The soft tempo of the light spring rain splashing against the window set the mood for Tez. She was awakening from a gentle sleep, a by-product of the love making the night before with Tom. She was wearing the delightfully naughty, spaghetti string black nightie that she referred to as her “hot slut” outfit. When she wore it, she could let go of her inhibitions and really give in to her more visceral desires. It is a mood that always pleased herself, and to a large extent, Tom too.
Tez rolled over the bed and onto her side, her breasts gently flowing with her, and pressed upon the pillow beside her. She could hear Tom across the room, the water running from the shower stall. At the thought of her man, naked, with soap cascading down his body came to her mind, she could feel the nipples of her breasts begin to firm. A slight tingle in her loins began to stir. “Wow!” she thought to herself. "Just the thought of joining Tom in the shower gets me going”.
She imagined the surprise Tom would experience if she gathered herself up, moved to the bathroom to slowly pull the curtain of the shower aside and reveal Tom to her.
Tez envisioned how the expression on his face would change as she would slide into the stream of warm water with him. As she thought about this, Tez sub-consciously moved her hand to her left breast and pulled it free of the restraint of her outfit. Slowly she began to tease the hardening flesh of her excited nipple with fingers.
Tez thought of Tom in the shower, washing his body, the full length of his manhood swaying slighty with the movements of his body. She imagined reaching for him, his manhood growing slightly at the combination of warm water, the slipperiness of the soap, and her gentle touch upon him. “Oooh...” Tez moaned to herself.
She reached down between her thighs and began to slowly massage her womanhood through the thin material of her gown. Gently, she rubbed and pressed at the stimulated flesh of her sex. She closed her eyes and began to lose herself in the sensations of her body and her thoughts of making love to Tom.
Tom was standing in the shower, facing away from the steady stream of water. He thought to himself, “What a lucky man I am.” Just the night before, he had re-affirmed his love and commitment to Tez. She had met him with enthusiasm and vigor. Tez was a wonderful lover. A woman who gave her all to please her man, and last night was no exception.
Tom remembered the sensation he felt as Tez had steadily swept her warm breath across his member before taking him into her mouth. He thought of how quickly his body always responded to her touch. He loved the look in Tez’s eyes as she looked at him, his member growing in her mouth in response to her.
He reached down between his legs and touched himself. He was surprised that his member was beginning to fill with desire for Tez. He stroked himself, his hands gliding back and forth along his length. Tom closed his eyes, believing it was Tez who was bringing him this pleasure.
Tom’s member was grew ever firmer in his hands as he thought about making love to Tez. He loved the way she responded to him. Every sensation was heightened for him as Tez spoke gently to him about her desire. This was especially appreciated by Tom. He wanted nothing less than to please her. And he found that the more he pleased her, the more receptive she became.
Tez felt the yearning grow within her. She reached for the night table and pulled out the toy Tom had bought for them. It was soft yet firm, and they had slowly introduced it into their lovemaking. She pressed it against her femininity, feeling the parting of the lips of her womanhood with the pressure she gave it.
Her arousal was becoming more evident, and the movements of her hands increased the contact with her most intimate area. Slowly, Tez pressed the head of the toy into herself, feeling fill her.
At first she pressed just the first few inches into herself, the way Tom would as they made love.