The below is the second erotic text I sent to my mistress. Our affair only takes place when she visits the city where I live, and this was written to her while her husband was out of town on a business trip.
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The large glass door to the shower is covered in steam as you feel the hot water running down over your hair, your face, your breasts. You run your hands up and through your hair, pushing the water out and down your back, feeling the stress of work, of home, of kids, of marriage, wash down out of your body. The water temperature feels perfect, the sensation of wetness surrounds you. The soap on your body leaves an amazing scent of daffodils and spring flowers. You catch yourself smiling because somehow you can sense me behind you. The sound of the water has masked my breathing, and the smell of the soap on your body masked my scent. You reach back with your left hand and feel my left hand take yours and our fingers entwine.
As you pull my hand to your body, you can feel me take a step forward and standing behind you, I wordlessly envelop you in my arms. The warmth of my body surrounds you, my smell enters your nostrils, my chin rests on top of your head. You look down and see my arms draped around you, my right arm crossing you and touching your left breast while my left hand still holds yours. You feel so safe and held so tight when you look down and see my arms around you. You close your eyes and look up but when you open your eyes you can't see my face, you can only feel my lips kissing the top of your head. I tower over you and you almost forgot how tall I am except for my very stiff erection that is pressing into the small of your back. My skin feels warm and slick pressed up against you, you pull my left hand up to your cheek and I caress your left cheek as you close your eyes and let the water run over you.