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The hot shower beat down on me, as I press a hand against the tiled wall and gently trail the fingers of the other over Marie’s body.“Oh god, my husband doesn’t touch me like this,” she gasps as I caress her stomach and inner thighs.“You like this?” I ask, though I already knew she did.“Yes,” she replies with a desperate exhale, “Feels so good to be touched like that.”I’d met her at the gym. I’d been going there for three months. Though we frequented at the same time, we’d never spoken beyond ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’. Marie always included a smile.That was until four weeks ago.I’d caught her watching me set up for a dumbbell circuit in a small alcove off the main room. She’d approached and asked if she could join in, and I’d smiled and happily accepted. In the rest periods, we spoke, and I could see there was more to her sudden interest. Marie positively glowed with nervous energy.Having built up the courage, she’d sat close and spoke quietly and earnestly. A need and want had been voiced, the invitation offered. That day I’d followed her home. No sooner had the front door shut, she was on me kissing me ardently with a clearly suppressed passion. That I hadn’t anticipated or sensed, though I quickly reciprocated.We’d seen each other four times a week since. However, today would be the last time.In şişli escort the present I lean forward, seeing the pulse in her throat, and kiss her neck. Marie’s arms wrap round my shoulders.“Christ you’re handsome, and with the body of a god,” she whispers into my ear.In her late twenties, she’s younger than me and much shorter. Her long brunette hair lies between her shoulders, while her hazel eyes have several laughter lines at their corners. Though she works out, Marie has a full figure. Not fat, simply full breasts, wide hips, and strong thighs.After a few more strokes, I lightly touch the wet, brunette bush between them. Slowly brush my fingers through it, and graze either side of her pussy. Marie mewls, tensing in pleasure. A flushed glow passes through her skin.“Sensitive,” I say, as my fingers run the length of her again.She looks at me, eyes filled with multiple emotions; guilt, lust, uncertainty, desire, pleasure.“We can stop if you wish.”“No, don’t. I need this.”In one swift motion, she pulls my face to hers, and our lips meet once more, tongues tasting each other and the water. My thumb touches and rubs the hard nub of her clit. She moans into my mouth. I feel the rush of excitement pass through her, the minute vibration that comes from deep within. Slowly but confidently, mecidiyeköy escort I part the soft folds of her pussy and stroke between. Marie’s breasts rise and fall against me, as one hand moves from my neck, and begins stroking my erection.“Mmm, that’s good Marie,” I say.“God, my husband is never this hard,” she comments, pushing her hand firmly along my shaft, drawing the skin further away from the head.Leaning back, once more the flushed glow passes through her cheeks and chest. I slide a finger into her. Marie responds by tilting her hips forward and begins gyrating on my finger. Clearly wanting more, I slide in a second.“Oh fuck, yes!” she whimpers, rocking against them.I quickly find a rhythm, thrusting and flexing my fingers, increasing and decreasing the tempo. Watching her body respond as I masturbate her is a wondrous sight. The warm pleasure glows to my eye.There’s no need for words as the minutes pass. All I do is watch, feel and listen to Marie. Her moaning increases in frequency and loudness, body shuddering, pussy pulsing and throbbing with each thrust and flex of my fingers. The stream of water always adds another dimension to the experience, seeming to draw out the pleasure.Suddenly she tenses, pussy walls contracting around my fingers.“Oh fuck, fuck!” she cries, followed by a primal moan, hips jerking several times.Finished she rests her head against my chest, breathing hard, as I stroke her hair.“That was… incredible, I’ve only done that myself,” she says, some moments later, “I have to tell Joe a little lie when he fingers me. Now I want to see you cum.”Unsurprised by her eagerness, I raise her chin and kiss her gently, as her hand begins stroking me again. Keen to bring me to climax, she strokes faster, drawing a deep breath from me. After some moments, the tell-tale feeling fills the base.“Marie, I’m close.”Her face fills with colour, with the increase in her own breathing rate. I hold back for a few moments, as she watches hungrily.“I’m cumming.”My cock throbs and pulses in her hand, as I ejaculate onto her breasts and stomach. Marie continues stroking, until the last few drops and uses her thumb to smear them over the head. The sensitivity of the tip causes me to gasp.“Oh, wow,” she says, “Wish I’d had you in me now.”“Soon enough,” I reply, and she bites her lip in anticipation.We stand staring at each other, as the shower washes us clean.As we towel off, I glance at the clock above the sink. I have to meet my friends and colleagues in an hour, but they will understand if I’m late.Casting my eye over her, Marie plays coy, crossing one leg over the other, but her smile says otherwise. I pull her to me and kiss her deeply once more. Already I begin to harden again at the feel of her. A sound of surprise comes from her throat.