How could you refuse such a sweet invitation?

Amber watches your face intently, then gestures to the bathroom door and says, smiling, “Verserez-vous avec moi?”

You laugh and say, “Mais oui, mon cher amour, mais oui.” At your “mon cher amour,” Amber blushes a becoming shade of red and gives you a smile of deep pleasure.

Amber shares a decent-sized bathroom with another of the bedrooms. A good look at the shower stall makes you suspect it was designed explicitly with sexual activity in mind. It’s glassed-in floor to ceiling and larger than a typical bathtub. A wide ledge runs the length of the stall and around the end away from the shower. Its obvious function is to hold soap, shampoo, and the like, and there are a fair number of bottles scattered around it—but it’s of a good height and width to be useful in other ways as well. The floor of the shower is textured to provide an exceptional non-skid surface, offering firm, safe footing no matter what.

You angle the showerhead away from the stall door and turn the water on. Amber locks the other door into the bathroom—“just to be safe,” she says—then joins you in the shower stall. By the time she closes the shower door, the water is nice and hot, quickly steaming up the glass (though you’re sure you could have managed that without its help).

“So,” Amber asks, with just the slightest tremor in her voice, “can I call you my boyfriend now?” With a slight, shaky grin, she adds, “Have I got you hooked?”

You smile lovingly at her and say softly, “Yeah. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go. I love you.” Amber’s face lights up with joy and love like you’ve never seen before, and she throws her arms around you. You embrace her tighly in return and stand there for an eternal moment under the hot water, enjoying the feeling of her naked body against yours in the steamy heat. You kiss passionately, your tongues lightly fencing as your hands explore each other’s shower-slick flesh.

Amber murmurs appreciatively as you cup her well-toned ass in both hands and fondle her cheeks, but then she frowns. “If you’re my boyfriend now, that means we’ll have to tell Mom.”

You squirt body wash onto your palm and say calmly, “What do you mean ‘we’? The woman kicked me out—I’m under no obligation to tell her anything.”

She grins at you briefly as you lather up your hands, and replies, “Okay, but I still need to tell her, don’t I? She’s going to find out eventually, after all.”

Amber looks at you quizzically over her shoulder as you step behind her. You pause for a moment, then say, “Unfortunately, you’re right.” You reach around, grab her wet boobs, and begin to fondle and squeeze them all over with your soapy hands. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a clean breast of it.” She breaks out in a fit of giggles at your pun, giggles that soon turn into helpless laughter. She leans back into your embrace and laughs until the tears come, and you still your hands and hold her tight. You had seen her body tensing at the mention of her mother, but you’ve given her a powerful moment of release. Years of tension, anger, bitterness, and hopeless longing flow out of her as she laughs, leaving only peace.

When she quiets down, you resume your titplay, and her laughter turns to moans as you roll her nipples between soap-slick fingers. Amber reaches down between her legs, grabs your swelling cock, and pulls it up along her dripping slit. She thrusts her hips, fucking you with the length of her slick twat, holding you in place with her hand. You fondle Amber’s big, sweet breasts, reveling in their weight in your palms and the slickness of her soapy wet skin against yours. You lather them all over, then grab them from the outside and rub them against each other as you stroke them, making interesting squelching noises. You judder your slick fingers sideways across her eager nipples; Amber throws her head back, allowing you to suckle her neck as you caress her boobs, and twat-fucks you faster.

You rinse your hands off, then turn Amber around and back her against the side of the stall, kissing her hungrily. You wash her soft globes, lifting and fondling them and catching water to pour over them. Once the soap is rinsed off, you trail kisses along jaw to her neck, and then down her neck to the swells of her breasts. You spend some time kissing their upper slopes, sucking in mouthfuls of her titflesh to taste and nibble, before plunging into the deep valley between them. Amber grabs her boobs and begins rubbing them against your face as you lick your way down the center of her chest.

You work your way down and come out below her sweet melons, then move up, lifting their heavy softness with your face. You bring your hands back up to join hers, rubbing them against you as you caress her breasts with your nose and cheeks. You feel the hot water run down around your head as you enjoy their pliant weight and smooth, silken skin. You part your lips to taste several mouthfuls of her titflesh, then come up and over the curve. Her sunset-hued nipple stands as an island in a stream of shower water; you part the stream with your tongue and fasten your lips on the island, sucking just the tip into your mouth. Amber holds your head to her chest and whispers your name as you begin flicking it with your tongue.

When you shift your mouth to her other nipple to give it the same treatment, Amber takes the body wash and squirts some on her palm. She reaches down and grabs your good soldier, standing proudly at attention, and begins to stroke it. She starts off with several long, fast, twisting strokes to spread the soap around, then begins to vary her tempo, clenching and unclenching her hand as she goes. At the end of each stroke, she gives your cockhead a light squeeze, making you groan into her breast.

As Amber jacks you off with soapy hands, you decide you ought to return the favor. You break off for a moment to put more body wash on your hands, leaving Amber leaning back against the side of the stall, eyes closed, moaning softly as she pulls your cock. You reach down to her pussy and she shifts to open her legs for you, but you don’t dive in right away; instead, you begin soaping up her soft auburn pussy fur. You then return to your titfeast, cupping one of her magnificent boobs in one hand and rubbing your thumb hard over the nipple while you bend your head to the other, kissing and sucking all around the base of its rosy peak. Amber moans at your light touch and starts thrusting with her hips, trying to press her pussy into your hand. “Please, baby . . .” she moans, “don’t tease me . . .”

Grinning slightly, you relent and slip three fingers into her twat, one down the center and one on either side of her inner lips, and begin to rub her hot sex. Amber gasps and writhes against you as you claim both tits and her clit all at once. She squeezes your cock and begins pumping harder, moaning, “Ohh, lover, you make me so fucking hot . . . you feel so good . . . so fucking good, what you’re doing to me . . . need you, Rob . . . I love your big fucking cock . . . fuck me . . . harder . . .”