Sandy awoke to the sounds of the shower. She lay there in the warm bed, cuddling her husband's still warm pillow. She would normally be quite content to go back to sleep. However, after last night, lying in bed was not what she wanted. Sandy and Dave had had one of those lovemaking sessions that required the bed to be remade (twice) and Sandy wanted more.
She threw off the covers and crawled quietly in to the bathroom. As she flushed, she heard Dave say, "You're up early." She opened the shower door, threw her nighty to the floor. "I was hoping to say the same to you," as she told her husband she entered the shower.
Dave's arms immediately enveloped. A small pool of water filled the space between her breasts. The couples stood in the warm spray, letting the warm, moist air caress their skin, content for the moment to let the shower do its magic.
After what seemed to be an hour (much too short of a time to Sandy), Dave lifted her chin and kissed her. He kissed her lips, neck, and face. Tenderly exploring and loving her skin with his lips, he rubbed and massaged her back and bottom with his strong hands. The air was really getting hot and the source was not the hot-water heater.
Without warning Dave twirled Sandy and switched positions, placing her under the shower spray. She felt the warm streams of water stroking her scalp. Dave reached for the bottle of "special" shampoo, the one that smelled so nice. He suggestively squirted some into the palm of his hand, smirked and started slowly lathering Sandy's hair. She almost melted as his hands massaged the shampoo through her hair and onto her scalp.
Sandy's senses were being confused. On the one hand there were Dave's hands, relaxing her, loosening her grip on her purpose. Then there was the rest of her, in close contact with Dave's naked body, exciting her, causing her to want more of him. She was in quite the pickle and she LOVED it!
Sandy's revelry was interrupted when Dave started to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Sandy quickly bent her neck, placing the top of her head squarely into the center of Dave's chest, leaving a frothy oval. "You wicked imp," he said to her. She just beamed at him and giggled as she tilted her head back. The spray was making small rivers through her hair, tickling her scalp. Leaning back into the spray, Sandy grabbed Dave bottom for balance, forcing their hips together, taking the heat in the shower up a notch.
Sandy was content for the moment with the warm spray on her head, Dave's fingers running through her hair and their hips pressed together. However, Dave had other plans. He again picked Sandy up and twirled her around so he was in the shower spray. He reached for the soap and again suggestively squirted a dab into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together and created a rich, thick lather. He started at her neck and lathered her up. He gently rubbed his soapy hands over her neck, shoulders, back, and bottom. His hands were divine. He worked from her neck to her bottom, making sure all areas of her were quite soapy and clean.
After a short pause (to re-soap his hands), Dave spun Sandy so that he faced her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. While his hands soaped up her breasts, Dave rubbed his body against her soapy back. This "Human Loofa" was something he knew drove her crazy. Gone was the sensory confusion. This was sensual over stimulation.
