The hot water of the shower beat against her buttocks. Kris' fingers, as they massaged her back, only increased the sensuous, tingling feeling. In the candlelight, he looked handsome and she enjoyed the sensation of his body against hers. While she could not really determine his age, Kris' was older than most of her clients. Yet, he awakened feelings within her that few others had. Vicki nuzzled against his wet chest. Her tongue traced aimless patterns while her fingers ran up and down his crack. His hardness pressed against her stomach.
The cool darkness of the bedroom was in sharp contrast to the heat, which raged through Vicki's squirming body. Thrilling waves of excitement spread out from the focus of Kris' tongue. It darted, probed, and danced over her clit. Her breath came in a series of short vocal pants as his fingers teased the engorged folds at the front of her ******. She twisted in ecstasy once more. Vicki's hands reached out and pulled Kris' head hard against her. She squeezed him with her thighs. She shuddered, writhed, and slipped into oblivion.