Next time, next day I woke up, naked and alone, in a strange bed. I needed to pee. I vaguely remembered that there was a bathroom close by, and staggered in that direction. I noticed a silky blue teddy crumpled on the floor, and began remembering the lovely events of last night. I could hear mouse-like footsteps in the kitchen overhead, and was greeted outside the bathroom door by my Liz, wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and carrying a breakfast tray. "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed--but since you're up, what say we have this in the hot tub, instead?" She set the tray down on the couch and moved to slide open the door to the enclosed porch. She had apparently already uncovered the hot tub and turned up the temp, for whisps of steam were rising into the chilly early spring air. She looked back at me as she let her robe slide away, and quickly immersed herself into the warm water. I fetched the tray and followed suit. We sat quietly for a few moments, nursing our mugs of coffee, before she spoke. "I hope I wasn't too much for you last night..." "Liz. Even if you were, how could I ever complain? You absolutely rock my world..." She grinned. "You're really fun to play with. And everytime I think about it, I seem to come up with more ideas for having fun with you." "Like what?" "Oh, we'll see what happens next. But in case you hadn't noticed, we're sitting in a hot tub, naked. So maybe something or other might occur to you..." She reached to the breakfast tray and chose a banana from the bowl of fruit. Peeling it slowly, she began caressing it with her lips as she kept her eyes fixed on me. She opened her mouth slightly and sucked the first inch of fruit inside, stroking her tongue slowly around its circumference. "Hmmm, like what, I wonder." My choices for fruit fortunately included a ripe, succulent plum. I engulfed half of it in my mouth and let the juice drip down my chin as I bit into it. Using my tongue I lapped and stroked at the remainder, and sucked its juices. "ooh--you're so naughty..." She slid the peeled banana further into her open mouth, then slowly withdrew it, moaning slightly. My cock was getting the message. I set aside the remains of the plum and moved in close to her, gathering her into my arms. She reached between us for my hardening erection. "I was afraid you might not have anything left after last night." "I'll find a way--but just being around you keeps me hard most of the time." "Mmmmm. But we'd better eat something or we might have a hard time keeping up this pace..." I was hungry, and she'd brought down fancy croissants and jam and some savory cheeses from the deli at the grocery yesterday. "You really planned this out, didn't you?" She blushed a little. "Yeah...I hope you don't mind. I just thought about some things that would be nice..." I kissed her again. "I love you. You make me feel special. I hope I meet your expectations..." "More than. I'm glad you're happy. And the sex is GREAT!" She giggled and kissed me deeply again. We alternated kissing and nibbling on each other between bites of breakfast. At one point she stood up in front of me to adjust the window blinds over her head, and I was rewarded by a close-up view of her beautiful shaved pussy. I planted a light kiss on it and nuzzled. She lowered herself into my lap, and rubbed herself against my hard cock, sighing. "What made you decide to shave there yesterday?" "Oh, there's a bit of a story behind that--actually, if it's not too weird to tell you about, it involves this hot tub in a way. I mean, I usually do trim down pretty close in summer--for swimsuit reasons, you know--but last summer, when Aunt Jean was living here...well. Well anyway, I had the day off, and my folks were working, so I'd kind of slept in. I came down here when I got up to use the treadmill, and Jean was in the tub. We were chatting back and forth and she gets up to get out--and she was stark naked! Well, I shouldn't have been quite so surprised...but then I couldn't help but notice that she was completely bald down there. So I guess I was staring a bit, oh but she's so cool, she just kept talking--and then she just nonchalantly asks me if I'd ever shaved there, and if I wanted to. I know, it sounds a bit creepy, but it wasn't...she wasn't trying to molest me or anything, she's just always been real open about things with me. She's only about five years older than us, and we'd talked before about our periods and sex and guys and girls and stuff and, oh anyway....so I said yes, and we went into her shower down here. So you've seen it--it's a big one, with that molded seat in the corner--so she sat me down there and got a razor and some lotion and showed me how to do it. Oh man...if it had been anyone else..." She was blushing again. "So anyway, there I am shaved, and all slippery inside and out and fucking horny as hell...and she just smiles at me and hands me the showerhead--it's a hand-held, with a massage setting--and says 'I imagine you'll be needing some alone time now', and leaves me there. Oh god...well you know me! I think I was in there for a half hour, masturbating