“Heh heh heh.”

“You think that was funny, don’t you?” she asked as I entered the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain.

“Don’t know about funny, but I’d say it was effective,” I said as I turned on the taps.  “I’ll call when I’ve finished, shall I?”

Really I was in no hurry for her to leave.

Got the temperature just right.  Water flowing.

Katy was standing there, arms folded (breasts together), trying to pout.  Fairly obviously not intending to leave.

I looked at her.  She looked at me.  Eye contact.  I smiled.  She smiled.  Understanding.

I dropped my bathers.  Out sprang my cock.  I stepped into the shower, which was one of those bath/shower combos.  Katy just remained standing, arms crossed.

Began to soap myself.  Felt a bit odd, being watched.  But clearly her choice.   Grabbed my cock, turned so she could see it, and gave myself a nice soapy wank.  But I didn’t want to linger, so jumped out quickly and reached for a towel.

Katy flicked off her bikini bottoms in a move so deft it was close to magic.  Her top followed in the same instant.  Then she was in the shower, rubbing herself down.  I moved to the spot she’d just vacated and watched, awestruck.  She closed her eyes, lifted her head to the shower and let the water stream across her face, down her neck and cascade off her breasts for a brief, shivery moment.  Her pussy was neat, not shaven, but tidy, with golden-brown hair.  Nice legs, too.  In other words, quite a sight.

Then she was finished, and out of the shower.

I stood there, dry, but cock pointing skywards as she toweled off.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next.  But I sure as hell didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to hide the canoe in my pocket.

OK, now you may be thinking by now she should have a mouthful of cock.  But that’s you, you quick worker.  I’m shy.  Sure, a woman had just showered nude in front of me, but did that mean sex was on the table?  Or on the bed, or on the anywhere?  You can’t be sure.  But I thought of something.

“Seeing as you’ve just given me a hard-on I could break rocks with, would you mind just standing there while I relieve myself?  Otherwise I’m just not going to be able to put my jeans back on.”

“Come with me.”

I followed her into her bedroom.

“Lie on the bed.”

Time to take the initiative.  Fairly sure by this time I knew where we were going.

“No, you lie on the bed, and spread those lovely legs.  First I want to lick that tidy, tasty pussy.”

“We’ve only got a couple of minutes, then we have to get back!”

“So lie down!!!”

Katy hesitated, then flopped onto the bed, parting her legs.  I dove straight in, extending my tongue to start a long lick at the base of her cunt, moving up quickly to her clit.  The taste of her pussy was intoxicating, a mixture of swimming pool, clean womanliness and, as I bent to my task, sweet pussy juice.  Enjoying it, she arched her back, and extended her legs to offer me more access.  I pushed my tongue deeper, and was rewarded a softer, wetter core.  Katy moaned, wriggled, and I noticed she was giving her breasts a