"I played innocent for a while, sharing the space at the sink with him. He noticed right away how transparent this gown is. He stared at my breasts and panties below the filmy gown, but didn't make a move toward me, the chicken. Clearly I would have to make the first move. While he was leaning over the sink, I snuggled up behind him, leaned over to rest on his back. I put my hands on his waist and ran them up his sides. I rested my head on his back, I'm sure that he could feel my breasts on his bare back through the thin gown. He turned around with an are-you-nuts look and I kissed him to keep him from saying anything. He put his arms went around me down at my waist and then down onto my ass.
"One of his hands came up between us, under the gown, to feel my breast. He weighed it and teased the nipple. I responded by reaching into his pajama bottoms to fondle his cock, which hardened right away. I couldn't wait for him to respond by himself, so with my other hand, I took his hand from my breast and pushed it down my belly to my panties, to the waistband of those little bikinis. He took the hint. his palm flattened out against my belly, his fingers slid beneath the waistband of the panties and down to feel my fur. He bent his fingers to cup my crotch, so familiar to him from previous encounters. He sawed his fingers back and forth, opened the lips of my pussy. It was already hot and wet waiting for him. I covered his hand with mine outside the panties, applied more pressure to his hand to push it into me. We were kissing all the time. I moaned my approval into his mouth as we kissed.
"Finally he bent his longest finger and slid it up into my hole. His finger was so long, it went way up inside. Oh, God, I melted and moaned again into his mouth. I wanted to feel what he was feeling, too. Was I really that hot and wet? I slid my hand on top of his inside my panties, covering his fingers with mine, and then I pushed my second finger, with the long, sharp nail, into me on top of his finger. It was incredible. I could feel it inside me, in my pussy stirring around and pumping, and outside, too, in my fingers, at the same time. So that's what men feel when they finger a woman! We stroked in and out together in my juices. Both of us moaned. I still had my other hand on his cock inside his pajamas. He must have been close to coming. So was I. But neither of us did.
"After a minute or two, we broke apart. It was too long, someone would wonder. His cock was hard as steel, I guess that his girlfriend will get a good drilling tonight. I took his middle finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I could taste my own juice on it. He was in a hurry to go. He gathered his towel and his dopp kit, kissed me just a peck, grabbed my boob for one last feel, and left the room. I finished washing, straightened out my robe and panties, and came out. They're still juicy, as you can feel. Did I do okay?" She opened her legs and put my hand on the crotch of her panties. They were as wet and as hot as I had ever felt.
I was beside myself. She threw her pussy right at him. She had got him to finger her, and she joined in herself. Mamma mia! What a hot woman!
Of course he still hadn't played with her clit, so she hadn't come. That was left for me. We jumped into bed and started in immediately. If they did any noisy screwing that night in the other bedroom, we didn't hear it over our own.
