“Let’s not spill this water.” With a smile, she said, “I’m afraid I don’t have a robe for you. You will have to put your suit back on.” She paused as he got up. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. She was thinking.
“If you had like, we can take a shower together before you do.”
“If I had like?” He circled the bed and she got up when he got to her side.
In truth, the bathroom did not have much of a shower. She did not know if it could fit two, but she was determined to find out. She turned on the water to allow it to heat up and he said he had to pee so she excused herself. When he flushed and opened the door, the shower was steaming, so he turned the heat down and when it was warm and no longer hot, they got in together. There was enough room for some maneuvering but not by much.
He turned her away from him and soaped her back, running his hands down until he lightly shook the globes of her wonderful ass, so recently admired from afar. He did not dare rub her crack, and she was relieved that he did not.
After rinsing her back off, “Turn.” She stood before him and he stepped back and soaped one and then the other breast, twisting her nipples as his hands made wide circles. Now it was his turn to stop at the naval and return up, not without a glance at her pussy. She held her breath as he headed down, unsure of whether she wanted him to touch her there.
He handed her the soap and turned. She rubbed his shoulders. “You are awfully tight. We’ll have to take care of that,” and she leaned in to give a peck on his right shoulder. She ran the soap down his back, giving a slight slap to each of his ass cheeks, a man’s ass, not as bouncy as hers. She again paused. This time, with a slight breath, she ordered him to turn. He was rock hard. She wasted no time. She soaped up her hands and put them both on him, and she relished his moan. His hands gently on her hips.
She rubbed up and down the shaft and then reached his balls. He separated his legs and closed his eyes. This was so not fair, her being able to do this to him. She rinsed him off and regretted how small the shower was. When they stepped out, onto the bathroom’s tiled floor, she knelt on a towel in front of him and put him in her mouth. She had done that only a few times with William, when he was in a not-too-Catholic mood. That was because he wanted it. This time she did not care that Simon wanted it. She wanted him in her mouth. She wanted to feel him respond viscerally to what she was doing. She had no clear idea of how she was to suck him, and she moved based upon his reaction. She felt his hands at the back of her head, lightly, and heard his “fuck, fuck, fuck” as she put her hands on his ass and pulled him closer. She could not get him completely in her mouth, but neither of them cared. It was not long until Simon said “I’m coming” and pulled himself out, turning as he spurted his cum onto the bathroom floor.
Kate watched in amazement as he did. It was the most primal sight she had ever witnessed and that she had been its cause delighted her. She had made this beautiful man with his beautiful dick come. She gave little thought to it until she was on her knees and then she savored the taste of him, the feel of a dick full of life and heat and passion.
He reached for a towel and cleaned up the mess he made on the floor. He would not be stopped now. He could never have dreamed of what just happened to him, entirely as this woman wished. When she got up the pair toweled themselves off, lust joining the smell of cum in the small bathroom. Neither gave a shit that they were naked. Let the world see! He led her into the bedroom and she was on her back and he was above her, kneeling as she had, between her obscenely spread legs. She had never been eaten. That was something too far for William, even in a not-too-Catholic mood. For Simon, it was something he enjoyed perhaps more than anything, feeling a woman respond to his tongue and his lips and his teeth. But much as he enjoyed eating other women, that was nothing compared to the pleasure he had as his tongue made contact with Kate’s labia. She had just showered, but her musk soon appeared in her arousal. She lay back, her eyes closed, her arms lying inert on the bed as she floated away, again experiencing something she could not have imagined just two hours earlier. As she adored his perfect dick, he adored her perfect pussy.
Kate was soon overwhelmed, physically and mentally. He sucked on her clit with two fingers in her, “Oh my fucking God, Simon, oh my fucking God” as her body shuttered and her ass bounced up and down on her bed. She pushed his head away when she was spent. She almost hated the satisfied look he had when she looked at him as he moved to lie next to her. She hoped it was a look she would see again. She was that smitten with him, even while realizing she was acting like a schoolgirl.
“Now you can put your suit on again” she laughed as he got up to do that. “But I want you to stay.”
“I had like that.”
“I’m a little hungry. I think I can pull something together for a snack” and, noticing his lascivious smile, said, “you are a bad boy,” which, of course, only widened his grin.