It is one day in late spring, three days into the week you found for visiting me. As the sun is setting, I return, having gone out for a bike ride. You are not immediately in evidence. But I am tired and a bit sweaty from my ride and want a shower. I unload my pockets, find the laundry pile, and undress, adding each piece of clothing to the laundry-to-be-done as it comes off. Shirt, pants, undershorts. Just as I am dropping the undershorts on the pile and about to head for the shower, I hear it start running, and realize where you are. A mischevous mood takes me. That morning you'd wished aloud that we had more time for sex, and I'd agreed, though at the time neither of us had time to spare. This seems like a good time to remedy that, so I slip into the bathroom, carefully, being as quiet as I can so you don't notice. The shower curtain is not transparent, but not opaque either; I find a place where I cannot be seen directly but I can see enough in a mirror to tell that you are washing your hair. I wait until you are done, washing, rinsing. Then you pick up the soap and soap yourself up. You turn to face the shower and are starting to rinse yourself off when I deem the moment propitious and slip into the shower with you. Not quite silently, no, but the soft rustle goes mostly unnoticed over the sound of the shower. The soap is back in its soapdish, and I use it to soap my hands. Then I find that the rustle of my entrance was not entirely unnoticed; you must have noticed it at some level, for when my soapy hands slide over your shoulders and down your back you do not jump, but just lean back into my rubbing. My hands slide up and down your back and over the lovely roundness below it, the slippery soapiness making them slide smoothly even though I'm pressing fairly hard. My hands caress your hips and thighs for a few moments, then slide up your sides and back down again. I step in, standing close enough behind you that you can feel my beard on the back of your shoulder as my hands slide around your waist to snuggle across your tummy. I whisper in your ear, "Hi there, love.". Your only response is to slide your own hands back to caress my arms, then my sides and hips, as you tip your head back and turn it to kiss my cheek with a small happy mmmm sound. My hands slide over your belly, lubricated by the water cascading down, soon finding your breasts. I cup one in each hand, squeezing and caressing, and your hand finds its way around across my thigh and groin to wrap around my growing erection. I catch your nipple in the vee between my index and middle fingers and maneuver it into one of the little streams of droplets from the shower head as I lick lightly at the corner of your mouth, then across your jaw to the side of your neck. This produces a happy sigh as you shift, the soap I left on your back making your back and my chest slide pleasantly together as you lean closer to me. My teeth rake your earlobe lightly and you shiver, reaching one hand to the wall for balance. My tongue licks all around the edge of your ear as I squirm around to the side, turning you so you lean back against the wall. I leave a little trail of kisses and licks from your ear down to your neck and back up to your mouth, where I kiss you, softly, unhurriedly. You return the kiss, our tongues playing with one another for a bit. I break it and smile my love into your eyes as you say "Back already?". I merely mmm-hmm and kiss my way back across your other cheek and down your neck to the hollow of your shoulder, the shower raining on my head and dropping off my hair and beard onto you. You sigh again as my kisses cross to your throat and across to your breast. My hand reaches up and turns the shower head so the water lands on you from your throat to your belly, pouring down warmly between us. My tongue finds your nipple and rolls it against my lip for a moment. My hands slide over your sides and around your breasts and come to rest on the fronts of your shoulders. My mouth returns to your throat and leaves a trail of little kisses and nibbles down across to the other breast, which I slowly lick, my tongue soft and flat and wide. Lick all across the top, the sides, the bottom, and finally a slow stroke right across the nipple, warm tongue and warm water cascading down combining pleasantly. Your fingers slide into the hair on the back of my head and you pull my mouth to your breast and I slowly suck first just your nipple, then more of your breast, into my mouth, where my tongue plays with the nipple. Your breath gets heavier and I decide to move on. I kiss my way across to the valley between your breasts and then just below the other breast, wandering downwards, back and forth across your belly, nuzzling my way back up now and then, always working my way gradually lower. After a few minutes of this my tongue finds your bellybutton and spends a little while playing with it while my hands slide wetly over your thighs as they squirm, apparently unsure whether they want to be together or apart. Finally, though, I leave your bellybutton for exploring lower, and trail little kisses and nibbles and licks down over your tummy, gradually working my way lower and lower. Upon reaching the point where belly gives way to thigh and groin, I move to the side, working my way down your right thigh to your knee. Then I shift from the front of your thigh to the inside, slowly working my way back up again, crouched between your feet hugging your legs to me as the water rains down on us both. Once I reach the point where the side of my beard is brushing your mound, I turn my head and nuzzle my nose into your warm pussy-lips, mmming happily for a long moment. Then I start nuzzling and kissing down your left thigh, slowly, teasing us both. Every squirm you give makes me squirm too, wanting you and yet wanting to tease you, knowing how much higher the heights can be when you've taken the slow way. I've worked my way down to your left knee and am halfway back up the inside of your left thigh when you moan my name, almost warningly. I look up and your