away! One fucking orgasm after another... " "Wow. So there's a family history of hypersexuality, is there?" She snickered. "Maybe a bit. Probably more on Dad's side though. Mom doesn't exactly approve of Jean's 'lifestyle'... By the way, that little bullet vibe I had last night was a birthday present from Jean, after the shaving lesson. Other than that, she never said another word about it. Just gave me a little kiss later that day and told me I smelled really clean! Speaking of which, shall we take a little shower?" I nodded, and we hurried through the chilly air to get inside. The shower was as she described, a full size stall with molded corner seats and a detachable massaging showerhead. She adjusted the water and stepped in, and beckoned me to follow. We took some time to soap each other thoroughly and massage shampoo into each other's scalps before taking time to just embrace and enjoy the warm water flowing over both of us. She tipped my head back and kissed me thoroughly. There was a large pump bottle of some sort of lotion or conditioner or something, and she somehow snuck a handful of it down between us and began stroking my hard shaft with her well-lubricated hand. I moaned appreciatively, and she smiled. "I love your cock, Joel." Holding firmly to my butt, she began sliding her slippery belly over it, and slid lower to cradle it between her breasts. I thought she might continue lower, but she had other things in mind. Standing upright again, she removed the showerhead from its supporting bracket and turned the knob that adjusted the spray. The soft spray was quickly replaced by pulsing jets of water that tingled against my skin. Torturously she directed the spray up and down my spine, then lower into the crack of my ass and along the backs of my thighs. Suddenly she sprayed upward between my legs to catch the underside of my scrotum and I jumped. She giggled and moved it around to my front, and gradually began circling it in toward my cock. With one hand she stroked over the head as she washed the stimulating spray back and forth across my shaft and balls. It was the best feeling I'd ever experienced down there, at least outside of her body, and I sighed and tightened my hold on her. She kissed me and backed away a little. "Not so fast, love. I need to catch up with you." She retreated to the seat in the corner and began showing me again, in detail, how she loved to pleasure her own body. She stroked at her labia with two fingers as she let the jets of water play across her firm breasts. Her nipples tightened even more than they had in the chill of the porch, and she brought her hand up from her crotch to pinch them softly. Sighing, she moved the sprayer lower, letting the jets oscillate over her vulva. Groaning, her mouth open, she moved her hand back to rub her clit in earnest as the spray pelted over her labia and anus. "Ohhhh....oh Joel I'm sorry I've got to....AHHHHHH!" Her cries of pleasure echoed in the shower. I watched in awe as her ass lifted off the seat and the waves of climax washed over her until she relaxed and let the shower fall to the floor. I bent to pick up the sprayer, and knelt to hug her and kiss at her flushed breasts. "Is that what how it was the time you were telling me about?" She just nodded, eyes closed. "You are so sexy when you come. I love watching you." "I feel so selfish..." "Nonsense. Do you want me to do myself? Or...?" "Or what?" "I get fun ideas, too..." "Oh?" "Can you stand up?" "I think so...oh." My cock poked at her belly, and she started to writhe against it, but I gently turned her around to face away from me. As my hard-on slid against her tight ass, she exclaimed, "Oh! OOooh...I think I see where you're going with this! Hand me the shower." She took the sprayer in one hand, bracing against the wall with the other. Bending forward and sliding upward on tiptoes, she spread her legs apart as I held onto her hips. It took a couple of attempts as I bent my knees slightly, but once my cock found her opening I was able to thrust inside her in one stroke. Her channel felt especially tight in this position and she groaned as I pressed fully inside. "Oh god--you feel so big this way...oh..." "Oh Liz. Oh fuck..." She was spraying the water jets upward against my balls and anus. "Oh fuck YES!" she yelled. Just FUCK me, Joel! Unngh." She leaned into the wall, cushioning her head against her arm, while continuing to stimulate both of us with the spray. I began thrusting in and out slowly, feeling the spray that she directed at her clit hitting my shaft until I would be buried fully with in her and it tingled at my balls. Her groaning was loud and uninhibited, and urged me to let out my most instinctive response. Harder I thrust into her, and louder she moaned for me to fuck, Fuck, FUCK her. "Oh god..." There was only one way for this to end. Her moans lengthened into a single groan, which crescendoed into a scream, and I yelled and plunged deeply into her. My cock surged and exploded inside her with spasm after spasm of ecstacy. One last long, low groan and I felt the strength leaving my legs. I tried to lower us to the floor as