Back to the table

As Doe begins her shower, I go back to the table to sit down to reflect on what I’ve just witnessed. Wow, seeing a mature woman like that making herself cum was just so…hot, my cock stirs again as the images of Doe getting of on my scent raise my blood temperature by a few degrees.

She seemed to know exactly what was in the tissue from the look of her search and sniff, so was she playing me back out in the garden? Does this mean I might have a chance with her? I guess in a way I’ve already made her cum once…… It’s interesting to see that it’s not just a male thing to smell the scent of the opposite sex, I wonder if I can use this to my advantage.

After a while of staring at the TV I hear the bathroom door open and Doe walks in, wearing a loose fitting pair of slacks and an oversized t-shirt, the type that has such a large neck that she has nearly her entire shoulder showing, revealing the black lacy strap of her brassiere. I’m suddenly glad I’m sitting at a table as I feel my cock harden under it, the sexy skin of Doe’s shoulder, and the gentle rise of the beginning of breast heating me up.

‘How about I make us some toasties, John?’ She asks, starting up the grill.

‘Sounds delicious, Doe.’ I answer, not quite able to look her in the eye, my cock throbbing.

‘You’re welcome to have a quick shower if you want while I make them, if you feel a bit sticky.’

Not too keen on the idea of standing up in front of her right now with my boner, I decline the offer politely, asking her if she would like any help.

‘No thanks, I’m alright John.’ she answers, fetching the ingredients from their various hiding places around the kitchen.

Watching her move around, I can now notice a subtle difference about her, her movements seem more relaxed, fluid. A bit like someone who has just come back from a lengthy massage, her catlike movements making me hotter as I know what really caused them. Feeling a little adventurous, I decide to push it a little….

‘That must have been a great shower you just had, Doe.’ I tease.

She stops her toastie making for a moment to glance at me. ‘Why would you say that John?’

‘Oh, you just seem so very…..relaxed now, do you have a high-pressure shower head or something?’