He holds her close and moves his hands down soaping her belly washing away the remnants of there earlier love making. The shower is powerful enough to...keep her nipples erect and aching as it hits her chest like an onslaught of pins.His hands move down to her neat triangle of hair, working the soap into the carefully trimmed bush. Then she feels him lean in to her more as he reach his hands down to the front of her pussy. Her clit is already peeping out from it’s hood and the sensation of his. She was lying on the bed in her bikini unaware of the turmoil in my head. Is there an escape from what I got myself into? Things will never be the same when we get back to work.I tried to concentrate on the situation now. Even the waiter had a go at me. I looked at Riya again. She was already high. She needed lunch. Even I needed lunch. I shook Riya and asked her if she was hungry. She murmured something which I did not understand but took it as a yes. I looked at the menu and dialed the. I was hard, he wasn’t ready yet so we just relaxed and floated in the water and talked about what things we liked done to each other.I was not experienced and so was happy to be in the hands of this expert, hearing his stories and trying to imagine myself in each of them. After about 30 minutes we got out and we dried each other off which was very erotic, rubbing the towel into those private places which don’t get aroused when doing it yourself and yet feel so amazing when someone else is. His steps moved from near my head to my legs. How much of me could he see? I wished I could see myself right now, look at my own parted legs, my own naked body. Could he see my freshly shaved pussy? Or the first glistenings of my dewed excitement?His hands wrapped around my leg, encircling me. He worked his way down, patiently, thoroughly, his thumbs rubbing my leg all the way down to my ankle, then back up to my thigh, up and up until he could go no further, until his hand was against my.