You walk in the door after your morning run. I have let myself in and am sitting on a chair waiting for you. You look startled when you see me. "I didn't expect you to be here," you say.

"I know," I reply.

You look at the floor as a little red tinge comes over your face. You normally look perfect but today you just threw on your clothes and went out to run. Your hair, although combed, isn't your normal "every hair in its place" look. You don't even have any makeup on. "I haven't even showered yet," you mumble.

I smile. You are embarrassed thinking you don't look up to your high standards. It hasn't dawned on you yet that I don't really care how you are dressed or how you look. You are still you. I stand not answering you. I walk to you and take your hand. You smile meekly but still can't bring yourself to look at me. I lead you to the bathroom.

Once there, I turn to look at you. I can see beads of sweat on your forehead from running. Without saying anything, I gently grab the bottom of your tee shirt and lift it. You raise your arms and let the top slip off. A bead of sweat trickles down your chest. I watch it go down the valley between your small but well shaped breasts. I drop your tee and reach for your shorts. Slowly I push them to the floor and you step out of them. Your small frame is now only covered by your panties and bra.

My arms go around you and I kiss you deeply. I feel your arms encircle my neck. Your body melts into mine as you return my kiss. As our lips meld, I find the clasp of your bra and undo it. I reach up and take your hands, unwrapping your arms from around my neck. I back away from you, releasing your hands. Your arms go to your sides and your bra falls to the floor.

I pause to admire your breasts. Some might think them small but to me they are perky and perfect. Your nipples are hard and stiff, framed on your ivory skin by your brown areolas. Even without a bra, you show no sag. I watch as your chest expands and contracts with every breath. "Such beauty," I think to myself.

I kneel in front of you. My hands go to the waistband of your lacy panties. Slowly I peel them down to reveal your well trimmed, triangular bush. My hands glide your panties from your feet as you step out of them You are now standing before me in all your glory. I lean forward but you back away. You are afraid your morning run may have caused an odor on you. My hands raise to your small but firm ass cheeks. I don't care about any perceived odor. I want you. I pull you to my face. My lips plant a gentle kiss on your pussy lips. You respond by opening your legs some. My tongue finds your clit as it stiffly pokes out from between your beautiful nether lips. I draw imaginary circles around your button with my tongue. I hear you gasp.

I back away and now hear you softly groan in disappointment. I stand to find a little pout on your face. The expression makes me smile which in turn turns your pout into a smile. I back away and undress. You watch me in silence. As my underwear drops, my cock bounces ending up standing straight and tall in your honor. I take your hand and lead you into the shower, turning on the water.

You reach for the soap but I stop you. "No," I say softly as I take it and start washing you. Using only my hands, I lather you up making your skin slippery. You close your eyes as I start soaping your neck, continuing down your front until I have reached your feet. I pay particular attention to your breasts and pouting pussy. I stand and ask you to turn around. You are breathing heavily now.

You face away from me and put your hands on the shower wall for support. Again I start from your neck. As I work my way down to your tiny bubble butt, I feel you flex. Past memories have made your ass sensitive. My sudsy hand slides down your crack and between your legs. I feel you stiffen some as I slowly move my hand past your rear opening. I linger there for a moment but do not try to penetrate. I feel you once again relax. I kiss the back of your neck, holding my hand still, before working my way down your legs.

I drop the soap and reach for your shoulders. As if on command, you turn to face me. We kiss passionately. I can no longer resist you. I push you against the shower wall and your leg rises to my hip. My body pushes into yours. We resume our kissing. My stiff cock searches for your love canal. I feel your opening and push in slightly. Your lips part and I enter you. A groan comes from my throat as you gasp. Both your legs wrap around me

Gentle and slow has left us. I push into you hard as your hips push back to slam into mine. My cock buries itself in your sheath. I feel your warm wetness surround me. We both moan in unison. Lust overtakes me and I start pumping with a vengeance. Your ass bounces off the shower wall as you meet my every thrust. The water is pouring down on us as I fuck you. No one has ever excited me the way you do. I cry out as I push as deep as I can into you. My cock twitches and then pumps out my seed. You stiffen and inhale sharply. I know that you too are climaxing. We become one as orgasm flows over us.

It is over but I don't want to pull out of you. We lay still, the water from the shower raining over us. Your eyes are closed and there is a smile on your face. I kiss you, slipping my tongue between your parted lips. You moan softly as our tongues play their game of tag. I feel disappointment as my softening dick falls out of your warm pussy. I straighten, helping you stand with me. I take the soap and lather your pussy again. My fingers part your lips washing the cum out from within them.

You then take the soap and wash me. Your loving massage awakens my spent soldier and again he rises. You smile at me and take my hand. It is now your turn to lead. I gladly follow you into the bedroom.