The door was ajar so I entered cautiously, with a touch of mystery and exploration.  I could hear John Coltrane playing in the dim candle light, with a faint scent of something or someone I knew from the past.  As I looked around I saw the bedroom off to the right.  On the bed was clothing; a shear slip, hose, and heels lying near by.  I could now hear the shower running.  I entered the bedroom and the bath, door open, and the outline of someone with her back to me.  She was standing, allowing the water to cascade over her hair, across her shoulders, and down her back.  It appeared one leg was raised with her foot on the stoop with one hand caressing her breast and the other down below.

I watched.  

With pure impulse, I disrobed and opened the shower door and entered.  I could now tell she was deep into her fantasy and I desired to join her there.  I pressed my self against her, allowing the water to cover us both in a curtain of liquid warmth.  I reached around with one hand and cupped her breast, moveing my other hand around to her stomach, sliding it down to her inner thigh.  She pressed herself firm against me.  I began to kiss her neck as she tilted her head to the side.  Our cheeks pressed against each other, our tongues met.  We danced like this for a while, with a building intensity to our movements.  She reached down between her legs and guided me in.  She placed both hands on the shower wall as I began a slow movement, back and forth.  She responded, reaching around with one hand, placing it on my thigh, encouraging me.  Her moans increased with my pace.  I sensed and heard her repeated ecstasy.  I could no longer hold back and released, filling her cup.  We both slowed our pace and returned to our original dance.

I opened the shower door and dried off.  She remained, still allowing the water to fall on her head and shoulders with her back to me.  I dressed and headed for the door.  As I left I heard her say from over my shoulder, “same time next week?”