We kissed passionately as I cupped her ass cheek with my left hand and re-hung the showerhead with my right. I then used that hand to fondle her right...breast while we continued to kiss. I’m sure she could feel my hard-on growing against her belly. I knew I was right when she slipped a hand between us and broke the kiss to ask, ‘Is this for me?’ as she squeezed and stoked it. I responded by lifting her up with both hands beneath her ass until her face was even with mine and her legs wrapped. I started squeezing a little hard, and he added a second finger, pumping into me as I pumped down on him, still pinching my nipple with his other hand.Then he removed both hands from me all together, and I was so ready for what I knew was coming next. I could feel him shifting under me as his shorts slowly lowered to his ankles, and he picked me up a little at the hips, settling me down over him. With my hands, I slowly guided his cock head to the entrance of my pussy, loving the feel of it. With practised ease her hand resumed its motion, slowly wanking and squeezing my cock with barley a movement showing outside my jeans to betray the glorious dance that was occurring inside them.She edged a bit closer to me allowing her hand to reach down and fondle my aching balls, caressing up as if determined to milk the spunk from them. A few more strokes like this and I could feel my thighs begin to tremble and my cock seemed to swell even more. I put my glass back on the table and hunched. A hot set of surfer abs, nice even pecs, broad shoulders, muscle arms with the tattoos from his face trailing down his neck to his arm and just by looking, baby smooth skin. And oh my God the best part. His swim trunks are way too small for him and his package is large and throbbing (Hopefully for me). But I've been around boys like this all the time. They wear small trunks because they want to show off their package, but this one has got something to show. Three thoughts passed my mind.