Slowly, little soap bubbles make their way down, the foam touching your neck and moving over your perfect collarbone. Lingering there for a while before the steaming water spurs it on to continue its journey. 

Leisurely, almost tenderly, the soap laps around your full breasts, your hands sliding lower to trace a smooth path across your flat stomach to your black hairy mound. 

My eyes follow every movement, until you turn.

With the last drop washing your bum, you end this sensual spectacle.

Your towel, the final curtain, wrapped around yourself, you walk off the stage which is the pool shower.