The day on the boat had been perfect. The weather was pretty much exactly what you’d ask for if you were gonna order it from a menu: mostly sunny, no more than eighty degrees, and just enough of a breeze to cool off the sweat. Lisa drove home smiling, satisfied with another good day.
Scott heard the truck drive up, and sprang into action. First things first, was getting out of his clothes. Which didn’t take long; shorts and a t-shirt are among the quickest outfits to strip out of. Especially when properly motivated, as he was. He knew his wife would be ready for a long steamy shower after being on the lake all day.
He moved through the house quickly, toward the bedroom. When he first pulled off his shorts, his cock was soft - and dangling between his legs. But with each passing second, the knowledge of what would soon happen had given him an erection. By the time the front door opened, it was hard as granite and pointing straight out from his belly.
“Baby, I’m home!” Lisa called out. “I wanna take a shower, and then let’s grill that steak!”
Scott smiled to himself. 'In the mood for meat are we,' he thought. “Sounds good, my love” he answered. “I’ll get your shower started.”
Lisa walked through the house, kicking off her shoes on the way to the bedroom. When she entered the room, what she saw startled her.
Scott stood in front of her, with a big smirk on his face. Instinctively, her gaze lowered, and she grinned back at him. “Is that for me?” she inquired.
“Indeed it is,” he answered. “And I think you are remarkably overdressed.”
He reached out to help her out of her swimsuit, every once in a while "accidentally" brushing against certain areas of her body. For example, Lisa wondered if he meant to slowly rub the back of his hand where an already hard nipple was making itself known inside the fabric.
He made sure to be standing behind her as the last of the suit finally slid down and revealed her ass. He whistled like a construction worker and inched closer to her - one particular part of his body making contact with her left cheek before the rest of him did.
"Mmmmmm, why Mister Bradley... see something you like?"
"Yes, Missus Bradley, I see EVERYTHING I like. How was your day?"
She reached her hand behind her, to squeeze his cock. "The perfect appetizer for my night," she answered. "Join me in the shower?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Scott whispered.
They walked into the bathroom single file, his eyes never looking away from her butt cheeks. When she reached inside the shower stall to twist the faucet, he reached out and caressed the side of her waist, before drawing his body closer. It didn't take long for the water to reach temperature, and they stepped into the steam and closed the door.
Still standing behind her, Scott reached around and cupped her breasts with both hands. The water turned Lisa's skin slippery, and he kneaded her flesh. Squeezing her perfectly-sized tits slowly, he was aware that his dick was as hard as it had been in weeks. He flipped his fingers across her almost equally rigid nipples, pulling on them gently but firmly. She moaned loud enough to be heard over the water.
"Oh, baby," he whispered into her neck. "I've been thinking about this all damn day."
"So have I," she whispered back. "Every time I went under the water, I played with my clit through my suit. I think they caught me one time. No one said anything, but judging from the looks on their faces, they knew what I was doing."
By now, Lisa was grinding her ass against Scott's groin. She couldn't stand the foreplay much longer.
"Scottie, please put it in. I need you inside my pussy. Please. Fuck me!"
The words were barely out of her mouth before he pressed his body against her. Pinning her against the shower wall, he did as requested, and slid his shaft inside her. Slowly.
