Cleaning Up

His hands were shaking a little as he opened the wine bottle. God knows if this one is any good he thought, it cost enough. He took the bottle and two glasses through to the lounge and set them down. She watched him come in with that slight smirk, the half smile he could never decode. He'd been at the company for nearly 6 months now and she'd invited herself round telling him she thought it important for a line manager to get to know her team outside the office. He'd seen some of the looks the others had given each other when he told them that.

He'd spent some time cleaning his flat before she arrived, or at least hiding some of the things he thought she'd think were juvenile. They were all stuffed in his wardrobe. He wasn't sure how old she actually was, but she looked amazing sitting there. Her legs were crossed, tanned and lightly muscled. The curve of her thigh disappeared under a short floaty skirt. Above that he was trying not to stare at the low necked white vest under her loose open blouse. Her necklace ran down into the curve of her breasts and he could detect no evidence that she was wearing a bra. Her hair was held up apparently artlessly but to devastating effect.

She'd caught him looking. Sitting next to her he quickly poured her some wine. She took it and put it to her mouth still seemingly slightly amused. He poured himself some and sipped it not sure whether to start a conversation. She put the glass down and licked her lips lightly before kicking off her shoes. They both spoke at once, he stopped himself at once and apologised, she laughed and put her hand on his knee. He put his glass down on the table but caught it with his hand as he moved it away. It tipped, inevitably, its contents uncontrolled onto the table top and beyond, splashing onto his trousers and the bottom of his best polo.

She took control of the situation. Taking his hand she swept him to the kitchen asking for a towel. In the bathroom he said. She led him through and stood him against the sink. Taking a flannel she wet it under the tap and wiped at the wet mark on his trousers seemingly unconcerned at the intimacy of where she was touching him. She wet the flannel again and rubbed at him in a wider arc he could feel her fingers brushing his cock - did she know? Was this...? Should he...?

Now she was in control again. They had to act fast to stop this staining. She steered him into the bath and took the overhead shower hose from its holder, starting the water and waiting for it to warm. Then as he stood there she directed the spray directly at his crotch, he could feel his cock starting to grow with the delicious agony of the unwanted erection. Muttering something about them needing to soak she undid his belt and to his thrilled dismay yanked them down. He'd put on his best boxer briefs for the occasion but they were white - probably completely transparent by now - and tight and his cock was starting to strain at them. As she finished removing his trousers he turned away from her. Looking behind him he saw her put the trousers down and leave them, turning back to pay him attention.

Without speaking she turned the shower jet back on him, wetting the rear of his boxers. She felt his butt with the other hand as she did so, admiring the curve and the firmness. Then she climbed into the tub to stand behind him and ran the water jet up his back following it with her hand. His excited terror started to subside as the warm jet ran up his back and her hand caressed him through the wet cotton of his polo shirt. He turned back to face her and she continued to soak him down, the cotton clinging to his toned body which her nails tested as she headed down his chest and towards his crotch. Finally her hand reached his cock in its wet fabric prison. She knelt down and directed the stream of water onto it, feeling its shape as if deciding whether to let it out.

His turn. He took her arm and pulled her up and to him, kissing her fully on the mouth. He felt her tongue flicker across to his and her hand now dived behind his waistband to grasp his hot, throbbing member. Still kissing her he took the shower head and trained it on her back. He felt her moan slightly as he doused her from her shoulder down to her legs. He could feel the soft firmness of her breasts pushing against his chest and he longed to see them. She released herself from his mouth, pulled back slightly and took off her loose blouse, dropping it into the shallow water with his abandoned trousers. Her white vest was now slightly transparent, a tease of nipple visible, the curve of her breasts clinging then detaching from the damp fabric as she breathed. He spun her round and held her against him, pointing the shower at her breasts to soak them fully. Like she had done he followed the water with his other hand, discovering her curves and encouraging her nipples to rise up with his thumb through the shining wet cloth of her vest.

She arched her head back against him, her hand had found his cock again, the other up behind his neck. He moved the water jet still lower to her skirt, lifting it out of the way to point the hot jet at the crotch of her knickers and following that with his hand. He kissed and licked her neck as his fingers spread her lips and found her clit. The vein of her neck beating beneath his tongue as she came.

She took the shower head from him and placed it in its mount. Still breathing quickly from the climax she reached up and released her hair from its support letting it cascade down over her wet shoulders. She lifted his polo shirt up over his head and kneeled down. One hand went to his cock still held behind the slick cotton barrier. She ran her tongue along its length through the fabric then with both hands she slowly lowered the soaking boxers down to the floor. She took him in her mouth and held his behind in one hand, the other reaching up to draw her nails down his chest. He put his face under the falling water and closed his eyes, feeling the relaxing impact of the water whilst her tongue worked his cock to the limit. After some time she stood and looked at him then glanced down. Taking the hint he knelt and removed her soaking knickers and skirt. She raised a leg up onto the side of the bath and he tasted her deep inside with his tongue whilst his hands ran along her legs and up to her round cheeks.

He rose up. Between them the only clothing not in the sodden pile on the floor of the bath was her transparent vest. He put his fingers under the thin straps and started to lower it. As he did so he sucked on her nipple through the thin material until the veil was fully lowered and he could feel the rough flesh on his tongue. She ran her fingers through his wet hair as he held her breasts in his hands and devoured them with his mouth. Finally he stood and they faced each other naked. He stepped out of the bath and led her through to the bedroom.