Let's head to the shower

“Want to take a shower,” I asked. She sighed and said, “That sounds wonderful.” I pushed my fingers deeply into her and kissed her on the lips, much harder this time. “Aanngghhh,” she grunted as she arched her back and bore down onto my fingers. I kept them inside of her as we kissed, reaching in as deep as I could. Our lips parted and our tongues bathed each other. Finally we had to separate in order to breathe, and I slowly slid my fingers out of her slick cavity. I brought them up to our lips. Sarah sucked one finger into her mouth, and I took the other one. We laced our fingers together, rose from the bed and walked to the shower.

Warm water was soon bursting from the showerheads and steam was billowing from the opening. I tapped Sarah on her butt as I followed her inside. She didn’t waste any time; water was soon slithering down her body. She reached for the shampoo and soon had a head full of suds. Before she rinsed them out, I put my hands into the lather and massaged her scalp. As she leaned back to rinse her hair, her breasts became very accessible and so did her pussy. I reached for the vanilla scented gel and filled my palm. I moved behind Sarah and started lathering her abdomen and quickly moved to her mound. She leaned into me, reached behind her and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled my head forward and softly started tonguing my ear, moaning, “Go lower, Paul, please.”

I bent my knees slightly so I could reach the lips of her desire. I hadn’t even touched them when Sarah growled, “Just thinking about your fingers touching me has me already throbbing.” She was rubbing her cheeks against my cock and it was quickly coming to life. I turned her around to face me and pulled her into my arms. Our slick bodies were lightly rubbing against the other. “Sarah, I want us to make love slowly and intimately today. I want it to be as intense as last night, but in a totally different way. Is that OK,” I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, her eyes were brimming with tears and her lips were quivering. “I’d love that, Paul,” she said softly. I guided her to the corner where the stone bench was built in. “Front or back first,” she asked. I kissed her softly and answered, “You choose, Sarah.” She traced my face gently with her fingertips just before she lay face down on the bench. It was wide enough that I was able to straddle her. This was going to be the beginning of hours of making love!

I was in awe looking at her body stretched out before me. Her legs were long and strong with muscular calves. The rise of her cheeks was phenomenal. Her ass was firm, round and high with a dimple just at the top of either side. Her back was long and sleek; her shoulder blades jutting out slightly. I could see the round bulge of her tits peeking out from her under her chest. Her neck was long and slightly curved with her dark hair trailing down it. As I sat admiring her, Sarah parted her legs ever so slightly, giving me a glimpse of her puffy, outer lips. God she was beautiful.

I started sliding my hands up her legs, massaging her calves, then her inner thighs. Her legs parted a little more. I moved to her upper thighs and then started kneading her lower cheeks. I put more gel on my hands before I started working on her muscular cheeks, running my thumbs up her crack as I separated them. I heard a low groan come from deep within Sarah, “Mmmmmm.” She couldn’t keep from wiggling her butt, pushing back onto my leg. As I worked my way up, I **** my semi-hard cock along her crack and over her back. I started massaging her neck and shoulders, eventually working my way out to her arms. My hands came back to her neck and shoulders and then worked their way to her side to her bulging tits. I couldn’t help myself; I had to slide my hands underneath her so I could feel her fullness completely. Her nipples were soft, but only momentarily. I was soon rubbing her hard points! I was on my knees; one on either side of her hips. My cock was hardening as we both concentrated on the pleasure Sarah’s tits brought to both of us. She was started to raise her hips rhythmically, meeting my downward movements. I knew I had to get control of myself or this would be over way too soon.

“I need to slow down, Sarah,” I moaned. “Uhhh….OK,” she panted. I sat back on my heels and took several deep breaths before I started rinsing her off. Her body was slick and shiny. I saw that she had spread her legs much wider. She turned and looked at me. I dismounted and went up to her face and gave her a long, hard kiss. She opened her lips and I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss went on for ages. Finally when we parted, Sarah said, “Finger me, Paul….I want to feel the magic of your fingers.” As she spoke, she rested her back against the shower wall, spread her legs far apart and planted the soles of her feet firmly on the stone bench. Since I had knelt beside her when we were kissing, I was in perfect position to see every inch of her glorious pussy. It was glistening as the water was dripping over it. I looked up and saw a long, slender finger inserted into Sarah’s mouth and then was mesmerized as I watched her slowly slide it into her vagina. “Ahhhhhh,” she moaned as she lifted her hips ever so lightly. I could see she was reaching in deeply and swirling it around inside of her before she slowly withdrew it. I was slowly stroking myself as I watched her repeat her actions. When she withdrew her finger, again, I grabbed hold of it. I brought her finger to my lips and sucked it deep into my mouth. She tasted wonderful. Sarah pulled her finger from my mouth, but I knew I wanted more of her.