We are at your house and have the place to ourselves; your kids are out with friends and not coming back until late. It's hot and we've been out most of the day working on the garden and shopping. As we enter the house you call to me, "Honey, why don't you relax for a little while I take a shower. With sudden inspiration, I take your hands.
"Jen, we need to have an important talk." You look at me with uncertainty, wondering what I am up to.
"Do you remember the water restrictions from a couple years ago? Those are becoming more and more common around the country. Water is a precious resource that must be conserved. I don't want to preach, but maybe you should try to think of ways to conserve water more? Any little step you, we, can take could be important over time." I am able to get most of this out with a straight face.
With only the slightest grin you ask, "Should we conserve water by showering together?" "That's a very intriguing idea, you have, Ms. Jones," smiling as we walk hand in hand to the bathroom.
As we enter the bathroom I begin to unbutton my shirt, but you stop me." Allow me!" You unbutton my shirt, and slide it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. You then grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, your red nailed fingers running thru the soft, dark hairs on my chest, trailing along my middle aged belly, you place your hands on my chest stroking and pulling at my hardening nipples. I moan, 'my turn!'
Pulling your shirt over your head, I place it on atop of mine. I turn you around and unhook your brassiere, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Pulling you back to my chest, I reach around you and begin to massage your breasts, the weight and firmness of the olive toned orbs filling my outsized hands, the thick sepia toned nipples pushing into my palms. I reach down, unsnap your shorts and pull them down your curvy, supple hips. You kick them off and into our pile.
You turn around, kiss my chest, undo my belt, my shorts and unzip me...being careful of my growing erection. Biting your lip and looking up at me with a sexy alluring smile, you slide my boxers down exposing my thick erection to the air, your red nails trailing along its length making me shiver with anticipation. With a growl, I reach down and grab the waistband of your silky smooth panties and yank them down.
As I straighten up I say, "We'd better get in the shower before we get carried away." You agree and you turn on the water, waiting while you adjust the temperature. I move up behind you and rub your bum, my caressing and spanking of your pliant yet yielding derriere causing you to jump and let out a yelp while adjusting the shower. Finally the temperature is just right and you hop in and turn to me and ask, "Aren't you coming?"