Carol also waited for him. She had pressed the heel of her hand sharply into one muscle group on his back, and then waited a moment and pressed hard in a slightly different spot with the ball of her thumb. James gasped and had started to complain but she had done something ... that small nagging pain he had felt after their slide down the embankment near the Gray Mares Tail falls was gone. From that point on, he let her work, without protest.
When she asked, he simply turned himself around and stood quietly, like some great horse waiting patiently for its curry. Her effort was not, to him, as sensual as had been what he did for her. She was careful and gentle, but workman-like. Even so, the warm water and the caress of her hands at times stirred him. When she finished, it was by gliding the cloth slowly up his front. While she too touched nowhere she had not explicitly been given permission, she did circle his groin once. Then she stood up straight and tall and with that minx of an expression put her arms around him.
That did it. His mind released its restraints, and his arms encircled her shoulders, pulling her to him. The response that had started continued, and her eyes widened at the sensation. At some time while she washed him the deep violet color had faded, leaving her natural green. Now, under the stimulus of skin against skin, the emerald color had lightened to the palest Spring new-leaf shade, and was fading away rapidly toward its silver sheen.
But his stomach, on its own time schedule, was having none of heavy exercise without something upon which to work. It rumbled, a deep, sloshing sound that echoed in the glazed-wall area. Within two seconds there was a second rumble, and one of Carol's hands slipped down to cover her own tummy. Her face took on a shocked expression. That broke the mood. James started to chuckle, and Carol's merry laugh followed close behind.
Without a word, by common consent the pair separated, albeit with a last, lingering kiss. James turned off the warm water as Carol swept the shower curtain aside. By the time he turned away from the valves, she was outside and holding a great fluffy bath sheet for him to use to dry himself. In that mysterious way that women have, she had dried, wrapped her large towel about herself, and turbaned her hair with a smaller cloth before he was done getting his legs dry. Out the door she went, literally skipping, and James was left to follow as he might. By the time he passed through the door, Carol was in a cami top and a pair of panties, and busily engaged in fluffing her hair after toweling it dry.
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