King Coral - Honey Bare

It was a small stall shower and after Sarah had adjusted the water to the right temperature, we stepped under it – the two of us filling the stall pretty well.

There wasn’t much room to move around and for a while we didn’t try, merely standing pinned together, embraced tightly in a kiss while the spray beat down on us.

All her fear was gone again, and her skin was warm and wonderful to my touch.

Locked together, we let our tongues caress each other. Finally she formed a tube with hers and my tongue was drilling erratically into its heated dampness.

Suddenly she broke away from me and her arms held me against the wall of the shower. “From whom did-you learn that?” she was asking me now.

I shook my head. “I don’t think I learned it from anyone. I go for the trial and error method.”

“You certainly have had a lot of women in your life, haven’t you?”

Thinks were definitely getting out of hand. Before they got completely out of control I had to come up with another diversion.

“Probably not as many as you imagine,” I said gently. I picked up the sponge and the soap. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”

She turned her back to me. I lathered it up well, finding it necessary to soap up her sides and flanks and after while I was even reaching around her, creaming a lot of suds over her wonderful breasts.

For several moments she stood motionless, with her head tipped slightly back, as though she were enjoying my touch. Suddenly she took the sponge and soap from my hands. “Now it’s my turn.”

I turned my back to her and she scrubbed it quickly and efficiently. As her hands moved away from me she said, “I’m almost finished now.” She was all business. No pleasure.

We finished up together, suffered through the chill of the cold water and then we were out Of the stall and into the bathroom, toweling dry.

Up to that moment I’d been able to keep things pretty well under control. I’d understood that the thing with the phone call had probably upset her; and I knew that once women get upset, you have to wait a bit before all the little complex pieces of machinery within them function normally again.

Now I watched her, seeing her double reflection the mirror as she bent forward, drying the water off her legs. While she toweled briskly, her breasts moved back and forth like pink and ballooned pendulums, the nipples relaxed and looking like fresh pink blossoms waiting to respond to the kiss of the morning sun.

I tossed aside the towel and walked towards her. She must have realized what was on my mind because she straightened up quickly, her eyes darkening as she stared at my face.

“Oh, Lincoln -“ she said.

She wasn’t trying to get out of my way; and she wasn’t trying to avoid me. She was standing motionless, with her fanny pressed up against the edge of the sink, one hand holding the towel at her side.

I watched myself in the mirror as I approached her. I could see her curved and slender back reflected in the glass. Her hand swept a strand of hair away from her chest, but she didn’t make a move to step aside.

“You’re much too lovely,” I said “to be ignored.”

By that time I’d closed my arms around her and pinned her against the edge of the sink. As my hands began to caress the smoothness ‘of her back she let go of the towel and I felt it settle onto my foot.

“I’m suddenly very weak and warm,” she gasped.

Before she could say anything else my mouth had covered hers and I felt her cool soft body press tightly against me. Her tongue was drilling passionately into my mouth.

I played it like that for a while, feeling her skin heating up and her lips becoming puffed and voracious. Pressed hard against me, her hands began moving erratically up and down my back.

I slid my hands under her arms and hoisted her onto the edge of the sink. Her thighs opened up for me and, as I stepped between them, her legs rubbed mine excitedly, her hands clenching my hair.

“Lincoln – I – I still have to pack tonight. Lincoln.

That’s when she stopped talking. Abruptly. Because I’d bent forward and now I was feeding on her breasts, washing the nipples with my tongue, feeling them responding immediately, hardening, the tips becoming glowing coals that were beginning to pressure against my lips, defying the stabs of my tongue.

She was fidgeting and squirming, bouncing towards me along the edge of the sink. The moment she’d reached the edge, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

I held her with one arm and with the other hand I reached down and pulled back the spread. That dumped all her clothing onto the floor but she didn’t mind. It wouldn’t have done her any good if she’d objected anyway.

Gently I lowered her onto the sheet, letting my hand slip between her thighs, feeling them Opening wide, her hand coming down to cover mine and then move it up and shove it powerfully against her. She was writhing and squirming as my hand loved her, and then the moments were becoming unbearable for both of us.

She was rocking and pushing herself up, her treasure getting attention and requiring complete fulfillment.

We came together in a powerful and cooperative movement. She squealed and muttered incoherently; and finally she became a silent, wonderful pink machine that knew only perpetual motion.

When it was all over, after a brilliant and lingering finish, she curled up and went to sleep with a happy smile wreathing her lovely face.

The phone suddenly rang again and I snatched it up quickly. It was the same routine as the last time. The line was open but nobody said a word when I answered. Quietly I put down the phone again. With all the lights out I prowled the entire apartment. Apparently the rain had been coming down steadily since we returned because the gutters were full. The streets were misty and the visibility was less than a block. Both the front and back doors of her apartment were locked.

Carefully I slid into bed; and when my leg touched Sarah, she sighed sleepily and turned herself into me. I put my arms around her, and I held her against me. She slept soundly but I cat napped all night. Nobody came to kill her.

The following morning I’d been awake for about a half hour before Sarah stirred and broke out of the web of sleep. I’d been listening to a couple of cars going by on the street outside. The way the tires were hissing on the pavement and the water running off the eaves proved it was still raining.

For a full second Sarah stared at me wide-eyed as though trying to remember the night before. Suddenly she sat up, her glance going to the clock radio. My glance went to her lovely jutting pink breasts.

“Oh, I’ve still got to get packed!” she said.

She flung aside the sheet. The moment her bare feet hit the rug she was on her way to the bathroom. I got up and shuffled out to the front room. My clothes were still in a heap, just inside the door. When I picked up my trousers they felt cold and clammy in my hands and they were a mass of wrinkles. I fumbled through the rest of my clothes and discovered that they were all soggy and damp.

“Will you take me out to the airport, Lincoln?”

Sarah had come out to the front room, moving quietly on her bare feet. She’d washed her face, combed her hair, and she’d slipped into the same shift she’d been wearing yesterday.

“Certainly,” I said. “How soon will you have to leave?”

“In a couple of hours,” she said. Suddenly her glance went to the heap of clothing at my feet. “Oh, dear. I can’t even offer you a change of clothing.” A quick smile replaced the concern in her face. “But you’ll have time to run home for a fresh change.”