Brooke took care to pour a large dab of shower gel into the palm of her hand and spread it with the other. Her soapy hands rested on Lucas's solid and massive shoulders. She caressed his golden and damp skin. She went down along his powerful biceps, observing more the one decorated and sublimated with black ink ... She amused herself by redrawing the contours with her foamy finger, promising herself to question him later on this subject. She continued her path on Lucas's robust forearms, lathering their dark hairs under her passage. Her sensual ballet then brought her to his impressive torso and his large and magnificently marked pectorals. She had to turn away from this athletic, captivating and enchanting chest of an almost unreal perfection. Lucas towered over her, his face lowered and his chest puffed out... She felt his attentive gaze on her.
She looked up at him to see that Lucas was focused on her body. His gaze went up to hers. Their eyes became magnetized to each other, Lucas's irises locking with Brooke's. He gave her a delightful smile. She returned it with the strange feeling of feeling very small unlike him, who seemed so powerful to her. Lucas might dominate Brooke with his entire man's body, with all his power and all his flamboyant virility... The features of his face were nevertheless soft as a caress and his gaze was deep, protective and reassuring.
Brooke's hands went back down to Lucas' neck and his well-built frame. Her fingers slid over his hard, dark nipples. Her eyes drifted to the divine ripple of his abs that moved forward and back in time with his breathing. She lost herself in a sweet, contemplative reverie in front of this perfectly shaped male body coated in white foam. Brooke yearned as much to nestle there for eternity as to feverishly dig her nails into it... She slid along his firm stomach and caressed his sculpted muscles, as if cut with a knife. She smiled when her index finger couldn't help but trace small circles around his shallow navel... She bit her lip when that same finger inexorably descended along the line of hair just below... She loved this part of men's bodies... This naughty and tempting line that whispered to her each time to follow it.
On each side, Brooke's hungry eyes were delighted by another anatomical detail that she particularly loved... Lucas sported a magnificent Apollo belt, his external obliques were so well drawn. This perfect vision almost already exceeded the bearable dose of desire... Then Brooke's eyes met Lucas's sex. There was still so much caress that she would like to lavish on him. She would still so much like to rub his back and go down all along his spine to arrive at his buttocks, firm, smooth and fleshy... She would like to run his bare legs up from his steel calves to his beautiful alabaster thighs... She would like to let go of her hand gently to venture closer and tenderly caress his engorged balls. She would like to run his man's body, again and again, to enjoy his virile beauty that had such an effect on her. She wanted to immortalize every detail of his body in her mind because she found him terribly beautiful. But her gaze could not detach itself from the captivating spectacle of his erect, wet and already agitated sex. Brooke's eyes were as if hypnotized and her hand naturally advanced to go and coat his sex with soap. Her palms massaged it. With all her know-how, Brooke let her amin slide languidly on his hand. Her hand jerked his tense sex in a slow but rhythmic cadence. She also massaged his testicles.
LUCAS : Mmmmmmmhhh... So it's a deep clean, apparently...
BROOKE : I like it when things are done right!
Their eyes locked a second time and Lucas sighed. He seemed to be enjoying the treatment Brooke was honoring him with immensely. Brooke's hands were doing him a world of good and the desire that was intensifying could be read in the different reactions of his body... His breathing became more shaky. His eyes closed and reopened, his head moving aimlessly. Lucas moaned, languid and more and more excited by Brooke's caresses. He put his hand behind Brooke's neck. At that moment, he was torn between a devouring desire and his intention to no longer behave like a savage... He pulled Brooke against him to press his mouth against hers. His heart was beating fast and hard against Brooke's. Their mouths did not leave each other, their intoxicated tongues even stifling Lucas's virile and spontaneous growl. For a few seconds, Brooke's arms wrapped around Lucas to fully enjoy the kiss, and they embraced. They reveled in the feeling of each other's bodies under their fingers, under their eyes and under their mouths... They kissed long and passionately. Naturally, Lucas's eager cock came back to rub against Brooke. She replaced her hand between their two bellies to resume its gentle back and forth on his manhood. Lucas stroked Brooke's soaking wet hair, while his body trembled under the effort he made to control her. He was no longer aware of Brooke's agile hand which overexcited this very sensitive part of his anatomy again. He began to move his pelvis frantically back and forth, pushing out a few sighs of contentment.
LUCAS : Phhhh ... Mmmhhhh ...
His large hands caressed Brooke's arms then one of them grabbed her shoulder, as if to have a better grip. His gaze, a little lost, fixed Brooke nevertheless intensely. Brooke increased the rhythm of her masturbation. She felt him close. Her other hand touched and felt the slightest surface of skin she could find. Lucas tilted his head back. He ended up giving up all resistance in Brooke's hand who took such good care of him ... The desire was violent, merciless and his whole body was shaken by spasms. His moan was powerful, his seed hot.
LUCAS : Annhhhhh!
Lucas felt like every pulse of his member resonated in his soul as well, he was in a second state of well-being. Brooke's hand accompanied his last jolts, to the rhythm of his regular moans which gradually faded. Lucas slowly came back to earth and his cock regained a relative flexibility. Brooke then released Lucas' cock... She took the opportunity to grab the bottle of shampoo on the shower floor. She stood up and noticed Lucas' mischievous look, his gaze veiled but still hungry...
BROOKE : I'm going to wash my hair quickly!
LUCAS : Then I'll take care of you at the same time...
