."
"I just want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel!" she said forcefully, her smile disappearing.
"You do!" I assured her. "You have, and you will, I promise! I just want to try a bunch of different things with you so you know what you like and also what guys like."
"Always looking out for your students, huh?" she said, a trace of her usual demeanor coming out after the serious twists and turns.
"Not all of them, Char. Just you."
"So what's next, Professor?" she asked archly.
"I don't know about you," I said slowly, "but I could kind of use a shower," I told her with a smile.
"Oh, I LIKE that idea!" she gushed, leaning forward to kiss me quickly on the lips. "Come on!"
Like a nymph out of Greek legends, she was up and running lightly for the door. She paused as I lurched up to follow her supple form, letting me get close before she took off again. Her hair swished back and forth and her ass bounced enticingly as she led me through the kitchen and up the wide stairs to the upper hallway. Little details caught my eye as I pounded up the stairs after her--the arch of her feet on the dark wood, the taut hamstrings and thigh muscles driving her upward, and the easy grace she displayed as she swung herself around the newel posts at the landing and again at the top of the stairs. At the door to her room, she paused and turned to look back at me. One breast peeked around the frame, but her lower half was hidden inside. Her face was flushed with exertion and excitement again, and I sped up to catch her before she got away again.
A millisecond before I grabbed her, though, she slipped inside her room. I slalomed around the door frame and the door, grabbing their edges for support. I remembered where the bathroom was from my earlier visit, so I spun to the right and saw her just flipping on the light switch inside the open door. The light framed her and she froze like a deer in a slight crouch, her feet apart, hands on the door frame, her breasts rising and falling enticingly. She looked amazing in that moment and I forgot my pursuit--I just stopped in my tracks and stared into her flashing eyes.
"Fuck, you're beautiful!" I gasped before I could catch myself.
Her smile widened and she took a step back from the doorway, still holding onto the frame.
"Wanna come in?" she growled sexily.
"Fuck, yes!" I replied.
"Come on, then!" she shot back as she stood upright and let go of the doorway.
I crossed the space between us in a few strides and she stood still to let me catch her. My arms went possessively around her slim body and my hands took a firm grip on her delicious little backside as I pulled her against me.
"Got yer ass now, little girl!" I growled playfully.
"You do, mister, but what are you going to do with it?" she growled back, trying not to laugh.
"I don't know yet!" I admitted, still growling, "but I'm sure I'll think of something! Now turn that damn shower on!" I added as I gave her a swat on one firm cheek.
She squealed and spun within the confines of my arms, then stepped toward the glass door and pushed it inward. I saw my handprint glowing pink on the firm skin of her ass and grinned to myself. She reached to the wall and turned on the large single tap, then stepped back. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my hands around her waist, and we waited together until steam began to rise. I nuzzled her neck as I held her and she leaned back against me trustingly. My eyes took in the luxury of the space: a 4 by 6 shower stall with a tiled bench, a rain shower pouring down into the middle of the enclosure, a hand-held attachment perched nearby, and thick towels hanging just outside the door. There was the usual assortment of shampoos, brushes, and conditioners on a chest-high ledge. Also, I noticed happily, there was a grab bar running diagonally across the far wall.
"Let's go!" I said, nudging Charlotte forward with my hips.
She stepped around the spray to the far side to make room for me and we looked at each other through the rainfall. The playful smile was still on her lips, but there was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes again, and I thought I knew why.
"Charlotte," I asked loudly enough to penetrate the noise of the water, "have you ever showered with anyone?"
"No," she said simply, her face falling slightly as she shook her head.
"Well, there's only a few rules" I told her with a wide grin. "First, you have to take turns with the water. Second, you have to help wash the other person. And third, you have to use LOTS of soap!"
"Three rules...got it," she said firmly, her smile coming back slightly at the familiar pattern.
"I'll go first," I said firmly as well, stepping under the stream and closing my eyes.
After a quick rinse, I stepped back, wiped my eyes and pushed back my hair, and then nodded that it was her turn. I don't think she planned the pose, but I almost lost my breath as she stepped forward and raised her arms under the falling water. Her breasts stood out prominently as her face turned up toward the ceiling and one knee came forward so that her weight rested more on one leg than the other. She looked like a naiad statue in the center of a fountain somewhere famous. Her hair darkened under the stream and hung down her back a little way. After a sinuous stretch, she used both hands to push her hair back, then stepped back as I had done and looked at me through the stream again. My admiring gaze must have been obvious, because she smiled a little bit and then turned to the side.
"If you'll come over here," she said, "I'll take care of rule number two right now!"
Who could resist? I stepped around the spray and stood in front of her. She took the soap off the ledge and dipped it into the falling water for a second, then started lathering it up between her hands. Stepping closer, she shyly used the bar to make circles on my chest, seemingly mesmerized by the patterns she made in my chest hair. Then she ran it down each of my arms and back up, dipping into my armpits on either side as she finished the motion. To my surprise, she tugged my wrist then to turn me around and then repeated the washing treatment on my back. She allowed her hands to travel as low as my hips, but no further. Her hands were firm and deft across my skin and I found myself wanting to feel them all over. The bar of soap ran down my arm once more, but to my surprise, she slipped it into my hand and let go. I turned to look over my shoulder at her and saw her standing back with an impish grin on her face.
"Didn't you say we had to take turns and we had to wash each other?" she asked mockingly.
"I did say that," I admitted.
"So now it's your turn!" she told me earnestly.
"I don't think you finished, young lady!" I said in my sternest teacher voice.
She laughed and clasped her hands together behind her back.
"Oh, I'll finish you off later!" she said innocently.
I snorted, but the prospect of lathering her gorgeous young body was irresistible, so I didn't complain or stall any further. Instead, I scrubbed my hands together to make a pool of suds and stepped closer. Not wanting her to get cold, I nudged her back so that she was partially under the stream of water and looked down into her eyes as my hands came up to her shoulders. Kissing her lightly on the lips, I let my hands glide across the span of her shoulders, down her arms, and back up the insides, doing my best not to tickle when I got to her armpits. Then I lathered up my hands again and set the soap aside so I could concentrate on her skin beneath my palms.
Starting once more at her shoulders, I let my hands glide down over her chest, over the firm swell of her breasts, and then I took a knee to keep my hands flat as I soaped up the faint lines of her abdominal muscles, stopping as she did just above her groin. There was a little pout on her face when I did stop, but I smiled up at her and slid my hands back up, standing upright again as I did so, and paused the motion of my hands so that my thumbs were under her breasts. Then I pivoted both hands inward and out again, swiping my palms across her nipples and giving her a light squeeze on both sides. That drew a shiver and a little soft moan.
"Turn, please!" I ordered, still smiling.
She ducked her head to hide her own smile and spun prettily in place, bringing her arms up so that her hands gripped her upper arms across her chest. With the same motion, she flipped her hair out of the way so that it hung in front of her collarbone. I grabbed the soap, lathered up, and did a quick but thorough job on the long, smooth lines of her back. Since I still had the soap in my hand, I quickly ran it across my chest and stomach to refresh the suds there before setting it back on the ledge. Then I grabbed Charlotte by the waist and pulled her away from the water, turning her as I did so that her body came face-first against my slippery chest. My half-hard cock bumped into her belly as she closed in and she looked up at me with a gleam in her eye. Her breasts slid across my ribs easily and when I put my arms around her, it was like holding a mermaid. I grinned down at her and we kissed softly once more, her lips parting just a touch so that I could feel the tip of her tongue tracing my lips one at a time.
