PROFESSOR PUTNAM Pt.6

Sanity oozed it?s way back and I felt myself breathe again. I relaxed and as my vitals began to settle back into normal range, I became aware again. Stacey was breathing deeply, trying to regain her own composure. Her face was turned sideways, eyes closed. She looked content and happy.

Stacey opened her eyes. She felt content, if not also a bit sore in the appropriate places. Standing, she looked at her Dom and simply said ?Shower?? Seeing him smile made a part of her melt.

?I like the way you think? said I ?Go get the shower started, and I?ll be right there.? I wondered my dick was actually up for this, as I heard the shower come on, and the timbre of the water flow change as Stacey manipulated the controls, getting the water to the right temperature.

Stacey enjoyed being watched as she got in and immediately the water was cascading on her back, and she pivoted so she could face the hot water, but her Dom could see her front. The multiple streams of water hit Stacey square in the chest and water started to flow in small rivers down her breasts, over her areolas and nipples. They were soon hard. She brought up the wash cloth, got it wet, retrieved the bar of soap, and was soon lathering first the cloth, and then her chest.

I guess my dick was up to the challenge, because my hard-on tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I intended to stand out in the cold all fucking day. With a shake of the head to clear way the delirium, I walked over to the shower and stepped in behind her. I reached around and cupped both her boobs, lifting slightly to get more of them and feel their weight in my hands. I drew her into me, as she dropped one hand down to slowly wash her lower areas, and the other reached back to grasp my hard on, which was pressing into her butt crack.

?I really don?t know what I like best; your perfect, fuckable ass..? as I ground my hips into hers ??or these made-to-be-squeezed and sucked-on-tits?. I added an extra squeeze of her melons for emphasis. She groaned so I added ?Is you plan to fuck me into a heart attack and leave me for dead in the shower?? I asked deadpan.

Glancing back she grinned and replied sarcastically; ?Sir, I thought you were young enough to take it.? And she pushed her hips back into me for emphasis.

Stacey had lathered up the wash cloth as we talked and now turned to face me. She took old? Mr. Stiffy in the soapy cloth and started to stroke him up and down, slowly. Any ?slack? left in the old penis was shortly gone, and the old boy was now at full attention. I stopped her, and took the cloth from her. I added more soap and started to clean her, beginning with her boobs. I slowly rubbed the tops and sides, making sure the rough cloth dragged over her sensitive nipples as often as I could.

Stacey liked that her Dom was paying attention to her in this manner. Yes, it was sexual, but unlike older men, her Dom was taking his time,