Making my way through the steam, light clouds surround me...following the sounds of falling water, the sounds of the shower. I wonder to myself, who could be here at Syds' after hours, who else has a key?
As I get closer...in a pale light I can make out a form...a tall...voluptuous form...the goddess. Her back is to me...she is unaware of my presence. I am stopped in my tracks...the moist and hot air clinging to me...but the heat I feel now has no comparison.
Watching the water dance over her body...droplets bouncing...splashing...coating her every inch. Slowly her head turns ever so slightly ... looking over her shoulder...seeing me entranced by her...giving me a smile and a little wink.
Letting my clothes fall to the ground, unaware that I had removed them. I close to the vision... feeling the water spray from her body unto mine, turning to me, my hand goes to her... fingertips caressing her face... touching this dream...making sure that it is real. Her face turns to my touch to kiss my palm, letting chills run through me as fire races. Watching her eyes sparkle and glitter... it is magic.... spellbound. I feel the contact of her hands on my chest, rubbing, slick and soapy, building a lather, motionless I stand , unable to utter a sound, possessed by your visage. Your busy hands coat me with a film of bubbles, so warm and pleasing your every touch. Smiling softly at me, looking in to my eyes you whisper " would you mind washing my back?"
All I can manage is a very slow shaking of my head as you turn again. Slipping my hands across your back, watching the water cascading over your skin, allowing my hands to glide around to your chest, as I close to your body, my soap covered chest to your back, pressing myself to you. The soap letting me slide and slither against my temptation, hands snaking over your curves, wrapping my arms tightly, as tightly as the soap allows. Slowly I let my knees bend and I use my body, covered in suds to rub up and down the whole of you, slipping sweetly. the friction reduced, but the heat increased. Hear you moan softly with each pass up and down, feeling you gasp in pleasure. After a dozen or so body strokes, my hands rest upon your bosom, fingers on your hardened nipples, letting them slip between tender and soft fingers, whispering into your delicate ear "your back is done".
Moans escape us both as we enter the water, letting its tantilizing pulse wash over us still intertwined, enwrapped. My hands guiding you over once we are cleansed of our milky white foam, turning you once more to face me, but that is only for a moment, as I start to descend over your body, kissing softly, your neck, to your collar, to the top of your bosom, only to take the nipple in to my mouth, suckling, licking tenderly, hands drifting down your back , letting you lean against the tiled wall, kissing under your breast, going to the navel, where I take the time to trace it several times, teasing playfully, over the hip resting my head, only to look up at your wide eyes and slightly opened mouth.