The rain shower massage completed, she rolls over and smiles, with a little shiver and a quick kiss.
Even better without clothes I whisper.
She stares at me with open eyes for a long moment and stands up.
Undoes the top button of her blouse.
I copy with my shirt.
The next, and the next.
The garments drop to the floor.
She undoes my belt, and then hers.
We stand there and wait as our jeans drop.
My boner is very obvious, but she looks away, dropping her briefs, and lying face down on the bed, ready for the skin touch version of the massage.
I leave my briefs on.
Lean over her.
Start the massage again.
Soft gentle wind.
Mist.
Light rain.
She rolls over, and the rain from my fingers is falling on her breasts.
Ever so gently.
She pulls my penis free from my underwear and begins mimicking my massage.
Gently on my balls.
All the way up my shaft.
She strokes the moistness from the tip.
Runs it across her lips.
Raises her face to mine.
We kiss.
And don’t stop.
Her hand on my shaft.
Guiding it.
Oh so slowly.
And in one sudden thrust of her hips
We are one