As we reach the end of the hall, you can feel the rose petals again under your feet, their soft moist petals sending sensations up your body… You breathing comes in irregular gasps as your convulsions reach their peek and start to subside. My left hand rests on your left thigh, and then moves down to allow two fingers to press and vibrate on your clit. As my hands move through the water, caressing and washing your legs they move up past your knee, up your thigh, and to within inches of your supple folds of lust, you sink lower into the water and raise your hips in hopes to get my hands to travel further up your body, “no sweets, not like that, “my hot moist and lusty voice close to your ear. I use the towel to playfully rub against your slit and now aroused clit.
