By now I was positively panting myself, as she started to rub herself harder, her fingers stroking her wet lips less and less and starting to massage her clit in small circular strokes. I needed to be sure none of the gel had got pushed up into her cunt, so I explained to her as I opened her folds with one hand and directed the shower head directly to her pussy what I was doing. I wanted to hold her and caress her body but wistfully I realised that that wasn’t to be. That evening we had an enjoyable meal, chatting away to ourselves and the waiting staff, fortunately nothing seemed to be any different despite what had happened in the bathroom, so I began to think my fantasy was one sided and tried to put it to the back of my mind.
