First Shower

"No, I can't have lunch today.  My mother's coming over to go shopping."

"Oh, well, tell her I said, 'hello.'"

"Okay."

"Since you can't do lunch," I interjected before she said goodbye...

"Yes?"

"Well, I was just going to take a shower.  Would you like to join me?"
There.  I'd said it.  I couldn't take it back now.

There was a pause.  It couldn't be good, I thought to myself.

"Oh, I'll bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" she joked.

I replied, as seriously as I could, "Yes.  I would.  And I think that you
would enjoy it, too."

A longer pause this time, then "Why do you say that?"

"Come over and see.  Try it.  If you don't enjoy it, I won't ask again."

"Fine."

My heart stopped for a couple beats.  I didn't know what to say.

"Now?" she asked.

"Yes.  That would be fine," I managed.  I heard the click of the phone as she
hung up.  I stood there for a second, frozen, then I hung up, too.  I looked
around the room, then quickly threw all the laundry down the chute, stuffed
the remaining items into the closet, and tidied up the bedsheets.  I was
sweating.  Nerves, no doubt.  I went into the bathroom and started tidying up
in there, in much the same stuff-it-all-somewhere manner.  I started the
shower to warm the water, then headed out to the hall to grab an extra towel.

In my haste, I nearly slammed into her as I came out the door.  "Oh!  Sorry!"
I said.

"You almost killed me there," she replied.  "I let myself in," she said.

"Oh, sure, good.  Uh, I was just going to grab you a towel."

"And washcloth, please," she asked.

"Okay."  I tried not to run to the linen closet.  I didn't want her to have
the time to change her mind.  When I came back, she was still standing there.

"Would you like to go in first, or second?" I asked.

"You go first," she said.

"Alright."

I went into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, pulled off my shirt,
dropped my drawers, and got in the shower.  I turned the temperature up enough
so that there was plenty of steam.  I stood there for a little while, waiting. 
I didn't see any movement through the wavy glass, so I decided to go ahead and
wash my hair while she waited, or hesitated.

I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, with my eyes closed, when it
suddenly got darker.  I couldn't open my eyes with the shampoo on them, so I
just continued to rinse.  Then I heard the shower door slide open next to me. 
I stepped into the shower a little further to give her room.  The thought of
her being in there with me had caused my cock to enlarge, and when I felt her
body brushing against mine as she entered, it surged to full mast.

I finished rinsing the soap off my eyes, and opened them to find that she had
turned off the lights.  There was still enough light from the bathroom windows
to see by, and I could see her standing in front of me, arms crossed over her
chest.  That position was pushing her breasts up and together nicely, and I
had to restrain myself from burying my face in there immediately.  Instead, I
smiled and said, "I'm glad you decided to come."

I couldn't help but look her over.  Her hair was getting wet from the drops of
water splashing off of me, looking like dew in her hair.  The moisture on her
freckled cheeks was cute, too.  I stepped sideways out of the shower spray,
took her arms, and positioned her under the water so she could warm up.  The
water was running down her shoulders and chest, pooling in her cleavage.  I
smiled, and she looked down, too.  When she saw what was happening, she moved
her arms away from her chest a bit to let the water drain.

"Nervous?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she admitted.  I respected her telling me the truth.  I was truthful
with her, too.

"So am I," I said.

She glanced back down.  I thought she was looking at the water in her crossed
arms again, but then she said, "It doesn't look like you're very nervous."

I looked further down, and saw what she meant.  "Okay," I admitted.  "Nervous
AND excited."  I laughed, and she did too.

"Still cold?" I asked.

"Yes, but now you're not in the water.  Aren't you cold?"

"A little."

"Why don't you get under here, too?"

"Thanks," I said, and moved right up next to her.  I tried to turn a little
sideways, but it wasn't enough to keep something from bumping into her.  She
didn't say anything, but she did lower one arm from her chest, and I felt her
hand moving down between us.  When it got low enough, she closed her hand
around my cock, gently, feeling it's size and hardness.  She squeezed, gently. 
I was a little nervous.  I felt like I was being judged.  Then I realized that
that was probably how she felt when she stepped into the shower with her arms
crossed over her chest.

I realized then that I hadn't said anything to make her feel less
uncomfortable about herself, or her body.  Rude of me.  Since she had started
the touching, I felt safe returning the gesture.  I put one hand on her
stomach, and slid it gently upwards.  At first, she tightened her arm against
her chest, but then she moved it away enough to allow me access.  I slid
upwards slowly, cupping one breast.

"Wow," I said.  "Nicer than I imagined."

"You've been imagining my breasts?" she asked.

"Couldn't help it," I confessed.  "But not just your breasts."

"What else?" she asked.

Instead of replying by words, I reluctantly let go of her breasts, held her
upper arms, and turned so we were facing each other directly.  I stroked her
arms slowly, then her shoulders.  "Here," I said.  I could tell that her
workouts were effective.  Then I felt her neck, and slowly slid my fingers up
the sides of her head into her dark, thick hair.  "I imagined my fingers in
your hair," I said.  Then I put my arms around her, and hugged her gently to
me, which caused her to give up her one-handed hold.  She put her arms around
me, too.  I lathered one hand with a nearby bar of soap, then started
massaging her back.

"I imagined doing this," I said.

"'This' feels nice," she said.

"Yes, it does.  All over," I said, smiling.  She became conscious of how her
breasts were pressed between us.  The other thing that was pressed between us
reacted a little, too.

