[Complete with the motion right across his chest. Frank follows her in and he steps close behind her. His hands wander as much as the water does over her body.]
You really feel good, you know.
[To touch. To fuck. At ease, soldier. Best not to catch feelings before being deployed. More than that, she's a lady trying to make a buck. It's not like that. Still he lowers his head to her shoulder to kiss her.]
[That feels like the standard response here. Frank rolls his neck and snickers. He's about to blush at all with a simple sentiment. There's still a warmth in his chest. Standing close to her from behind. The height difference and small room of tiles it's cozy and intimate still.]
That--yeah, that'd be just perfect.
[Time's up? Is it coming up that fast?]
Maybe...maybe not in here.
[Oh damn though. That doesn't mean he's going to get his hands off of her.]
[ She moves her arms behind her, to wrap around his neck, causing her chest to arch out more under the water. He definitely has a way of making her feel sexier. Natasha still isn't sure how or why. ]
[Feeling her body move as they huddle under the spray he is compelled to just cup her breasts again, kissing her shoulder.]
You fit nicely.
[In the shower, up against him. He lightly closes his eyes. Another hand rubs down her chest to her belly, to the slick dusting of red hair and lower still.]
[Frank wants to ask if she is always like this. If she is always this sweet, this charming....do compliments spill from her lips this much? Natasha has been wonderful to him. And as much as he wants to know this is her job. Again he finds himself getting caught in the tangle of his thoughts.]
Would it count if--if I got you off first?
[Only because he wants to keep touching her. His pointer and middle finger slip up into her pussy. The wetness there has nothing to do with the shower.]
[ Compliments come often for the clients she takes. But rarely is she ever this genuine around them. She has to put on a show and act like she's getting off even if she isn't. With Frank... she doesn't have to pretend even a little. Everything he does gets her hot all over.
Biting back a moan as she feels his fingers enter her, her pussy still so sensitive from before. But she won't stop it. This is the most a guy has ever tried to get her off. ]
I'll allow it.
[ Natasha rolls her hips down onto the fingers with a soft cry. ]
[For allowing it. So it's a freebie. Though Frank isn't sure who has it better in this moment. His fingers slip and work, delving in deep a few times before coming together to rub at her clit.]
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[Complete with the motion right across his chest. Frank follows her in and he steps close behind her. His hands wander as much as the water does over her body.]
You really feel good, you know.
[To touch. To fuck. At ease, soldier. Best not to catch feelings before being deployed. More than that, she's a lady trying to make a buck. It's not like that. Still he lowers his head to her shoulder to kiss her.]
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So do you.
[ She bites down on her bottom lip before adding, ]
You want to go a third round before your time's up?
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That--yeah, that'd be just perfect.
[Time's up? Is it coming up that fast?]
Maybe...maybe not in here.
[Oh damn though. That doesn't mean he's going to get his hands off of her.]
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Not in here. Not big enough.
[ Though if it had been... ]
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You fit nicely.
[In the shower, up against him. He lightly closes his eyes. Another hand rubs down her chest to her belly, to the slick dusting of red hair and lower still.]
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Could say the same... to you.
[ She almost laughs at it because they really do seem to fit well together in the physical sense. ]
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Would it count if--if I got you off first?
[Only because he wants to keep touching her. His pointer and middle finger slip up into her pussy. The wetness there has nothing to do with the shower.]
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Biting back a moan as she feels his fingers enter her, her pussy still so sensitive from before. But she won't stop it. This is the most a guy has ever tried to get her off. ]
I'll allow it.
[ Natasha rolls her hips down onto the fingers with a soft cry. ]
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[For allowing it. So it's a freebie. Though Frank isn't sure who has it better in this moment. His fingers slip and work, delving in deep a few times before coming together to rub at her clit.]
For everything really tonight...