But the night is still very young. Carefully, he will help me stand and hell take the shower head to rinse the soap from my body. I have to reach for ...he railing to keep from falling as he never fails to aim the jet directly at my swollen clit, practically bringing me to the very verge of orgasm. Waiting for me is a warm, fluffy towel and he makes sure to pat away every drop of moisture from my body, well, almost every drop. The moisture that is now flowing from my sacred space, preparing a. To say something, anything, to wipe the smile off his face. Once again, words failed me. It was probably best, he was so smug that his self satisfied smile wouldn't budge, but it would have made me feel better. Again, we stared at each other for a couple of minutes, silent except for my gasps, my mouth opening with each attempt to speak. He raised a hand and stroked my cheek. My face turned to him, my body tried to move closer, craving his touch. I needed more. I needed to feel his hands. I will keep my part of the bargain; it will be our secret, so long as you toe the line, understood?’ ‘Yes Mum. I’m sorr...’ I began an apology. ‘Don’t bother with excuses, it usually makes things worse.’ She turned and left the room. Is that it? I thought to myself. Of course it wasn’t, but it would be the weekend before I found out. Friday night came and Mum was going out with her friend, the luscious redhead Tina. I was going to meet a couple of mates. As she left, Mum said to me, ‘Have a fun. "I wanted to run with you," he said. "In fact, I had seen you run thisway yesterday. I live just a few houses from that corner where you sawme." Oh?" And I waited for you today, hoping you would come." Oh Paul, you shouldn't have done this." Miss Enright, please. I think you're so cool."Oh, this was going all wrong. I wanted right now to place my sweaty bodynext to him, and kiss his lovely lips. "Paul, darling," I said, realizing I had used a term of endearment. "Wecan't meet like this. .