I crossed my hands over my breasts, of course forgetting that I had not another stitch of clothes on. “Josh, seriously, we should talk about this. Please leave now and I will be out in a minute.”
He responded. “Rita, if that’s what you really want, I will leave, but we can talk about it in here. After a few minutes, if you want me to get out, I will. So let’s talk. In the meantime, though, as we’re talking, it doesn’t hurt to help my mommy does it?”
He moved over to me, took the washcloth from me, soaped it up and began to wash my body. He started at my shoulders and worked down to my breasts and was soaping them gently. He rolled my nipples in his fingers. God, it felt so good.
“Okay,” he said, “so let’s talk. You know you want this Rita, and I want it to so what’s to talk about? By the way, your boobs are still lovely.”
I stammered, “Josh, it’s just that…that I thought this was over and it should have been. You have a life with Louisa now and you know it’s not right for us to be doing this. I have to admit it was fun while it lasted and I loved it but we shouldn’t have been doing it then and we certainly shouldn’t start it up again. Now, you should leave and let me finish. Then we can talk later, after I get dressed. We can have a nice dinner and visit and enjoy your last trip home for a while. Please?”
“We can still talk for a little bit here before I leave. See, I do love Louisa, but there’s no reason you and I can’t enjoy each other. I’m going to be going away so there may not be another time anytime soon. So, let’s just do this, if nothing else for old times’ sake.”
“No, Josh, wait. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” But now he’d dropped the washcloth and he took the bar of soap and pushed it between my legs. Reflexively, I opened them a bit to give him better access. I didn’t even want to do that but I couldn’t help myself. Even with the water running, he will be able to tell how wet my pussy is.”
“Rita, you keep talking about not doing it but your pussy’s really, really wet. Why is that, Rita, if you really don’t want this? Here, let me do one more thing and if you still want me to leave I will.”
He takes my hand and moves it to his cock. I tried to pull it away away but he forced me to touch it. I looked down at my small hand wrapped around his big penis. I could feel the throbbing and the big swollen veins that lined his shaft. It felt like a velvet steel rod. Even then I kept saying, “no, no…we shouldn’t.”
He ignored me. “Soap it up Rita so I can wash you.”
A part of me wanted to stop but I didn’t take my hands off or say a word as I did what I was told. I soaped up his cock and felt the big, swollen head and I wanted it in every fucking hole I had. Once I had it lathered, he grabbed it as well and with my hand still wrapped around it, he pushed it down so the head was between my legs, nestled against my clit. I almost had to stand on tiptoes and he was flexed at the knees so he could get it low enough. He reached around my hips and under and pressed his shaft up to my slit. I spread my legs to accommodate it. The feel of his cock on my slippery-wet cunt was electrifying.