"Yes you are." He confirms, raising his eyebrows and giving her a devious smile. "Looks like it is time to get cleaned up."
He pulls his boxer briefs back up and offers his hand to her. She eagerly takes it, almost giddy at the idea of being in the shower with him. She had been imagining what it would be like ever since he teasingly mentioned to her about the new tile being put in months ago.
With her fingers laced within his, she follows behind him eager for whatever may come next. He takes her through his bedroom where she notices a door off to the side. She tilts her head slightly to get a better view, to note a hot tub outside surrounded by several trees guaranteeing privacy. He notes her distraction and gives her hand a little tug. "I'm coming," she insists. "I wouldn't miss this for anything!"
They enter the bathroom and he instructs her to wait for a moment while he gets the shower prepared. She removes her panties and undoes the braid in her hair in preparation. "Come on in," he grabs her hand and helps her inside." The shower is huge in comparison to anything she's seen. It has a shower head at either end and a seat in the middle. Both shower heads are running. He places her at one end while he goes to the other. The heat of the water almost startles her, the contrast of hot and cold causing goose flesh to cover her body and her nipples to awaken.
Once adjusted to the heat she closes her eyes and allows the water to cover her, soaking her hair and washing over her face. Realizing that in her enjoyment of the water she has somewhat lost track of time and where she is; she opens her eyes to see him watching her. For the first time in their relationship she felt oddly vulnerable. She was completely nude standing before him, hair soaked, and makeup washed away. He could now see the scar on her right arm where she had burned herself making pizza, the slight pooch of her tummy, the evidence of bearing children, and the tattoo on her left calf that he probably had never noticed before. All she can do is look at him in hopes of some sort of response. He merely smiles, grabs her hands and puts soap in them. "Ready to get cleaned up?" he asks.
"Yes," she replies with a single nod. He pulls her towards him, having them meet in the middle. He places her hands on his chest as he puts his on her shoulders. She can feel the pounding of his heart beneath his chest and is amazed that he too seems to be nervous. They each start massaging and rubbing the other, coating the front of their bodies in bubbles. She thoroughly enjoys the freedom of allowing her hands to glide over his skin, feeling every muscle. Her confidence once again restored she asks him to turn around, "time to get your back," she states.
He leans down and kisses her very lightly on the lips before turning around. She coats her hands again with soap and begins massaging him, starting at the top of his shoulders, bringing her hands across his arms, then gliding them down his back. For several minutes she focuses completely on using her hands to relieve every bit of tension in him, working the muscles of his lower back and those that run parallel to his spine.
Content she has him completely relaxed she steps forward placing her body next to his, her breasts pressing against him, her cheek resting between his shoulder blades, her arms sliding around him, left hand gently cupping him while the right starts gliding up and down his shaft. Although soft when she starts, he begins to grow quickly in her hand. The change in activity entices him, yet his focus is completely on watching her stroke him; looking down to see her hands moving is fascinating as well as arousing.
After a few moments of enjoying her touch he turns around to once again face her, drawing her arms up and over his shoulders, his erection pressing against her abdomen, his arms embracing her in such a way she feels completely consumed by him. She is now unsure if the heat she is feeling is from the steam of the shower or the passion growing deep inside.
His left knee presses against her thighs opening them to him, his right hand glides down her flesh grazing her right breast, nipple, abdomen and between her legs until two fingers slide slowly past her clit and inside of her. She moans, gladly accepting them, closing her eyes, once again resting her cheek this time on his chest, listening to the pounding within.
