Regina
Jeff and I parted ways at the stairs. I made my way to the shower in the upstairs bathroom, and he used the one in the downstairs bathroom.
It was on the tip of my tongue to invite him to shower with me. But I was still feeling fragile from our time in the barn. He was being so sweet and so careful, and he had no idea what that was doing to me! I didn’t think I could hold myself together if he was standing under the spray with me, water droplets running down his beautiful, sun-gold skin, his soapy hands smoothing over my breasts, my belly, and below.
I almost came undone just from imagining it. I let my own hands glide over my skin as I undressed, still savoring the way his hands had felt on my body in the barn, the way his mouth had felt on my tender, sensitized n*****s.
