“Follow my finger for the guide to constellations, just like it was done for me all those years ago.” He spoke softly.
“Ok, I am all yours.” she smiled.
He placed his arm around her neck and she snuggled in instinctively, moving in tightly her hips met his. She perched herself lightly on his thigh, her bottom met with his hip bone and the sensitive skin by his groin. She placed her hand on his other hip to steady herself.
Watching down his arm he pointed out the stars to her in the pitch black evening. She moved her leg between his and in the weightless water they could almost float. His other hand wrapped around her waist and his fanned fingers lay on her tummy with the fingertips, touched her light pubic hair. She felt the warm vapour of his breath as he whispered the story of Orion’s Belt and the tale of the seven sisters that she made up when he was a child.
She moved her hips in a natural reaction to the stroking hand on her belly and pubis, breathing deeply causing her breasts to bob up in the water. The hand which had just been pointing moved and caught one before it disappeared beneath the surface again. He gently kneaded the soft flesh, she arched her head back, exposing her throat. His hand stroked up and over until his fingers reached her lips, he brushed them softly. Parting them she extended her tongue, touching it tentatively to his index finger before drawing his finger into her mouth sucking gently. This sucking action produced in him a rush of desire to dominate and possess. However, he knew that would shorten the pleasurable time they could have together. His finger was sucked and his other hand played with her weightless breast. Time slowed for him.
She turned away and faced him in the water. Their hands met and their bent knees allowed them to bob in the water like he was being taught basic swimming again. They were both smiling with the memory. He brought his legs together and stretched them out and lay backwards his feet reached the opposite side and his back touched the soft edges of the tub. His rock hard cock just broke the surface, offering up to the night.
Taking him in her hands, holding reverently. One hand held the length while the other covered the tip, slowly allowing her thumb to caress this most sensitive place tracing the ridge where the head joined the shaft. Bending her head she kissed the bulbous tip, her tongue following the route her thumb had taken.
The sight of her tongue, cheeks and neck produced a spasm at his very root. She controlled his twitching member with expert hands. Raising her head she sucked in air and wetness from her lips with an audible sound and watched for his reaction. She returned to his cock head with a more rapid tongue flicking motion and his hands reached to her ears to control the explosions that was building, but not wanting it to stop.
Sensing his urgency and fully aware of the short recovery time of the young, she began to move the hand on his shaft continuing the pressure of her lips and the flicking of her tongue. He tightened the hold on the sides of her head, his hips rising, feet pressing firmly to the side of the tub. Overtaken with ardour he could hold back no longer, exploding in a symphony of sensation spurting warm fluid to the back of her throat.