It seemed like fate had brought them to this place. Two lonely people, who had secretly been horny for each other for so long. And fate had removed all the obstacles and thrown them together in a pressure cooker. Who could resist? Why resist? It seemed pointless. Society might not approve, but were they really doing anything so wrong?
Sex with Daniel had been wonderful. It was fucking fantastic. They had a delicious little secret, and out in the world, everything was still OK. Nothing was messed up at all. And now they were going back there, to their special secret place. With nothing to do all day, and maybe longer, except get naked and make love. If they hadn’t been carrying all this stuff, she was so frisky she felt like challenging Daniel to a race to see who could get back there first. Winner gets to fuck! Well, really, everyone would be a winner.
“When we get back, I can’t wait to get out of these hot, sweaty clothes,” Daniel said, as they neared the motel.
“Yeah, and wash off all this dust. You’re turning into a dirty boy,” Amanda replied, almost, but not quite breaking the terms of their agreement.
First thing in the door of their room they practically dropped all they were carrying and started immediately removing their clothes. Daniel was fully hard as he made it over to the tub first, and started to drain the old water from the night before. Amanda wasn’t far behind as she grabbed the showerhead on the hose. Daniel noticed there was a frame where they could hang it for a shower.
“No.” Amanda said. “I want to wash you. Gotta make sure you are good and clean.”
“OK,” replied Daniel, thrilled by the idea. She had briefly helped him in the bath all those years ago when he was a little boy and she was first his babysitter. He wondered if she remembered.
Amanda remembered. But Daniel was a much bigger boy now. A much, much bigger boy. She enjoyed letting her hands roam all over his body with the slick, soapy shower gel. He used to be skinny but now he was lean. Those were a man’s muscles she could feel in his legs and arms and chest. She delighted in squeezing his tight little ass, and made extra sure that big, throbbing pole he had sticking out got extra, extra clean, and that nice soft sack underneath it too. What would she do with it after she got it clean? She wasn’t quite sure yet. She was sure she’d think of something.
And then it was Daniel’s turn. From the way he touched her it was clear that he worshiped her body. His touch was firm and caring, yet sensual. He wasn’t timid. He wasn’t rushed. He was savoring every inch of her, making love to her with his hands, even though they barely stopped to linger on her breasts, or her ass, or around her pussy. Everywhere he washed the soap off, kisses followed. They both knew they had all the time they needed, time enough to thoroughly enjoy the wonder of each other’s bodies, and to truly feel the need their bodies had for each other.
After washing each other off, they didn’t fuck immediately. They didn’t have to. Daniel’s cock was hard, of course, but they both enjoyed that. Amanda enjoyed teasing him, and, at least for a while, Daniel enjoyed being teased. It just built the tension for later.