It was so sweet how ernest he was when he shared his feelings, he a beautiful 21 year old specemin of manhood, myself at 28, putting my undies and bra back on in my bedroom where we'd been meeting for the last week or so.  

"On the nights I don't see you, I've been waking up literally cumming... or I don't wake up but I cum anyway. I have dreams about it.. about this.. being here... It's like im in a sex dream all the time!"

How romantic! *sigh* The heights of the powers of eroticism over the mind of a hormonal young man. There's just this delicious thing that I crave more than anything... well, almost more than anything. The seduction, the mental-FUCK-of it all. I guess experience has helped me understand men, their inner horny-teenage-minds. Lets me slip myself in, under their skin almost unnoticed, and begin to really stir the juicy erotic inner workings...

I stood there at the foot of my bed, looking back at him over my shoulder as he told me this. I bit my lip. I was wearing only a purple thong. I saw the tightening of a new erection.

"I want you to take me. Standing in the shower. Wearing this thong."

And he fucking did. And we both came under the hot water.