A New Adventure
Marguerite stealthily approached the shower cubicle, a predatory smile on her face. She stood for a moment, savoring the inevitable success of the little surprise she'd planned for Roxton, the oblivious occupant of the crude shower stall. His sudden burst of song, however, rising with the steam over the rough wooden walls, startled her back into action.
Wincing at Roxton's glaring inability to carry a tune, she removed her boots as quietly as she could. "He may not be able to sing," she reflected, "but his skills in ... other areas ... more than make up for it!" Inspired by the exciting path onto which this last thought guided her, she hastily tore off her khaki skirt, struggled out of her blouse and camisole, and quietly drew aside the curtain.
Lord John Roxton stood, naked, letting the hot water ('God bless Challenger, ' he fervently thought) beat down upon his upturned face, his eyes closed, as he felt the water sloughing off the grime accumulated after a hard day's work in the jungle. ' It's so unusual to see him actually standing still,' realized Marguerite, as she admired Roxton's hard, tan shoulders, strong legs and sculpted hipbones. Swallowing hard, she reached for the soap, and gently slipped her arms around her lover.
"What the hell ....?!" Roxton's eyes flew open.
"Shh," Marguerite giggled, and commenced lathering his chest, her hands lingering on his hard nipples. She moved up against his back seductively and slid her soapy hands lower, stroking his tight belly. "I thought you might need some help getting clean ..."
The delighted smile on Roxton's face was everything she had hoped for. "What a wonderful little helper you are, Marguerite. Oh ..." He gasped, and then drew her closer.
Just at that moment, the shower curtain was again drawn aside. "Hi! It's me, Lex!"
"Oh, Lex, so glad you could make it," cooed Marguerite, eagerly drawing her favorite Bostonian into the cubicle with them.
"Now, " grinned Roxton wickedly, "let the REAL fun begin!"
Marguerite stealthily approached the shower cubicle, a predatory smile on her face. She stood for a moment, savoring the inevitable success of the little surprise she'd planned for Roxton, the oblivious occupant of the crude shower stall. His sudden burst of song, however, rising with the steam over the rough wooden walls, startled her back into action.
Wincing at Roxton's glaring inability to carry a tune, she removed her boots as quietly as she could. "He may not be able to sing," she reflected, "but his skills in ... other areas ... more than make up for it!" Inspired by the exciting path onto which this last thought guided her, she hastily tore off her khaki skirt, struggled out of her blouse and camisole, and quietly drew aside the curtain.
Lord John Roxton stood, naked, letting the hot water ('God bless Challenger, ' he fervently thought) beat down upon his upturned face, his eyes closed, as he felt the water sloughing off the grime accumulated after a hard day's work in the jungle. ' It's so unusual to see him actually standing still,' realized Marguerite, as she admired Roxton's hard, tan shoulders, strong legs and sculpted hipbones. Swallowing hard, she reached for the soap, and gently slipped her arms around her lover.
"What the hell ....?!" Roxton's eyes flew open.
"Shh," Marguerite giggled, and commenced lathering his chest, her hands lingering on his hard nipples. She moved up against his back seductively and slid her soapy hands lower, stroking his tight belly. "I thought you might need some help getting clean ..."
The delighted smile on Roxton's face was everything she had hoped for. "What a wonderful little helper you are, Marguerite. Oh ..." He gasped, and then drew her closer.
Just at that moment, the shower curtain was again drawn aside. "Hi! It's me, Lex!"
"Oh, Lex, so glad you could make it," cooed Marguerite, eagerly drawing her favorite Bostonian into the cubicle with them.
"Now, " grinned Roxton wickedly, "let the REAL fun begin!"
