“Gently, start by washing myself first.”
I sprayed shower gel on his body while he was still clothed. We had to take the boat from Toulon, and the crossing took about an hour and a half. It had become so erotic that it could give a Senegalese regiment a hard-on. Over her swimsuit, she wore a light white cotton dress with thin straps, leaving her shoulders and upper body free. After composing herself, she got out of the shower, wrapped in a large towel. “I noticed you enjoyed seeing me like this, so come soap me up if you want.”
I quickly undressed and pressed myself against her, a strong erection clearly visible. Involuntary exhibition, but how subject to foreplay. We boarded the boat and I suggested we sit at the back, where, normally, there’s less movement, and especially not in the cabin where the lack of air could make her sick. She said to me,
“Give me a few moments and come find me.”
I continued my shower to remove the salt that had settled on my body, my mast straightened and raised.
