You get undressed, I see you have a semi hard cock, I grab you as you lower yourself into the hot water. I offer you a glass of wine and your begin ...o wash my back with the wash cloth. You rinse the cloth and squeese the water over my shoulders and down my back. You reach over to lift my hair and kiss my neck and shoulders. I turn around to kiss you back. Deep french kisses and caressing each other.I begin to soap up your chest and rinse you off. Making special attention of your cock and. So how did I figure that out? Dressed in lingerie and wearing pink lipstick in my college, kneeling on the floor beside the toilet, waiting for the door to open, my mind kept going around in circles to what led me here, wondering if I could have done anything different to prevent it. I remembered sitting on the toilet earlier today looking at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties, resisting the urge to play with myself. They looked so arousing against my pale, hairless legs. I blushed. Susan had never considered such a thing. Such a dirty thing. This stranger had just kissed her and had his fingers up inside her, rubbing quickly in and out ofher wet pussy and onto her swelling clit. It felt fantastic, and that giant thing in his slacks just kept getting harder. She couldn't move her hand, and found herself rubbing that big snake, never having felt something that big. It made her even wetter, and she spread her legs wider, forgetting where she was and who was kissing her. .. there was that secret hidden longing deep down in my gut that wouldn't go away. Even seeing her dressed, in things I'd never thought or considered her sexy in, now were. But even more surprising, I could see her as though she didn't have a stitch on. Busily in the kitchen baking cookies, or ironing as she watched her soaps on TV, naked ... always naked. I could see her soft mature breasts dangling so provocatively on her chest as she smoothed the iron along one of her blouses, or one of.