My hand rests on a soft buttock, my breasts press against a hard back, and my lips kiss a masculine smelling neck.

I can hear the birds chirping and I feel the heat of the sun beating down on my back, a light breeze caresses my naked body.

I wonder how long we've been dozing? I stretch my body to mould along his back and enjoy the feel of my nipples running along his spine. I smile as the memories flow back into my mind, the feel of his hands and smoothing lotion, the sensation of his length see-sawing inside me and the intensity of my orgasm, created by his fingers. "Lance?" I whisper, pressing into him and peering over his shoulder.

"Mmmm?" "Lance, I think we should go inside. I don't know how long we've been dozing out here.

" "Out?" Lance is obviously not quite in the waking world yet.

I wait for the fresh crushed grass smell and the tweeting bird sounds to make him realize where we are. "Outside, yes." The realization is dawning, and I nibble on his ear lobe, he pushes his soft place back against my pubis, "Oh, yes!" Finally he is awake and remembering.

"We had better go and see what time it is, I guess." He rolls over and wraps an arm around me, our lips meet and I feel the beginnings of an erection pressing into the base of my tummy. I moan and push myself back and gently stroke his face, "I would so love to do that, " I look down at his length, "again, but I've got so much to do, it will have to keep." I stand up and stretch. Lance follows me and picks up our towels, books and lotion, "Ok boss.

" he chuckles. I love that sound. "You're a slave driver!" "Yes, Slave.

" I reply, looking back over my shoulder as I stride towards the back door, "and don't you forget it, or I'll have to whip that sweet soft place of yours!" "Promises, promises." he sighs and follows me in.

"Actually, it's not too late." I smile, relieved.

"I'm going to go and get a shower, then I'll sort out some lunch for us." "Sounds great!" Lance grins, a cheeky twinkle in his light eyes. "I need a shower too, can I join you?" "Sure.

I'm all for saving water." As I walk up the stairs I feel his hand squeezing my buttock, "I think you're definitely an soft place man, " I say, remembering the lingering strokes over my bottom with his lotion covered hands. "Not really, I just like touching you, anywhere." His fingers stroke up and down my back as I smile at the compliment. At the top of the stairs I turn and wrap an arm around his shoulder, kissing him ruthlessly whilst fondling his erection with my other hand.

"I'm quite a fan of touching you too." I turn on my heel and skip to the bathroom, the echo of his soft groan making my softness ache.

Reaching over to switch on the shower I feel his length pressing against my buttocks, his hands on my hips. I pull back and leave the shower to run a moment, twirl around and place a kiss upon the end of Lance's nose.

Even crinkling his nose like a cute bunny makes him look sexy, I giggle and hop under the warm water jets and groan my appreciation. "Hey, let me in on the action." Lance steps into the glass surrounded booth and squeezes in next to me, his hands grasp my hips, pulling me close.

"Ouch!" The metallic thump echoes and Lance mumbles something under his breath as he lifts the shower head to accommodate his tall frame. "Sorry." I rub my hands through his hair, running my fingers down his cheek and to his chest. "You will be.

" he replies, grabbing my hips and spinning me round. My hands come up as I stumble, and I brace myself against the wall, the synthetic rain of the shower beating down my shoulders and running down the sides of my breasts in rivulets, pooling at the base of my spine. His hand slaps down on my butt, it stings a little and takes me by surprise, another strike lands on my other buttock. I hear him moving, then feel his lips on my tingling flesh, they cover my soft place, butterfly kiss by butterfly kiss. Fingers part my flesh and I lean forward, my breasts pressing against the cold wall. I gasp and my nipples tighten. Lance's cool fingers pry me open, the water runs down between my cheeks and flows between my plump lips, tickling sensually.