Brooke smiled, delighted to see that he wanted to return the favor immediately. She glanced at his crotch.
BROOKE : You really are insatiable...!
LUCAS : I have years of abstinence to make up for...
BROOKE : At this rate, you'll have recovered them in less than twenty-four hours!
Lucas scrutinized Brooke's gaze, hesitant as to whether his words implied enthusiasm or tacit reproach...
LUCAS : I have so many plans in mind for the two of us, for tonight... Don't think I'm in any particular hurry.
BROOKE : But that's the impression you give... Have you lost your wisdom and your legendary moderation, my father?
Lucas took a few seconds to seriously consider his answer to her question, then launched himself.
LUCAS : My moderation certainly... You're even more addictive than my motorcycle, I think!
BROOKE : Wow, I take that as a compliment! And what about your wisdom? I have the impression that it inspires you to apply the adage of a given for a given, am I wrong?
LUCAS : That's a wise saying, true, but I don't think it necessarily applies to sex. My job is that I have neither the principle nor the habit of giving in order to receive something in return... But in this case... You made me come and it's just incredible, every time... But the thing is... I think what gives me even more pleasure is seeing you take it.
A small silence settled in... Only the water running on their bodies and the floor resonated in the shower stall. Unaccustomed to being so much the center of attention of a man who had also been deprived of sex for years... A man who would have every reason to selfishly and unilaterally take this pleasure that she had missed so much... But who only thought of taking it if he gave her some first... Brooke felt, suddenly, a little too vulnerable. And as usual, she tried to divert her discomfort with a little humor and derision.
BROOKE : What a mercy, my father ... I appreciate this force of wisdom, which suits me quite well, in fact!
LUCAS : You see me delighted. And if you just want to wash your hair ... That suits me very well. Just tell me what you want ... Because, unfortunately, I can't read people's minds yet.
BROOKE : To be completely honest, I really really want you! And I hope you won't show any moderation ... But before that, I also really want to feel clean ... And I want you to stay with me, in this shower.
While speaking, Brooke placed herself in front of the window to observe her reflection in it.
BROOKE : Because there, with my wet dog face, I really feel like I look like an unfortunate mongrel from the SPA.
Brooke exaggerated her facial expressions to bring out drooping jowls and a puppy dog look.
LUCAS : Oh, and what breed are you trying to imitate with that face, exactly?
BROOKE : I'm an easygoing but stubborn cocker.
LUCAS : A cocker spaniel, you say!? It suits you rather well if we consider his strong character... He requires regular maintenance and cleaning, his fur and golden fringes then remain smooth and silky...
BROOKE : Continue...
LUCAS : Energetic and enthusiastic, he likes to spend time with children and they return the favor. Very spirited, he ends up calmed down as he grows up. If he is educated firmly, he is even very easy to live with. Gentleness, firmness and fairness are the key words to obtain his cooperation... But, he hates solitude. And be careful, we often tend to forget that he is a formidable hunter.
BROOKE : There is surely some truth in that... But all that doesn't tell me if you plan to adopt me?
LUCAS : I would adopt you without hesitation! But to me you're not a mongrel, look at the length of your purebred hair!
BROOKE : Still, the question is whether you'd be my master or my playmate...
LUCAS : It's up to you... What would you choose?
BROOKE : I think our respective personalities would have a hard time coexisting, Mr. German Shepherd!
LUCAS : A German Shepherd?
BROOKE : Oh yes... A determined and protective breed, especially towards children. A great penchant for sports activities.
LUCAS : It doesn't seem contradictory to me for the moment...
BROOKE : Except that the shepherd is also extremely altruistic, obedient, faithful and very loyal to his masters...
Lucas blushes at this more than obvious allusion to his priestly commitment to the church and his God.
BROOKE : He quickly manages to make himself appreciated by everyone because he is very affectionate... And he is easy to train.
LUCAS : So I am easy to train?
BROOKE : Apparently... But fortunately he can also demonstrate a formidable predatory instinct...
LUCAS : Indeed... So, we should rather consider a master-slave relationship if I follow you correctly...?
And while pouring a dose of shampoo into his hand just before rubbing his hair...
BROOKE : Sure... But we still had to determine who would be the slave and who would be the master...
Lucas laughed. He removed a strand of Brooke's hair stuck to her face and kissed her forehead... Just like that. Brooke's two hands then rested on her scalp and Lucas's hands joined her movement on her skull.
LUCAS : I'm just getting some mousse...
BROOKE : Your hair smells like peony and chamomile.
Lucas smiled proudly and now sported a comical and fragrant head of white mousse.
BROOKE : White doesn't suit you too badly... You'll age well, in my opinion! How old are you, actually?
Lucas lost his smile for a quarter of a second, but not long enough for Brooke to notice. His silence wasn't because he had to think or calculate... He knew exactly how old he was supposed to be. It was the guilt of his lie that made him shut up, so he added five more years to his real age, as always.
LUCAS : I'm thirty-four, curious girl.
BROOKE : The priesthood apparently preserves, I would have really given you less...
LUCAS' THOUGHT : And you would have been right.
Lucas felt really bad about lying to him but Brooke's clown act quickly brought him out of his torment... Brooke proudly displayed a magnificent foam beard and looked at him with a mischievous look.
BROOKE : So do I look like Jesus Christ now?
LUCAS : You're definitely much more beautiful than him!