An idle hand moved downwards and rubbed the soft, satiny spandex of thefront of the pink shorts. They cupped every inch of my groin and hips,and it'd...be a lie if I didn't think they were immensely comfortable.Placing a hand at the top of my crotch, I saw my counterpart in themirror do the same. My hand moved downwards, feeling the smooth materialsliding underneath. I kept moving lower and lower. I stopped looking atthe image in the mirror and closed my eyes, bracing for what I almostknew to. The vibrations on his cock seemed to be too much for him – he began to shoot cum down my throat, yelling as he came. I swallowed every drop. He sat up and looked at his wife. Her face was shiny with the juices from my pussy. She leaned down to kiss me, darting her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on her and I began to get wet, again. I reached for her pussy, not even realizing what I was doing, and began to rub her clit. The wife grabbed my hand to stop me and looked at her husband.. I wore matching panties, rich with lace and French cut high around my hips. They were black and sheer and my freshly shaven sex was clearly exposed. On my feet I wore patent leather slings with two inch heels and closed toes, wishing I'd brought just one decent pair of boots with me. My appearance was hardly dramatic, true, but it would work well enough for our improvised purposes, I thought. And my body, barely contained now, would be a costume all its own. My skin was light and smooth,. I become even more aroused at the thought of you touching yourself as you watch me and my hand moves faster. You let out a slight whimper and your knees break the surface of the water as you maneuver yourself to a better position to be able to play.You notice that precum has begun to ooze from the head of my cock and you tell me to come over to you so you can taste it.You leave your hands under the water. Not stopping the rubbing and probing that you have started beneath the bubbles as you run.