His tongue slips between those exposed lips. Moaning I grind back on his face, feeling his long, lithe tongue flicking forward, lapping at my personal place. Lance's tongue laps up and down the length of my softness, tickling back between my buttocks and gently circling my sensitive sensitive place. It feels so good, his tongue probing my less-used warmth and my moans become louder the further he penetrates me. His finger takes the place of his tongue. I relax as he presses the digit in, aided by his tongue returning to tickle and tease my personal place. My knees are shaking and I can already feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Then he pulls his mouth away, and I groan my disappointment. A few seconds later I hear the "click" of a flip top lid being opened and feel a thick stream of cool gel sliding down my back and over my buttocks. As Lance rubs it in, over my buttocks and between them, I can smell that it's my shower gel. The citrus scent cuts through the steam and rejuvenates me, enhances the throb in my body. I ache for a release, I need to be filled, to be played. Lance stands and lathers me up, spinning me round to wash over my breasts and chest and tummy, I whisper in his ear, "Lance", Play me. Please." I lean in and kiss his lips.

Pulling him to me, my soaped up body slipping over his, my hands run down his back and cup his buttocks, then one scoots round to his front and grasps his length. I squeeze and pump it, enjoying the heavy throbbing in my hand as Lance whispers back, "I'm going to. I'm going to play that tight little soft place of yours." Anal sex is something I've indulged in before, with little success. The guy has enjoyed it, but I haven't. But those words, from his lips, just send a delicious shudder of suspense through my body. I eagerly spin around and present my soft place to him. His fingers work in my softness, the water easing along my back and shoulders, massaging me, helping me to relax. I feel more shower gel being squeezed between my buttocks and then Lance's finger eases into my tight warmth once more. As I accommodate it, another is added and his other hand and fingers gently press against my personal place, the pleasure alleviating the slight uncomfortable pain of being stretched. I enjoy the feeling of his fingers in me, in my soft place.

It feels deliciously naughty and intense. I feel Lance move behind me. With his fingers still embedded in my anal passage he eases his length into my gaping, juicy cunt. "Oh yeah, that's it!" I groan out my enjoyment as he slams into me, his length slips in with no problem and I enjoy the delicious friction his rhythm creates. His spare hand strokes my hip, and I am struck by the comfort and caring shown in that one action. Our moans bump off one another as his body bumps off my buttocks with each thrust they echo around us in the steamy confines of the shower, and I feel as if they wash over our bodies like the constant insistent drumming of the water from above. His length slips out from my sucking, hungering cunt, and I feel his fingers slipping from me, my tiny warmth feeling stretched. I am ready for him as he places his length head at my opening, I feel the rounded head slipping inside of me, and I hiss as it enters, the slight edge of pain is eased by his hands stroking my back and hips.

He presses forward as he feels me relax once more, and soon I am feeling intensely full. He rests his length inside me, letting me become used to the sensation. His hand reaches up and runs along my back and over my shoulder. He presses my arm down, and I slip it from the wall, I lean further in, taking my weight on my other hand and rest the side of my face against the cool, wet tiles. He moves my hand down between my thighs and presses it between my open soft edges.

He moves his hips a little and massages his fingers over my knuckles, pressing my fingers in and onto my personal place. As he starts to slowly establish a rhythm, his hand falls from mine and I continue to press and massage my personal place. The heat of desire flooding me as Lance creates all kinds of forceful, pleasant sensations by gently see-sawing in and out of my tight soft place. "Oh, play!" I cry out, the sensations overwhelming me, my body shuddering and shaking with the severely sweet vibrations running through my soft place and cunt.

The rain of the shower tickles me, heightening the pleasurable experience, until every inch of my flesh is being overloaded with ecstasy. "Susie, Susie." Lance is muttering my name over and over as his thrusts become more frenzied.

I do not know what is falling from my lips anymore, I'm not conscious of the words and noises at all, they're just escaping from my mouth, releasing a little of the pressure as I build up to my explosion. "Oh Susie!" He groans as my softness clenches and my whole body scrunches up with the intense joy of orgasm.

I throb and scream as I cum, the tingle of the shower feeling almost painful as it hits my skin, scorching me and leading me to higher peaks of passion. I feel his nails digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he drives into me, harder and harder, so hard it does hurt, but it hurts in such a way that it makes more explosive orgasms cascade through my body. He growls then roars like a victorious lion as he empties his hot, liquid pleasure into my tight, clenching soft place. I move both my hands to brace against the wall, and feel the length of Lance's chest pressed against my back, his arms wrap round me, holding me as his length pops from inside of me. Carefully, I move round and hug him close. The pitter-patter of the shower echoes around us as we kiss and cuddle and revel in the post sexual bliss.