eyes catch mine, the lust in your gaze unmistakable. Your hands slide into my hair and compel my head inexorably up as your knees swing wider, the motion pulling your lips apart, exposing yourself to my eyes, my hands, my nose, ...my tongue. My lips meet yours as your hands guide me unerringly home to your crotch. For a moment we just kiss, your warm pussy and my mouth, wetly, wet thrice over, each of us producing our own wetness and the water sluicing down between us wetting us further. It is an almost magical kiss, the first taste of what we've both been wanting and waiting for for the past several minutes. We sigh in happy unison, your knees bending a little more and my hands sliding under your thighs and around to hold one arm wrapped around each leg, my hands on your inner thighs just where thigh meets groin. My tongue begins to move, at first just sliding, almost tentatively, along the edges of your lips where they meet mine. It gradually grows bolder, exploring farther afield. It finds the mouth of your vagina and tastes eagerly of the liquids there, darting experimentally a little way in, then stiffening as much as a tongue can and sliding at least an inch in, possibly a bit more, quickly, once, twice, thrice, then softening and returning to slowly exploring. Leaving the vicinity, my tongue wanders over, tasting, licking, until it reaches the other end of your slit, where it burrows inquisitively among the folds until it finds the little round firmness lurking within. The low growl you make and the tensing of your hands informs me I have found something pleasurable, in case I needed to be told. I prod it, almost experimentally, from this side and that, with my tonguetip, feeling it shift and slide among the folds as I do, feeling you shift and slide on the tile wall as your hips begin to move, slowly but strongly, an echo of the ancient motions. I ride with your movements, my arms around your thighs providing a sure anchor. My tongue probes, searching, finally slithering past the last fold to caress your clit directly. The catch in your breath, the sudden buck of your hips, the way your hands pull my head to you yet more strongly, all this tells me you like this. My tonguetip circles, one way, the other...rubbing your clit between my tongue and the ridge of your pelvis, hard bone forming a firm backing behind soft flesh, the bump as your clit slides across the edge, the bump as it slides back...my tongue curls into a half-tube, sucking, trying to draw your clit in...I flick it from side to side with my tongue firmly pointed, then lick broadly across it with my tongue soft and flat. I play with your clit like this for several minutes, gradually speeding up, when I get an idea. I stand up, letting my cock slide briefly between your pussy-lips, and take the shower head down off its holder. One brief twist and instead of a gentle rain from around the edge, it is a harder, more driving shower from the small ring of holes near the middle. I take your hand, put the shower head in it, and guide it until the water lands on your nipple. I slither back down your body to resume my position, my tongue now moving more widely - now flicking across your clit, now rubbing your lip against my lip, now dipping into your entrance for a taste, now circling quickly, now slowly seeking out your clit again. After a minute or two I feel your other hand leave my head and hear the sound of the water change. I look up and see you trying to hit both nipples at once with the water, but finding this difficult with only two hands. I reach up with one hand and supply the missing ingredient, pressing your right breast over to meet its twin on the other side, squeezing it fondly as I do. I feel the water splash next to my fingers and I take the area around your nipple between thumb and finger and push the nipple out into the direct stream of water. Feeling your body tense as I do this, my tongue returns to flickflickflick your clit as fast as it can. You make a long drawn-out half-wail half-moan; as it trails off, your hips start moving more hungrily and I have to return my arm to around your thigh to keep my position. Then another idea occurs to me, and I stand up and take the shower head in my own hand. You start to resist, then notice where I'm carrying it and realize what I'm up to. Even the idea is enough to produce a shudder and you slip a couple of inches lower against the wall, spreading your legs even wider. My right hand brings the water to your sex as my left hand holds your lips parted and aside. At first, I direct the drumming water at the very top of your slit, just a little above your clit. The insistent pounding, soft and hard at the same time and so fast it's almost a vibration, inexorably incessant, starts to have its effect and your hips begin to churn. I wait until it seems to be building rapidly, then take your nipple in my mouth and flick my tongue across it while my right hand moves the water just a half an inch lower so it strikes your clit directly. You scream my name abruptly and mash my head to your breast with both hands, and I can feel your whole body tensing as you begin to cum. I hold the water on your clit, every little droplet another shock of pleasure piling onto your orgasm, my tongue furiously busy on your nipple. Finally I feel your body begin to relax, worn out, and I shift the water back up that half-inch, then slowly, so slowly, draw it away, tapering the stimulation off as your climax fades. A minute or two later, the shower lies forgotten on the tub floor, the water splashing off the side of the tub and spattering our feet. As your eyes come back into focus they see mine smiling lovingly into them and my mouth leaves yours, breaking a kiss just long enough to say, Beloved. Thank you. And we stand there for a long time, our arms around one another holding close, our lips just resting on one another in a quiet, loving kiss. Finally I pick up the shower head, twist it back to a regular shower, and put it back on its holder. Smiling impishly, I say, "I'm back from my bike ride.".