I kept my hands moving at all times, and slowly I worked my way down his stomach.I kept my hands moving at all times, and slowly I worked my way down his stomach. I stopped as I reached the level of his hips, and ran my hands up his sides, lathering under his arms as well. With excruciating patience I slid my arms around him, working the soap over his back. As my hands approached his spine, my body edged closer and closer. As I worked on him, I tried to tune myself into him, imagining the sensations he must be feeling. I imagined now that he could feel the warmth of me as I neared him, could anticipate my flesh touching his, wanting it, his senses straining to catch that first contact. Finally, the pointed nipples of my breasts lightly touched him, then pressed more firmly against him as I encircled him with my arms to wash his back. Lower, I could feel his cock, protruding from his pelvis, probing at my navel. I pressed myself closer, and undulated slowly against him, stroking my body against his shaft, the soap slickening the contact between us. I wondered if he ached to put his arms around me, slide his cock into me, and end this sensual journey here and now. But that was against the rules, and we both knew it. I pulled away from him, and gently pushed him back into the spray of the shower, my hands lightly stroking him as the water sloughed away the lather on his body. Then I pulled him back out, and proceeded to wash his shoulders, and down his arms. I worked the soap down his left arm, until I reached his fingers, I smeared a copious amount of lather in his hand, and then gently lifted it and placed it on my right breast. |