I slowly stepped into the shower following an early morning jog and some light stretching. Saturdays are an easy exercising day, with Monday through Friday being more aggressive in my attempt to increase my level of conditioning rather than just maintain it. Sundays are a free day, left totally unscheduled ... well, at least in theory they are. I had a shower built on the rooftop of the building, an open air shower with the offset entrance and the top being left open, allowing for the feeling that I'm showering in the elements. I find it to be a wonderful sense of freedom being nude and outdoors.
The shower had high stone walls and a stone floor, with an oversized shower head, designed and fabricated by a friend, that delivered water like a modest rainfall, wide enough for two to easily shower together. A long cedar bench allowed me to stretch out and listen to music and watch the clouds pass by, when time allowed. At night, when the fog rolled in, it would swirl through the entrance and out through the top. With the muted lighting it created somewhat of an ethereal world. The shower became as much a retreat to rebalance from the activities of the day as it was a place to cleanse my body.
Claire would arrive in about ten minutes, so I had time to bring my heart rate down and relax for a moment - just feeling and listening to the water cascading over my body and hitting the stone floor. At this time, it was necessary for me to focus on my breathing and not on her showering with me within a few minutes.
We enjoy a very uninhibited sensual relationship, and just the thought of us together would easily cause me to become aroused. She had requested that I be soft when she arrived. She likes to see it grow, to watch it become engorged and fully erect to the point that a bead of milky pre-cum would show itself and begin to slide down my shaft. I don't know if this desire is a fetish or not; it's just something that we both enjoy when we're intimate.
Focusing on ones breathing does block all of the random noise in our minds. An ancient Asian technique practiced for centuries but often overlooked in the west. It sounds easy enough, but in practice it becomes somewhat of a challenge.
When my focus failed me and my mind drifted to her I would think about other things; such as baseball, grilling a brisket, rotating the tires on my vehicle, anything to aid my efforts to remain soft.
The security system sounded; the tone assigned to her was gentle, somewhat faint, and pleasant. It would take another few minutes before I'd hear the rooftop door open, close and her footsteps sounding on the stone path leading to the shower entry.
The stepping stones themselves are surrounded by thyme which acts like a ground cover. When the air moves just right the scent wafts from leaves crushed under foot. Of course when she appears our eyes don't meet as she's looking down to see if I've complied with her request, all in our playful manner.
I watched as she slowly undressed, soft smooth fine skin, her breasts small but beautifully shaped, nipples just ever so slightly pointing up. By the time she slipped her finger tips into the waist of her panties, I stood nearly straight up and could feel my cock waver with each heartbeat. I watched the silver threads of her wetness break away as she lowered her panties. She slowly touched herself as if she were alone and masturbating to erotic thoughts. There was a reason for this pause before stepping in. She waited for my pre-cum to show itself.
