“Maybe you can change Tim,” I said.
She chuckled. “No, he’s too different from you. Tim’s fine the way he is. He’s happy, I think. The kids are happy. He’s a good father and the best husband he knows how to be. I love my job. I can find enough pleasure from those things, now that I know that sex can be as much fun as people say it is.”
“There’s a seminar coming up that I think you should attend.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, next month. It’s basically a long weekend.”
“I have personal days coming. I could probably add a Friday and a Monday.”
“What about Tim and the kids?”
“Tim’s likes to go deer hunting, so I hold down the fort in the fall. The payback is a long getaway weekend or two for me. What’s the seminar about? Where is it?”
“It’s called, ‘Feeling like a sexual being.’ It’s taught by Dr. Croswell,” I said.
“Sign me up!” she laughed. “After I get a shower. I’m messy.”
I touched her pretty lips again, the hair sticky with our cum. “I’ll help you get cleaned up. Get used to it. The seminar is at my cabin. I have a shower stall and a jacuzzi. I don’t use soap or body wash in my jacuzzi.”
“You want to shower with me?” she asked.
“If I may.”
“Wow,” she mused. “I’ve never done that – showered with someone.”
“Would you like to?”
“Why not? I’ve done enough other things tonight I never thought I’d do. But I don’t have a bathrobe.”
“Why do you need a robe?” I asked. “It’s warm enough in here, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I should wear something.”
“Why? I’ve seen you, now, Sarah. I’ve made love to you.”
“Hmmm. Yes. You’re right. This changes things between us. I knew it would,” she said, turning on the bedside lamp. She propped herself up on the headboard, her breasts displayed proudly, and ran her finger along the top of my dick. My pubic hair was damp with sweat and a mixture of our juices. “I can’t believe I had that in my mouth.”
“Are you sorry you did?” I asked.
“No. No, not sorry I did. That’s what I mean. This changes things. The only thing I’m sorry about is that you didn’t cum.”
“I did, sweetie. I think I filled you up pretty well. See?” I ran my middle finger over her slit. It came away wet.
She looked at it, and then at me. She touched my wrist, and guided my finger closer to her. Then she licked it, and sucked it into her mouth. When the finger was clean, she released it and smiled at me. “That was you I tasted, wasn’t it?”
“Some of it, yeah.”
“Will you wash me?” she asked.
Sarah’s ass felt every bit as good as it looked. Smooth, firm, carried high on those fabulous legs. I turned her to face away from me in the shower so I could wash it. I lathered my hands with the hotel bar soap, and caressed her cheeks, rubbing them, kneading the flesh. Finally, I had to. I pushed my middle finger into the cleft of her ass, stroking the skin just above her pucker.
“What are you doing?” she moaned.
“Washing you.”
“Oh. Okay. Please. Go on.”
I did. Teasing her with both hands, I worked at her. I had two fingers of my right hand in her ass, and two of my left in her pussy when she came this time. I washed her again to clean away her juices, and then kissed my way up her body to her face.
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