Caught In The Steam: Watching Her Fingers Dance Under The Shower Spray

But I’m getting ahead of myself here…
Even though we’d kept in contact throughout the years since we dated, he hadn’t seen me in some time. I hadn’t bothered to wear panties. XXX “You’re right! – Can we make it a late lunch/early dinner? “Bigger! “Not too tight!” I squeaked. I wore a pair of slim fitting ‘skinny jeans’, a bright yellow tank paired with a sheer white tunic, and white flip flops. “Not funny! When he answered I took note that he looked exactly the same…. Fuck! “Guess I haven’t lost my touch.” He was proud of himself. I knew better, but ignored my inner voice and got beside him. I tossed my head back moaning loudly enough the neighbor’s neighbors would hear. I looked good, not too sexy. We’ve both cheated. I sat licking my wounds so to speak much of the day. The reason we’d broke up was primarily due to the fact I saw him more as a friend than anything else. After much