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I hate having dry skin. Mostly, it occurs on my legs; all that shaving cream and razor scraping zaps the moisture right out. Naturally, then, part of my daily toilet is moisturizing these gams post-showering. Lately, I've had some help.

Showering a duex doesn't thrill me, someone's always standing in the cold, blocked from the warm stream of water. So, we manage solo bathing - me second (I take longer). After all the usual lather, rinse, repeat I turn the water off, step out - wrapped in an oversized towel and pull out the moisturizer. Then he appears in the doorway.

He is a vision - makes me swoon just looking at him, clothed or not. My fault (if you want to call it that) is always dating beautiful men. Shallow? Yes, guilty as charged. Shallow, but still picky - they must have a brain to match the bod. I've been lucky thus far. This man fits the bill to a tee. He stands 5'11", tall enough to lean upward to kiss (I'm 5'8") and not feel insecure when I'm wearing high heels standing near him. But, not so tall as to make me feel less than equal, demure, fragile. His body is that of a mountain biker, rockclimber, sunbaby - muscular, but not too bulky; skin - satiny, butter pecan flavored, with freckles from the hours and days outdoors. His hair hasn't been cut since 1982 - long, coffee-colored locks to get lost in during sex. This is the image propped up in the doorway - wearing only shorts and a smug grin. Who could resist? Not me.

I hold out the tub of moisturizer, and he bends to kiss me while taking it from my hand. The kiss is a mixture of that cup of joe on the bathroom counter and the flouride paste in the drawer - your typical morning kisses. In no time, he's on his knees at my feet, taking one of them in hand and working cocoa butter into the flesh with the other. Instinctively, I close my eyes and moan. Have I mentioned my hands-on foot fetish before? Well, I have now. Touch the little tootsies, or let me fondle yours and the hormones begin their rush.

My boy-toy is working up my legs in no time; kneading lotion into my muscular calves, but still softly caressing my skin. By the time he's up to my knees, my pussy is tingling and the hairs on the back of my neck are on edge. His fingers reach under my towel to rub cream into my thighs, and I stretch back against the counter, letting the towel fall from my breasts, and unfurl altogether. He looks up at me from his position on the floor - half drinking in my naked body, half silently asking to play. His eyes look like a pleading puppy's, which makes me giggle. His tongue circles my belly-button, then slides to the down triangle between my legs. I can feel a thumb circling my clit, and sliding into my pussy - I start to moan, my eyes close. He works the cocoa butter between my legs and into my ass. He knows this is my weakness. With one finger under his chin, I lift his face so his eyes meet mine. Then, I turn to face the bathroom counter and spread my feet further apart on the floor.

I can see our reflections in the mirror, and feel the head of his dick pulsing against my asshole. I ask for a little more lotion and he slides himself fully inside me, pinning me against the counter. We both let out audible cries. It doesn't take long - my ass is tight, his dick is throbbing, and we';re getting off watching ourselves in the big mirror. I'm bucking to meet his rythm, first achingly slow and teasing, but building in speed and fervor. One hand drops to my clitoris - pulling and circling the labia beneath. He has one hand on my ass (making lovely slap, slap, slapping sounds) and the other grabbing the hair in back of my head, pulling my neck back. I love this feeling of control - or my lack there of, while being fucked. My cunt pulsates harder and stronger, and I close my eyes - white streaks and explosions appear and my pussy spasms into orgasm, and gushes with cum all over the bathroom floor. He quietly orders in my ear, "Look in my eyes"! I see him in the mirror - all sweat and flesh and heat as his hips give their final thrust and he spills his load into me.

We're both spent, and lean on the counter for support, waiting for my ass to relax so he can pull out. It does (I do), he does, then we face each other for sloppy kisses - each reaching for the java mug near the sink.

What a way to start the morning.