"Still nervous?" I asked.

She hesitated, then said, "Yes."

"Okay.  Well, if you get TOO nervous, let me know.  I don't want to make this
anything but a good experience for you."

She pulled me a little tighter then, and put her chin on my shoulder.  It was
nice being with someone the same height as me.   Things fit well.  "Thanks,"
she whispered.

I got more soap on my hands, then turned us a little so we weren't right in
the spray of water.  I massaged her back then, slowly, feeling the muscles in
her back gradually relaxing.  Her body relaxed against mine even more, and I
worked my way lower.  She stiffened a little when my hands went down to her
ass, but I kept massaging in much the same way, but gentler, and said, "You've
got an awesome ass."

"Ha.  Now I know you're lying," she said.  "I'm not in college anymore."

"I'm not lying!" I insisted, and held her ass tightly against me so she could
feel how hard I was.  "Would this degree of reaction come from anything but an
awesome ass?  It seems like every pair of jeans you put on fits you
perfectly."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," I said.  She relaxed again.  As I kept feeling her ass, I said,
"I imagined this too.  This is nicer than I imagined."

"Well, I never imagined I'd be doing this," she said.

"Oh," I said, unable to keep a little disappointment out of my voice.

"Nothing against you," she said, "I just don't imagine doing this kind of
thing with anyone."

"Okay."

"But now that I'm here," she continued, "I'm kind of having fun."

That perked me right up again.  "Good!" I said.

"So, since you're the one with all the imagination, what else have you
imagined doing?" she asked.  I sensed that maybe she was starting to get into
this."

"Let's see... I've imagined doing lots of things with you, actually.  Like..."

"Why are you telling me?"

"You asked!" I said, confused.

"Yes, but you don't have to *tell* me," she said.  "Why don't you just start
to *show* me."

Whew!  "Okay!" I said.  For a while, I just continued to feel her back and
bottom while I considered.  Then I pulled away, and turned her around so her
back was against me.  I straightened my cock out so it was tucked straight up
between us, nestled in the crack of her ass.  I could feel the muscles in her
ass clench as her weight shifted from foot to foot.  I resoaped my hands, then
brought them around to her front.  She put her hands on my wrists, and I
explored her front side.

I started at her belly.  You could tell she'd had kids, but I didn't mind that
at all.  Her skin felt really nice under my hands.  I gave in to my urges
then, and cupped both her breasts.  I lifted them, peering over her shoulder
to see the view from above, and let them very slowly slide out of my hands,
her nipples popping out between my fingers as I slid upwards.  She didn't seem
to mind, so I did it all one more time.  "I love your breasts," I whispered. 
"I actually dreamed about them a couple times, too," I admitted.

"Men!" was all she said.  I saw her smile when she said it, though, and I
think she appreciated my appreciation of her body.  I slid my left arm around
her, hugging her close, then let my right hand slide down past her stomach.

My middle finger naturally slid right into the warmth there.  I didn't delve
too deeply, but just let my finger slide slowly, gently, up and down, molding
the curve of my finger against her.  I saw her eyes close, and her head tilted
back against my shoulder.  With my lips, I drew her earlobe into my mouth.  My
left hand cupped her right breast, and my right hand continued to stimulate
her.  Her mouth opened slightly as the feelings intensified.  I felt new
warmth against my finger, and started to dip it in just a little as I rubbed.

I was stimulating her right nipple and her pussy at the same time when I felt
her jerk.  I also felt her knees bend, and I held my left arm more tightly
around her to support her.  She jerked a couple more times as my finger dipped
inside.

Suddenly, it was all too much for me as well.  I had her earlobe in my mouth,
her nipple in my fingers, breast in my hand, and pussy in my other hand.  All
this with this woman who had excited my imagination for so many years.  When I
looked at her face, and realized I was watching her come, I felt myself begin
to come.  My cock was jerking now, just like she had been, and I felt the new,
wet heat between us.

When I came, she opened her eyes, and turned to look at me.  "Did you
just...?"

"Yes," I said.  I was somewhat embarrassed.  "Sorry," I said, my feelings
apparent in my voice.  I could feel myself wilting.

"Wow!" she said.  "I wasn't doing anything!"

"I know!  I just...  couldn't help it."

"That is just, so..."

Gross?  Weird?  I waited.  It felt like my cock was shrinking.

"Hot, I guess," she finally said.

"What?"  I couldn't believe it.

"You're that turned on by me?"

"Are you kidding?!" I asked.  "What's not to be turned on about?  Besides,
your face was just suddenly, so... So beautiful.  When you were, you know..."

I didn't know for sure, but it looked like she blushed at that.

She turned then, facing me.  She took my face in her hands until I looked in
her eyes, and she said, "Thank you.  Really.  I didn't think I was that
attractive.  To anyone.  Not at my age."

Then she kissed me.  Not a big, sloppy, tongue kiss, or a quick peck, but a
perfect kiss, with passion and feeling.

She stepped back.  "Well, I guess we should get you cleaned up, huh?"

"I guess," I laughed.  I reached for the soap, but she took it out of my hand.

"Allow me," she said, and smiled.  She lathered up, handed the soap back to
me, and when her hands took hold of me and started to work, I started to
smile.  She realized what was happening right after I did.  "Well, I guess
maybe we aren't done today after all!"

"I guess not," I said, smiling.  "I guess not!"