We finally made it to his friend Rick's house. They had a beautiful little house in the burbs. It seemed as though there was a place for everything and everything was in its place. We told them about our trip and his friend's wife, Pam was quick to have us in the showers while she made us a nice breakfast.
We went to the room we were to be sharing, and it had its own bathroom. Dan led me to the bathroom, obviously remembering my shower fascination, which had came out during phone sex one day. We had lived out this fantasy before, but he knew how hot it got me. He looked at me and smiled as we were undressing, and handed me a robe.
I played along, and put the robe on, he told me to go sit down while he got our shower started. I sat down, just waiting. Dan came in, grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I could not help but feel that shyness slip over me as he untied my robe. I stood there as my robe slid down my arms and hit the floor, leaving me completely naked. He held me at arms length and took in my whole body. I am kind of "curvy" with big heavy tits. I could feel my nipples harden as he stared at them.
Finally he opened the shower curtain and held my hand as I got in. He nudged me back, so the water cascaded over my now-hard nipples. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me, laying me back so the water ran over my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as his hands traveled down my body. One hand stayed behind me as he had me laid back, the other fondled my nipples and traced lines over my stomach, tracing their way down. He spun me around and leaned me against the shower wall, and slid his hand between my legs. My natural reaction was to prop my leg on the tub, giving him complete access. He slid his fingers up inside of me, which he flicked my clit with his thumb. I came easily, but with him, he has always known what it took to bring me over the edge.
I thought he was done, and wanted to taste his cock. I started to slide down, and he stood me back up, said maybe we should clean up first. He washed my hair, massaged my neck and back, took his time cleaning each of my nipples and continued working his way down. I wanted his touch so bad. I was beyond horny by his ministrations. Every move was so deliberate. He leaned me against the wall again, washing my mound; he spread my legs and began washing my thighs. I could feel my pussy pulsing, just aching for his touch. He massaged my thighs and my calves, and washed each toe with his tongue.
Finally he said, he thought he was through, and then said he remembered where he forgot. He spread my lips open and cleaned my pussy, sliding his tongue over every fold, licking every inch, sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy. He kept going until I came three times, begging him to stop. He stood up, kissed me on the nose and said it was my turn.
As I recovered, I kissed him deeply, tasting my juices on his tongue. I smiled and turned him around, with his back to me. I cupped my hands and let the water run over his head. As I washed him, I pressed my nipples into his back. As I massaged his neck, shoulders and arms, I saw goose bumps appear and heard him moan. To add to his torture, as I washed his chest, I circled and pinched each nipple, knowing his cock was as hard as his nipples.
I started washing his back, and his ass. He spread his legs, hoping to feel my touch on his most private areas. To tease him, I grazed his balls, and his response was to spread his legs further. I loved to make him beg. I started washing his thighs, front and back from behind. I let my hand move close enough to feel his fully erect penis. When my hand touched it, I felt his hips buck forward, wanting more. But, instead, I worked my way down his legs, taking my time.