You are Tina, or Terri, or Victoria, or Jordan Kay, or Mya, or Donna, and you have rung me up late at night, asking if you could stay the night, your car broke down.

I say yes, please be my guest, and you come over.

I show you the guest room, excuse myself to bed because I have an early morning, and say goodnight.

Later...

You are in the shower alone, I sound asleep in bed. The jets are cascading water over you, engulfing you in a steamy cocoon. You luxuriate in the heat, your thoughts are of last night's lovemaking.

All of a sudden, a draft. The door opens and closes and you feel me behind you. You marvel at my sense of timing, that I should come to you when you am thinking of me.

You lean back against me, the water covering us both. Unbeknownst to you, I have filled my hands with liquid soap and begin at your neck,trailing my hands over your shoulders, down your arms to your fingertips. My fingers ride up your hips to your waist, lathering your stomach, your
rib cage, circling your breasts and coating them with the soap. The nipples are untouched, but await me. You press against me, encouraging me
to continue. My palms barely touch your nipples as they strain toward my hands. I am the voice of reason, and I continue, so softly, almost no
contact, just enough to ignite you. You rub the soap from your body, needing to transfer it to me. You reach behind you and find me. From my
hips you reach down for me and take me in your hands. While I increase the pressure on your nipples your breasts become engorged in response to my touch. I am pressing against you, and you caress me, stroke me. You want me to know how welcome my visit is.

You turn around, contact lost for a second, and your arms reach around my neck. You look into my eyes and pull my face down to yours, kissing
me. Between us, you feel my need and you answer that with your hips, arching to me, feeling me against your stomach. My hand goes down to you,
opening you, soaping you in the most tender of manners. Your leg lifts to wrap around my hip,allowing me complete freedom. I feel your inner warmth, the incredible dampness, the constant pulsations that cry out with your need of me. We understand that need, your hand tells you I am ready for you. I know You are ready for me. You take me and guide me to you, rubbing me against your inner thigh, to a place only you can gift me. Your hand leaves me,permitting the rest of me access. In one motion, I lift you just enough to tease you with my touch below. Both your legs wrap around my waist and squeeze with the hope that I will find you.

And then gently, ever so gently, I bring you down on me. We both shudder with our need, and as the mist envelops us, you and I find release in one another.

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