Written in collaboration with Tammy NG

They arrived home at 2:30 A.M. after a six-hour, non-stop motorcycle ride.

Tired and dirty, they decided to shower together before turning in. They held each other close as the warm water washed over them, kissing and enjoying the face-to-face contact and conversation they were denied on the bike. Although tired, they laughed and rubbed themselves playfully against each other: the 40-year-old half-Armenian bearded malcontent and the 20-something Chinese clarinetist.

After shampooing each other, soaping escalated into slow foreplay. He held her against him, her back against him, his cock nestled in between the cheeks of her ass. He slowly rubbed himself between her ass cheeks and she smiled to herself as she felt him harden against her.

He removed the hand-held showerhead from its holder where it had rained down on them and switched it to the setting for a concentrated, pulsating spray. He moved the hard/soft sputtering stream of water over the front of her: shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs, tickling, sensual, wet and warm. She moved her hand over his, holding it warmly and guiding the pulsing spray where she wanted it.

She had him spray the insides of her thighs, but avoiding her mound, then onto her hips and then back up to her breasts. He moved his mouth around to suck and nibble on her ear lobe and brought one hand up to caress her breast. They moved the spray down toward her pussy. They moved it quickly across her mound and she smiled widely, then down and up the insides of her thighs. They playfully fought, he trying to move the spray directly onto her mound, she trying to tease herself a bit more.

He began to suck and nibble her neck. She gasped softly and brought his hand and the spray onto her mound. Sharp pulsing but soft/hard water parting the matted black thatch and then softly pounding and parting the lips underneath. She stiffened and bit her lip. He began thrusting his cock between her wet soapy ass cheeks a bit harder. She always liked that. She tried to use the pulsing spray to trace a line along her labia and over her clit, trying to concentrate near, but not always on the hardening nub.

She was squirming against him and he was sliding even more intently against her. She desperately tried to keep the pounding spray just on the spot, right there, keep it right there ... she came, almost losing her footing and pushing him back against the wet tile wall. She stiffened and pulsed herself, never shy about being noisy in the shower, calling out his name, calling him 'Baby." She felt him groan deeply, bite her shoulder and come on her ass, the warm cum with the warm water still beating against them.

They toweled each other off, kissing, cuddling, embracing and then crawled into bed. The long day finally hit and they were both asleep in each others arms in minutes.

9 A.M.

He awoke first to find himself on his side, lying against her. She was lying on her stomach and his left leg was draped over her legs and ass. He smelled her hair and the kiwi-strawberry-whatever-it-was scent of the shampoo from just a few hours before. He lay there for a few minutes, just watching her sleep, reminding himself of how lucky he was to be here, and for them to be together after all this time.

He placed his palm on her shoulder and very softly, very slowly ran his flat palm over her shoulders, then again. Then slowly, down the ridges of her back, his fingers running along her spine.

His hands. Strong, but soft. Large, but not ungainly. "Perfect for grabbing my ass, while he licks me," she liked to say to women friends.

He softly kissed her shoulder as he continued to run his palm up and down her back, slowly over her shoulders and then back down, but not yet touching her ass.

He could not quite tell exactly when she woke, and he could not see the smile that spread across her face soon after, but he did get to hear the "Mmmmm!" she made just afterward. He whispered, "Lie still," she smirked, "Talked me into it," almost into the pillow, as he continued to run his hand over and over her back - smoothing, caressing, warm on a June morning.

He bent over to nudge her long black hair away from her neck and then kissed the back of her neck just as his hand moved onto her ass.

"You're hired," she said.

He moved his hand over her ass cheeks several times and then returned to her back, moving completely over the length of her back and then onto her ass again.

With one finger he traced the inside of her thighs. She squirmed and separated her legs for him. His hand returned to her ass, rubbing the soft skin of her cheeks in a slow circle. He watched as she shivered, and a wave of goosebumps spread across her flesh, only to subside again.

With two fingers he began to trace the valley between her ass cheeks, one on each side. From the bottom of her spine until he felt the hair of her pussy, then circling one cheek or the other to return to where he had started. As his hand followed her curve he would slow and reverse and knead her resting muscle. He heard her sigh.

At the end of one sliding traverse of her ass, his hand stopped and began to creep further on, rubbing the small space between her ass and her pussy. Tight little circles, pressing firmly into her, alternated with a back and forth that pulled alternately at her ass and pussy. He felt her twitch, her hips move against the bed.