She could hear the sound of the water as he enjoyed his post-sex shower. Languorously she touched herself and could feel his cum mixing with her juices. A private moment to revel in the joy of a sexually satisfied, well not quite satisfied, but certainly well-fucked woman. Her breath quickened as she delivered a most satisfactory exclamation mark to a sensual and erotic afternoon. The sun shining through the open window sparkled on the droplets of perspiration adorning her body, she loves the heat of the sun and the after glow of satisfaction. She started to dress, pulling on her panties and searching for the rest of her eagerly discarded clothing.
He strode into the bedroom, glistening from the hot shower that had given his skin a healthy glow, her eyes trailed hungrily down his body and widened as she took in the chest hair, droplets of water clinging to it, then down to his waist that shows signs of ropes of muscles and then further down to a pair of black lace panties straining to contain a delicious looking penis and a pair of sheer black hold ups that she hadn't seen before. The scent of Cool Waters complemented the musky aroma of her sex and the cocoa butter they had used earlier and seemed to heighten the intense satisfaction gained from her personal exploration of her eager clitirus.
"Get my panties off!" She snapped, the confusion and hurt that flickers in his eyes gives her an unaccustomed thrill of power.
"No, not those, these," she said pointing at her hip.
His smile bright at first then mischievous gave her butterflies. He turned to drop the panties on the floor and began to close the door giving her a sight of hard buttocks which contrasted vividly with the delicate lacework of his knickers and the top of the holdups attempting to encase strong muscular thighs. The paradox was intriguing and exciting.
"Stop."
He does, looks over his shoulder and waits.
Her greedy eyes scanned the sight and won the battle with her damp vagina, temporarily.
"Pick my panties up" she says and smiles as he bends over to fulfill her latest demand. The gap between his holdups and knickers extends and her breath catches.
"We don't want to be disturbed and I'm going to make a lot of noise so lock the door".
Her fingers trace the outside of her labia, and the battle between eyes and vagina is, on this occasion, lost by the eyes.
He straightens up approaches the bed, then stops.
He looks at her finger and watches every detail of its movement. The glistening knuckle bends and straightens as she continues the gentle caresses. His lustful gaze gives her encouragement, unnecessary as it is, to continue her movements.
"Come here, now!"
"No, you keep doing that, please!"
