After sex and after cuddles and after the nap, we awaken to find Jamie not in bed. After the briefest search, we discover her in the shower, her head lifted into the stream, her arms up to embrace the warm comfort of the water.

We watch for a time, our attention thorough and rapt, delighting in each droplet of water as it coasts down Jamie’s lovely skin, but abruptly Jamie, because she’s noticed us or because the water has turned cold, bumps the shower off with her bottom and turns to us, a mischievous twinkle to her eyes. She steps out of the shower, and without pausing to dry herself gives us a come hither look and leads us back into the bedroom, where she folds herself onto the thick carpet, affords us another naughty glance,

and begins to masturbate.

We love watching Jamie pleasure herself. Her fingers move slowly at first, an incomparably erotic dance, but then faster, teasing and pinching and tugging a nipple, frisking her clearly erect clitoris, and suddenly there is the first spasm, and her whole body locks, profoundly still,

all but her cunt, which opens and closes and opens again, expulsing a mix of our cum.

The contractions continue for some glorious seconds. When the orgasm at last concludes, Jamie sighs, smiles at us, stands with only a trace of a wobble, and leads us back to the bathroom, to the shower, where she turns on the water and lets the warm stream have its way with her.

We watch for a while and then, in every way possible, we join her.