“Get yourself up, and take the dog for a trot around outside while I sort myself out.” Extending an arm to point to the door. “Come back in ten minutes I’ll be done and you can use the shower then if you want.”
“You are a harsh woman.” He joked, still watching the sway of her wonderful breasts.
“Go! You may be twenty one but you are still young enough for a spanking.” She warned.
He reluctantly got off the bed and left her alone. She turned on her heel and stepped out of the shorts and lost her top. Stepping into the shower area, leaning in she flicked on the taps.
As the water hit the rough marble floor she examined herself in the mirror. Everything is in place she thought. A side view showed her she still had a bum that still had some upward tilt to it Something she credited to good diet and exercise The 38GG breasts had still some elasticity to them. In the past she had considered a reduction, but at this stage it seemed pointless to tamper with nature. She placed her hand in her panties and watched her knuckle move about as she dipped her fingers. As she removed them, the aroma told of a good ph balance too. All in all if there was a hot tub fitter in the area again, she mused, she may have to consider he test the hot tub out with her. Maybe it was time to get a little wicked into her life.
Removing her panties she stepped into the slightly hotter than required shower, it was just the way she liked it. The needles of hot water stimulated her skin, raising the blood to the surface. Turning 360 degrees so every inch of her was massaged by the forceful gush. When the flow hit the spot on her back just between her shoulder blades she gasped, this always happened; it was an extra sensitive spot. She stayed still for a moment, relishing in the delicious pleasure.
She quickly took the puff of scrunched netting from the hook and poured a little body wash onto it, rubbing it briskly over her entire body. She loved the amount of lather the puff made and the rough exfoliation it provided. She dropped it to the floor and raising her arms, turned fully around to rinse, using her hand to make sure any remaining suds were gone.Turning off the water she reached for the towel and patted herself dry. She hung the towel back on the heated rail and walked to the basin to brush her teeth.
He strolled back up the garden, the dog sniffing her way behind him. The evening was cool but clear. The full moon making an appearance in a twilight sky. He stopped as he reached the hot tub, tonight would be the perfect night for a soak in there, he thought. One of the things he missed about the country was a pure black night with no pollution from the city lights. He would enjoy watching the stars again and focusing and refocusing on the constellations.
He returned into the house and made for his room. He grabbed his towel and made for his darling one’s room.
“Are you decent? I’m coming in.” He shouted.
She called him through and he walked straight to the en-suite not wanting to stare as she dried and dressed. He turned right and hung his towel on the heated rail, undressed and fiddled with the taps from a safe distance until it was just how he liked it. He clawed his toes and felt the rough tile beneath. He thought how sophisticated his mother was after all, a far cry from the telephone shower in the bath of his childhood twenty years ago.