The din of the water cascading from the showerhead drowned out the sound of Kayla opening the bathroom door softly and closing it behind her as she stepped into the steamy, bathroom. She tip toed to the shower and pulled back the shower curtain stepping inside. With the warmth of the water flowing over her, she wrapped her arms around his soapy, torso. Her hands, roaming over the soap slick, flesh of his chest.
"Your insatiable you know that," he chuckled as he continued to lather his sinewy, torso.
"What can I say...you bring out the animal in me," she retorted her palm's maundering lazily down over the corrugated, sinews of his stomach. Her sojourning, touch descending lower until her searching, finger's curled around the flaccid, length of his shaft.
"Are you purposely trying to kill me," he chortled?
"Aw...now that would defeat my purpose now wouldn't it," she murmured. Her soap, slick finger's wandering lazily up and down his length. Leisurely, masturbating he, feeling him stiffen slightly in her fist.
With an animal like groan he surrendered to her lascivious, advances. Despite their earlier sexual gymnastics he felt his member stiffen with renewed vigor under her surprisingly adroit ministrations.
Turning around her grasped her arms raising them over her head and pinned her against the wall of the shower, His lip's descending and finding her lips. His tongue, sliding between the ripe plums of her lip's to plunder her mouth passionately.
She melded against his muscular, torso. Her arm's wrapping around his neck as his grip on her arm's relaxed. Her tongue plundering his mouth ardently.
His hands, slid down her soap slick, torso maundering between their melded, torsos and kneading and fondling the perfection of her breasts. Rolling the stiff, apices of her nipples between his soap, slick fingers.
He scooped her up in his arms. Her legs, locking around his waist, the very tip of him nuzzling the warmth of her velvety, cleft, Slowly, inch by indescribable inch she lowered herself down feeling the flared, plum shaped head separate the downy, folds of her labia. She lowered herself down another inch and felt the large, head at the vestibule of her slick, furrow.
He clutched her firm, buttock's passionately and supported her as she raised and lowered herself on his stiff, length. The limber, length of his tongue darting repeatedly in and out of her mouth.
His large, calloused palm's cupping them, molding the undersides. Rolling her tightly, beaded nipple's between his fingers. There torso's slamming together bucking and arching and colliding in perfect rhythm.
Sweat dripping from his torso, he moved his lip's lower and suckled her left, nipple deep into his mouth slaking his thirst. Lashing at the rose colored areola and the tightly, beaded nipple's each one the color of pale pink tea roses.
She arched and writhed in torment as his thrusts became harder more insistent in a regular, pulsing cadence. She moved against him met his eager, thrusts and matched them. Her breath in breathless, urgent gasps as each thrust forced the breath from her lungs. She came in great shuddering, clenching spasms. Her velvety, sheath milking the thickness of his shaft until with a long low growl, His body shuddering with release he spewed forth a fountain of semen from his testes.
"Mm...are you positive...you have to go into town today," she panted as she tried to catch her breath.
"Yes I do," he replied, withdrawing from her and stepping out of the shower drying him vigorously and wrapping a towel about his waist. He left the steamy, confines of the bathroom and quickly dressed in a tee shirt and jeans meeting her as she emerged from the bathroom a towel wrapped securely about her torso. "I'll be home in a few hours," he uttered as he walked by.
She returned to her room and dressed quickly in a yellow sundress and tights as she heard the clamber of his beat up, Ford pickup drive away. Grabbing her laptop she pranced down the stairs and to the kitchen making her a pot of coffee.
Perching herself at the kitchen table she opened her laptop and her mind whirling with the vivid memories of their sexual antics attempted to put the feelings into words. The alluring, aroma of the coffee drawing her attention away as she strode to the coffee maker and poured herself a large, mug fill.
Returning to the table she sat down again took a sip of the aromatic, coffee and turned her attention to her writing. The words seeming to fly from her brain to her finger's faster then she could type. As she typed she could almost feel the scintillating touch of Trevor's hands as they caressed her smooth, silken flesh passionately. She squirmed in her seat as she felt the heat of her desire gnawing at her belly again she described their love making in almost vivid detail.
The ardor and dampness between her supple, thighs' were drawing her finger's downward. Her finger's, sojourning beneath the flowing, skirt of the sundress and idly maundering up the nylon clad length of her thigh. Her left hand, straying down to cup the perky swell of her breast through the thin, bodice of the dress, the nipple, was protruding stiffly from the firm, mound.
Her fingers, sojourned higher beneath the skirt. Causing the skirt to bunch up about her waist, her supple, fingertips venturing into the heat of her nylon clad inner thighs, One, insolent digit, tracing the crease of her hair fringed outer fold's through the flimsy, material of her tights.
She slid her fingers beneath the elastic, waistband of her tights and panties. Her supple, digit's brushing the springy, nest of curls adorning her mound as they nimbly, sought out the swollen, kernel of her clit straddling the damp, pink petals of her inner fold's. One solitary, fingertip was slipping between the puffy, hair fringed outer folds and gathering the syrupy nectar drooling from her velvety, sheath.
Her fingers, coated with the slick, syrupy juices flowing from her frothy, depths languidly, circled the swollen, pearl of her clit bathing it with her slick, secretions. Her breathing, coming in quickening pants as her pleasure threatened to reach a turbulent, crescendo.
She could feel the orgasm building within her. Her supple, fingertip circling the now quivering bud of her clit, playing out her orgasm for as long as possible, Her breathing getting ragged now as the waves of pleasure threatened to crest and consume her. Her thigh's beginning to quiver with the first faint stirrings of climax
Her taut, buttocks clenched and unclenched rhythmically as the tidal wave of her imminent orgasm began to break upon her. Her face contorting in ecstasy, her body trembling on the very edge of ecstasy until with a profound shudder she came in great, shuddering spasms, Her taut buttocks, clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure cascaded through her.
"Whew...," she panted as she tried to catch her breath after the turbulent, climax. It was almost as if her years of pent up desire had bubbled to the surface since she had met Trevor.
The sound of the doorbell, breaking her from her reverie, quickly smoothing her skirt down over her legs she arose from the kitchen chair and strode quickly to answer the front door. "Who could that be," she mused to herself?
