1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 20


    Date: 10/6/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    so good in here, and it’s so romantic, and those bubbles…” She shook her head, and then gave me a look that made every dime, every moment of nervousness, and every bit of effort worthwhile; I knew I’d knocked it out of the park! She kissed me then, long and deep and with considerable heat, her lean, naked body in my arms, and then looked longingly at the tub. “I almost hate to climb in there, feeling as grungy as I do!” I laughed and opened the shower door and reached in to turn on the water, setting the temperature where we usually set it. “Here, do this first: let the shower do a little erosion work, maybe strip off some of the crust.” “That’s not a very nice thing to say!” She was laughing. “My crust! Am I crusty?” My turn to laugh. “Never! You’re the one that kept worrying about how grungy you were, not me, if you’ll recall.” “Fair enough – and that is a good idea, actually.” She stepped into the shower, but before she pulled the door closed behind her she said, “Are you going to get undressed?” “Soon. Pretty soon – just get busy eroding, okay?” I wanted very much to watch her slip into the thick bubbles of the bath. For now, though, I watched her shower, which was also pretty great. She let the water run over her back for a moment, just getting wet, and then turned and faced directly into the fine spray, letting it hit her face, neck, and upper chest for several seconds before she began to run her hands over herself. First her face and neck, then her chest, and, as ...
    she stepped back just a bit and allowed the spray strike lower, her breasts. There was nothing overtly sexual about it; it was only a beautiful woman washing herself with a spray of warm water. I imagined her hands as my own, running over that body with which I was so intimately familiar…okay, maybe it was a little bit sexual. Next she turned around and leaned back into the spray, tilting her head way back so that her hair could hang down and allowing the water to sluice down over her head and drain in streams from the suspended locks of her dark hair. Her hair got darker as it became saturated, and she shook her head and ran her fingers down through the long strands to loosen it and let it rinse. In this pose her back was deeply arched as she leaned back, arms up above her head rinsing her hair, her taut stomach thrust forward and her breasts forward and upward, water coursing off the sides of those perfect mounds. She didn’t intend it to be a sexy pose – she was just rinsing her hair – but oh my god! She was wet and glistening, sleek and lovely, a nymph, a siren, a glorious mermaid. I stepped close to the shower door. “Allison…honey, you’re a goddess!” She rubbed the water from her eyes and looked at me through the water-speckled and slightly foggy glass, a beautiful smile on her face. “Thank you, but you’re biased.” “Yes, of course – but that doesn’t change the fact.” She simply was a goddess; to me, of course, but I wasn't so biased that I was seeing anything that another ...
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