LISA

I'm flustered from the recent events as I stand under the shower way longer than necessary to give Jennie and Mark more time to talk. He's a handsome man and I can imagine what she saw in him. This is getting real now. Although he was never meant to see us together like that, he did, and now he's the third person to know. Mark looked shocked, and if I wasn't mistaken, there was also a hint of jealousy there. Jennie, on the other hand, seemed pretty chilled considering the circumstances but perhaps that's just a front she puts on; I haven't known her long enough to be sure. A shadow moves across the wall and Jennie appears.

"Can I join you?"

"Please." I swipe the condensation off the glass so I can see her better. "Are you finished already?"

"Yeah. We've said everything we had to say." Standing before the glass door, Jennie wiggles her hips seductively and pulls at her bikini strings. There's not a hint of distress on her face and knowing all she wants is to be here with me, settles my anxiety. I wasn't worried they would reconcile—she's made it more than clear that this is not a phase—but twenty plus years of marriage is a lot and there must still be something there.

"Then get your cute ass in here." I watch her as she tugs at the ties of both her bottom and her top, causing the tiny garments to fall to the floor. "Damn, woman."

Jennie giggles and steps in, aligning her naked body with mine. When she looks up to stare into my eyes, I take her face into my hands. "Are you okay? You don't have to pretend if you're not."

"Yes," she says without hesitation. "I was talking to him and all I could think of was that I wanted him to leave so that you and I could finish what we started." Her hands move into my hair, then down to my behind, and she squeezes my cheeks, pulling me against her. The water cascades down her hair and I feel the rhythmic thud of our combined hearts as I kiss her softly, the light caress soon turning into hunger. Jennie kisses me back with such eagerness that my legs start shaking. Never taking her mouth off mine, she pumps some shower gel into the palm of her hands and starts scrubbing my back and my shoulders, her arms embracing me. She pulls away, but only for a moment, to get more soap—a generous amount this time—and she applies it over her breasts and her belly, then takes hold of me again and rubs her body against mine while we kiss. Sexy, hard, slow, her back arching and her hips moving so sensually it sets every part of me aflame. The slipperiness between us, the droplets traveling down her shoulders and her breasts, settling in a puddle between us like we're sealed together. I'm astoundingly moved and aroused, filled with so much longing that my inner dominatrix switches into gear.

"Turn around and face the wall," I say breathlessly, taking her by the shoulders.

Jennie shoots me a sexy smile as she turns her back to me. "What are you going to do?"

I don't answer and gently guide her to stand against the wall. Jennie gasps at the cold tiles against her skin but she arches her back, begging me to take her. Applying soap all over my torso, I move into her, wedging her between myself and the wall. I moan as I thrust into her cute behind, the friction causing a delicious tightness in my core.

"That feels so good." She pushes back against me, our rhythm quicker now and more urgent.

I take her hands and place them on the wall just above her shoulder height. "Keep them there and you'll feel even better in a minute." Her reaction to my voice when we make love always amazes me, and I can feel the frisson of excitement coursing through her as I whisper in her ear. Switching the lever to the hand-held showerhead, I turn up the pressure and bring it around her, then part her legs with my hand. I aim it at her throbbing center, and she jerks at the hard spray, clawing at the wall in need of something to hold onto.

"Fuck!"

Keeping the showerhead there, I enter her from behind and start fucking her slowly until her uncontrolled movements tell me to go faster. Being inside her is what turns me on the most; it makes me feel connected to her on all levels. I love how she feels, how much she wants me. How much she needs this. Her walls are contracting, her body shaking and her hands are balled into fists while her cheek is pressed against the wall.

"Yes, Lisa…" Jennie comes so hard that her cry bounces off the bathroom walls and I have to push into her to keep her upright. After long moments, I drop the showerhead and we sink onto the floor together where she falls into my arms so I can hold her. "Fuck." She closes her eyes as she catches her breath.

I stroke her wet hair and kiss her forehead, and we stay there for a while before she sits up and reaches for the showerhead. With a wicked grin, she holds it up, her eyes caressing my naked body before they settle between my thighs.

"Your turn," she says, biting her lip. The floor feels hard when she nudges me to lie down on my back, but I don't care because she leans over me and kisses me hard while she lowers the showerhead between us. Jennie is not the shy woman from before. She's not uncomfortable with her nakedness, she's not intimidated by me and she's not afraid to explore. When the water hits my clit, my hips shoot up and she spreads my legs, torturing me by removing it when my orgasm builds. Smiling against my lips, she repeats the action, making me beg the way I've made her beg so many times before.

"Please," I mutter.

"Please what?" She pulls away to look at me, then finally releases me, her eyes locking with mine, totally in awe as she watches the ecstatic expression crash over my face. It's a look of wonder, of curiosity, of joy and there's also something very soft and warm in her gaze, something tender. She opens her mouth to say something, then shakes her head and smiles instead. Leaning in, her sweet voice rings in my ear. "We should have showers together more often."