John groaned at the pleasure of her touch. He only relaxed when Tara said, “Maybe I should stop - for now.”
“That was so hot,” John said. “I thought I was going to explode.”
Tara flashed her eyes. “Now, you know how I felt when you were washing me,” she murmured.
As they embraced and kissed, the gentle spray of water ran down over their naked bodies. Tara pulled away and, in a sultry voice, said, “I think we’re finished.”
John helped Tara out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and passed one to John. After drying off, Tara gave John an innocent smile. “It may not be on for long, but shall I put on a nightdress? Or not?”
Not waiting for a reply, Tara led him into the bedroom, then took a light green negligee from a drawer. “You might like this one,” she said.
John, all but
