It was hard to find a moment to themselves. Or a place where no prying, judging eyes could find them
It was hard to find a moment to themselves. Or a place where no prying, judging eyes could find them. While it made thing so much more difficult, and frustrating; being so close and yet never close enough; those brief moments when they could be together were so much more intense. So much more demanding, desperate yearning to express how much they desired, needed, couldn’t live without. But in the shower they could stand as just themselves, with nothing between them, but the air and nonchalant drops. The shower would cover the little sounds, and they could keep quiet the bigger ones. No sooner was the water running that she fell on the other’s breast, desperate to touch her completely, and to let her know how much she needed…. -- source link