Amazed, Tod began running his hands up and down her soapy buttocks. He slipped his middle finger down into the soft, yielding crevice and nudged her anal ring. She jumped and her eyes fluttered open.

The sensation of his finger against her rectum had startled Sylvia. It had actually shot a nefarious jolt of pleasure through her; never before had she realized she was sexually sensitive there. Now Shelton was doing other things with those capable hands of his; they were all over her, kneading her breasts as though they were bread dough, tweaking the nipples, stroking her abdomen in time to her own body movements. She was afire down there. She wanted him inside her. She said it, and the obscene words spilling out of her lips caused a certain amazement to register in her mind. “Fuck me, please do, Tod…” she crooned. It wasn’t so much a command as it was a plea.

His balls throbbed, and the blood had long since been pounding hotly through the veins in his rigid cock. He wanted her now… and yet? He also wanted it to be absolutely right. It was important that it be right the first time she came willingly to him.

He pulled his penis from between her tightly clenched thighs. “What’s wrong?” she asked whimperingly.

“Nothing. Let’s not hurry it, though.”

“I want you now.” She reached for his cock and enclosed it again in her fist. She began yanking on it in short impatient motions.

Tod said nothing. He merely reached behind him and got the soap from the soap tray. He used the palms of both hands to raise a lather. The hot scented soap was almost an aphrodisiac in itself

Sylvia didn’t protest when he began to lather up her breasts; she watched the white bubbly river run down across her navel and disappear down into her drenched pubic hair. Tod now was lathering up her abdomen and hips; his hands were gentle, and the electrifying sensations arched through her belly.