Chapter 19
"Well, what do you think of that idea?" said Vic about two weeks after we got home.
I was in the shower, thinking. It had in fact been my idea for us to be the tour leaders for all Skinner Specials, but I wanted to lead him to believe it had been his own.
1 don't know," I said, opening the shower door.
Vic stepped in and quickly shut the door behind him. Then he took the bar of soap from my hand and began to lather me.
"It's good PR," I said off-handedly.
"It certainly is that," he said, a hint of joy in his voice. "Since the last trip our bookings have increased 100 per cent."
"They have," I said coyly.
"And that's phenomenal," he exclaimed, reaching down to lather my cunt. "How many companies make that much progress just on one big promotion?"
"I don't know," I answered, going limp. His fingers had entered my hole and his palm was rub- bing my clit with a frenzy. "I don't know," I repeated, my voice husky.
We slid into each other's arms and kissed each other. The water followed our journey to the floor of our small shower stall.
"Tell me," I said, touching his prick. It was hard and I longed for him not to tell me anything, only to show me.
We crossed our legs in back of each other and we held onto each other tightly. His beautiful prick lay between us. Together we held onto it, moving towards each other on the slippery floor. We aimed and found our mark. Perfectly. Kissing, hugging, laughing, talking, groaning.
Together we rocked. On and on and on....