Because I love ya'll...

~10~

Sweaty, sticky and covered in wildlife, I headed back to the house, leaving the boys to do what they wanted. I was now in need of a second shower in a three hour time period. Having checked the basement, I stowed Bessie back down in her makeshift bedroom under the stairs. I peeked around the corner of the kitchen to find it all clear as well and darted to the fridge where I pulled out the ingredients for, and assembled, a Dagwood.

Don't look at me like that...haven't you ever had the munchies? And the ice cream from hours ago had long been burned off.

I inhaled the monstrosity in record time, washing it all down with a Dr. Pepper that resulted in a belch that ensured no extra gas resided in my stomach. I may have giggled outlandishly at the noise that came out of me. With a satisfied belly, I made my way to my room, peeled out of my clothes and got in the shower.

I stood under the spray, letting the pellets beat down on me as the room slowly filled with steam. It felt amazing and I got lost in my thoughts, reliving my afternoon as I relaxed and eventually grabbed my loofah, washing away the traces of my exertions and pleasures.

~v~

?POV?

She was exquisite.

I'd thought so the first moment she came with her sweet little piggy.

My desire for her began growing when I'd first unpacked her bags, because of her taste in lingerie. Simple innocent cotton. Nothing trashy. Those little blue panties had been too irresistible to pass up.

I patted my pocket to make sure they were still safely stored there.

I'd enjoyed watching her throughout the last two days. I thought she'd almost caught me a few times, when I'd been careless and gotten too close in my desperation to not just watch, but touch as well. Luckily, I was quick and able to duck out of sight each time before she'd spotted me.

I think the closest I came to being caught was when I dared to brush my fingertips across her hair as she watched Esme and Emmett in the kitchen yesterday, but I'd been more careful since then.

I'd seen her happy, mad and even in the throes of orgasm and now, now I was going to see her as she was meant to be seen.

I'd raced ahead to the house as she was recovering from her naughty little tryst in the woods, certain she would shower again.

I'd hid in the closest, waiting as I watched through the slats, until she arrived and went to the bathroom, not completely closing the door behind her. I locked the bedroom door and removed my clothing before joining her in the steam filled room.

The glass had steamed up but I could easily make out her shape, her blond locks becoming darker as the water soaked in.

"Oh shit," I murmured to myself as I wrapped my hand around my dick.

Leaning against the wall, I soaked in all the sensations surrounding me, letting them enhance my experience.

The hot steam licking at and settling on my skin, mixing with the light sheen of perspiration that was erupting from my flesh.

The visual of her moving behind the fogged glass, stretching and elongating her limbs as she ran the sponge up and down...just as I was doing to my dick...as droplets solidified and skidded down the glass clearing trails...giving me occasional glimpses of her before the paths steamed over again.

The smell of her body wash and shampoo concentrating in the steamy air, so much so that I could practically taste it on my tongue.

And finally, the sounds. The rush of the water cascading down and and becoming denser as it hit her skin and split off into smaller drops that splattered to the floor and against the tile and glass encompassing her. Her soft appreciative moans as the water massaged her stresses from her muscles.

I had closed my eyes, giving myself over to the scent and sounds more completely as I continued to work my shaft...slowly up and a flick over the head, quickly down with a sweep of the balls...when her moans deepened, became more guttural. More like what I'd heard in the woods.

Just as my eyes opened, the taste on the air changed as well and I inhaled deeply, savoring the flavor of what was undoubtedly her arousal. I zeroed in on the glass to discover she'd wiped a wide circle clear and was watching me.

A look of pure hunger on her face as her eyes darted between my face and my hand which was still stroking my dick.

I let my other hand move down to play with my balls, rolling them in my fingers and then tugging down as I continued to control the motions up and down my shaft. I began walking towards her as the rest of the area she'd wiped clean filled in once more.

I dropped my dick and pushed the door open, the thick steam rolling out to welcome me into her heated lair.

Stepping in, I pulled the door closed and descended upon my willing prey.

Is it, um, warm?