Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I was visiting him for the weekend, and oh what a weekend it was. 
The moment I got there we fell on the bed and kissed, stroked, petted,
squeezed, and moaned ourselves into a sexual frenzy, but that was as
far as it ever went.  Still, we tested our limits, going as close to
the edge as we could stand, or at least as we could imagine.

The next morning I woke up before him and made him breakfast, which
we ate between ravenous kisses.  Soon, however, it was
time to clean up and rinse off the scent of sweat from our skin,
despite the knowledge it would soon reappear.

I went to the bathroom and stripped, examining myself in the mirror
as I waited for the water in the shower to heat up.  I shook my messy
hair, ran my hand across my breast, felt my soft nipples.  I ran my
other hand down to my unshaven pussy, felt the short tangle of curls,
somewhat harder from the juices of the night before.  I turned to step
innocently into the shower, but as I did another thought overcame me.

"John," I called.  "Could you come in here, please?"  I quickly
stepped into the shower and closed the curtain before the door opened. 
"What, sweetheart?  Do you need something?"

I lowered my voice to the sexy timbre I knew he couldn't resist. 
"Yes.  I need you."  I pulled the curtain back just a tad, enough for
him to see my wet hair and the curve of my waist and butt.  "Come
here," I said in a husky voice.

He chuckled nervously, a sign that I knew he would follow me.  He
quickly lowered his shorts to reveal a throbbing erection and carefully
stepped into the shower, placing his hand on my hip for guidance.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head towards mine. 
He readjusted his dick against my stomach before clinging me to his
body, kissing me passionately, expertly.  His tongue crept into my
mouth as he pushed me under the falling water, then moved his hand to
grab my butt and squeeze.  My hands explored his back, his strong
shoulders, his toned arms, and I pressed my pelvis against him,
yearning for more.

He started to let his hand wander to my most sensitive areas when I said "Wait.  Shouldn't we wash first?"

"What's the point?" he jokingly responded. "But yes, I do believe we should." 
He took the shampoo off the shelf, poured a little into his hand and
slowly lathered it into my hair, piling it on top of my head as he
massaged my scalp with his fingers.  When he felt my hair was
sufficiently sudsy, he unhooked the shower head and ran it over my
head, letting the soapy water crawl down my back and butt.

I wanted to return the favor but his height made the task challenging, so
instead I asked him to kneel.  As I lathered the shampoo into his thick
dark hair, he pulled me closer to him and started lightly licking and
sucking my nipple which was at just the right height.  Never had
shampooing hair been made such a difficult endeavor!  As I tried to
focus on massaging his scalp, all I could think about was the euphoric
sensation at my breasts.  To avoid the taste of soap, he switched to
using his fingers when I rinsed the soap from his locks, making my
nipples harder and the sensation greater.

Next was the part I had long anticipated: washing our bodies.  John stood as I took the shower gel and applied it to the sponge liberally, then pressed it to his chest.  Moving slowly around his body, I massaged his skin with the lightly scented soap, allowing its intoxicating aroma to fill the shower.  I carefully went from his chest to his stomach, his back, his arms, his butt, and his legs, avoiding the one area that yearned most for my touch.  Finally, I let the sponge fall to the ground and took his dick into my soapy hands, making sure everything was clean.

After letting him rinse, he eagerly returned the favor and caressed my body with the aphrodisiac-scented soap.  I let my head hang back, closing my eyes, moaning whenever he neared my vulva, whose juices mingled with the soapy water running down my legs.

He quickly ran the shower head over my body to rinse the soap, and he seemed anxious in doing so.  As soon as he could, he put the shower head back in place and in one deft movement, pulled me close to him and stuck his tongue into my mouth.

His hands could not stay still and they ran all over my back, my breasts, my butt.  Mine were eager as well to please him any way I knew how.  But before I could formulate a plan of action, he was already implimenting his own ideas.

His hands moved down my back, curving under my butt until his
fingers just reached my pussy.  Goosebumps traveled my skin despite the hot
water, and my juices began to flow even more.  As he lightly stroked, I
nibbled at his ear and the soft spot on his neck, then down to his
collarbone while he growled with satisfaction.  He moved his other hand
between us and began stroking me from the front, carefully circling my
sensitive clit.  As I tried to ignore the weakness in my knees, I
brought my hands to his nipples, circling them with the tips of my
fingers.  His strokes began to quicken slightly, but he maintained his
control.

"How is this?" he asked between heavy breaths.  "Mmmm," was all I
could manage to say.  In an effort to drive him as crazy as he was
driving me, I lowered my head to suck on his nipples and grab his ass,
forcing him to remove his hands and squeeze me close to him.  One hand
rested on my head, momentarily immobile.

As I licked and nibbled at his chest, I ran my hand slowly down his
stomach, feeling his soft, wet body hair.  I stopped just above his
groin where his dick was unmistakably ready.  With one hand under his
balls, I began to firmly stroke his dick and looked up to see him tilt his head
back and sigh.

His eyes were closed, his jaw tense, and the groans that eminated from deep within his chest told me how pleased he was.  As I stroked faster, his hand joined mine, then, to my surprise, pulled it away.  "What was that for?" I asked him.

"I think it's my turn to please you," he said toyingly.  "Why don't you turn around?"

I did as I was told and turned my back to his stomach, letting him hold me tightly.  He started to kiss my neck and jaw, using his tongue at just the right points, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine.  With his left hand, he began to pull at and play with my nipples while his right hand crawled down my stomach to my soaking pussy.  He quickly found my clit and, knowing how sensitive it is, began rubbing just above it and around it.  Faster, faster he went, and my breathing quickened.  I could barely stand; my knees were shaking!  My entire body was enveloped in cataracts of pure sexual bliss and oh, OH, OOOOHH he sent me over the edge!  He held me close to keep me from collapsing, my orgasm having weakened all my muscles.

When I regained my shred of composure, I looked up to him through the steam and said "Now it's your turn."

Picking up where I had left off, it wasn't long before he, too, was releasing his load onto my stomach, holding his hand to the wall for support.  He bent his head down to kiss me - long, passionate, loving kisses - and then began to rinse off my stomach with a satisfactory smile on his face.

We turned off the shower and wrapped ourselves in towels before heading to his room, where we both fell onto the bed in a warm embrace, feeling fresh, clean, and utterly exhausted.