gently as I could, but it was far from graceful as my cock fell out of her and I fell on my butt, pulling her down on top of me. The shower dangled in front of us, just twisting slowly, occasionally spraying our faces, but we were too spent to care. I leaned against the wall, and Liz leaned back against me, breathing heavily. "Do..you..know...that...you...have just..made me come...THE hardest..and THE longest...that I EVER. Have. In. My. Life?" "I'm sorry. My brain was melting from the orgasm you were giving me, and I kind of wasn't paying close attention." She rolled over on me and smiled a happy, wet, glowing smile. "Does this relationship have any future apart from the mind-blowing sex?" "I hope so...at the very least we can keep really busy trying to top this." "Do you need me to get off of you?" "Oh, at some point maybe. But I'm not tired of having your naked goodness draped over me yet." She kissed me and struggled to her feet. "You're sweet. Do you think you can help my naked goodness dry off and get to bed? I don't want to turn into a prune." "Hmmm. I'm afraid part of me is shrivelling up a bit..." Liz picked up the showerhead, changed the spray to a gentler setting, gave my limp penis a brief wash, then did the same to herself. "He could probably use a little rest. So can I." She held out her hand to me and I wobbled to my feet, rinsing off under the spray. We found towels and helped each other dry off, then stumbled into the rumpled bed. I looked at her beautiful body glowing with the flush of freshly showered, freshly fucked satisfaction, and kissed her gently. "I'm yours", she whispered. "I know. Let me love you." I kissed at the closest breast and reached across to caress its twin with my hand. With a swirl of my tongue, her nipple became erect, and she moaned. "What are you doing to me?" I did not reply, but kissed and suckled some more. She reached for me, and urged my head lower. "Will you?" she whispered. "Please?" There was nothing I wanted to do more. I moved lower to kiss at the nude vulva I'd only briefly tasted. She moaned and mumbled something, tugging at my shoulder and turning herself slightly. "But I want this to be for you," I protested. "It will be. Turn around." I laid down alongside her, giving her access to my still flaccid penis. She gave it a gentle kiss, cradled my balls, and stroked toward my ass. I wasn't responding much, but her touches had no urgency, either. I turned my attention to her slightly parted labia, with the drops of slippery nectar forming on the inner petals. Stroking firmly into her cleft with my tongue, my nose pressed against her inner thighs, and my chin rubbed against the small patch of wiry hair she'd left as adornment. I felt her sighs of relaxed desire blowing against my pubic hair as her hand lazily encircled my soft shaft with gentle strokes. Amazingly, whether it was the slow intensification of her desire I felt pressing back against my mouth, or some primal response to the aroma of her sex, or the result of her gentle coaxing, I felt myself gradually becoming hard again. I felt her take my swelling glans into her warm mouth with a gentle suction, and I repaid the sensation with firm tongue strokes on her hardened clitoris. I loved how the slippery wetness of her labia felt against my lips. I gently opened her vagina with a finger and pressed into the soft ridges of her channel, making her moan and thrust slightly back against me. "Joel--I want you inside me when I come. Please..." I was harder now. I started to pull back to roll on top of her, but she pushed me back on the bed and turned herself to mount me instead. Her slippery wetness rubbed over me, bringing my erection to fullness again, and then engulfing me. "Yessss", she sighed softly. She would take me fully inside and embrace me, sometimes lying still long enough that I thought perhaps she had lost interest and was drifting to sleep, but then pulling back, and stroking slowly over me again. I held her ass and squeezed her gently, caressing her thighs, and letting my hands roam to her back and breasts. "Satisfy yourself, love...hold me inside you. Press your sensitive places against me... Come on me. Come around me, darling. " Eagerly she responded to my urging and quickened her pace. Her vagina squeezed and relaxed, her hips began to swirl and circle, grinding and pressing herself into me. I felt her breathing quicken, then she stiffened, gave a heavy sigh, and lowered her body onto me. "I. Am. Satisfied. Ohh lover....oh so good. Oh don't stop. Don't stop." She kept rocking me in a gentle rhythm, squeezing my hardness tightly inside her. She was satisfied indeed, but determined not to stop until she felt my climax within her. Such loving persistence. She rocked over me and moaned, and in her continued pleasure I reached the place where I could finally hold back no longer. I gripped her tightly and made her hold still against me as I arched my back and let go with a moan. Her vaginal muscles squeezed back tightly and we felt each small convulsion of my climax together. Finally we sighed together, kissed, and rolled apart into sleep. Until the next time...