John showed me into the spacious lounge and introduced me to his three guests who were sitting in comfortable chairs each with a wine glass in hand.�...Red or white or maybe a soft drink?” Sandra had appeared from the kitchen. She looked stunning, a beautiful figure encased in a slinky long dress with a long slit up the side showing her shapely leg.I accepted a large glass of a very good red wine and sat chatting with my new friends and their guests for about half an hour before the conversation. “And I like it,” she said.“That men find you sexy?”“Yes.”“So having every guy here drooling over you - this is nothing that you cannot handle?”“I would be offended if they were not drooling over me. Especially with the outfits I plan on wearing. I’m the sort who loves to be noticed and appreciated and I dress accordingly, you know what I mean?”I chuckled. My erection stirred. This was going swimmingly.“Glad you mentioned that,” I said.“What, you would rather I covered up?” she said, knowing. We used live in a newly shifted rented house. My parents were working, they used to leave in the morning & return in the evening. I am the only son. Though I was shy type of guy, soon adjusted to the new place,&made some new friends too. Nisha is one of them. She used to live with her mother(divorced)& with her grand parents & an uncle. They were one of other 4 tenants of our landlord. She was studying in 8th std same school which I used to go. We used to go together, soon we became close. I mean, it felt good enough I was really surprised by the intensity of it. Like a vibrator turned up full. The hot water was perfect, the hard stream of water massaged my clit, and I moved the head closer in. Surprise! It changed the sensation, made it more intense. And the movement had a sort of massaging action.I moved the shower head back and forth some more, and found myself closing my eyes so I could concentrate on the sensations between my legs.My legs had spread just a bit further and.