Penny welcomed the kiss, letting her own lips and teeth gradually open, bringing her tongue hesitantly forward to fence and duel with his in a liquid little dance of rising passion. A little sigh rose deep in her throat as Luke tightened his arms instinctively around her, pulling her closer against him so that her firm spherical breasts flattened sensuously against his chest. The erotic chafing of her own fleshy orbs against Luke's muscular young body forced another whining little moan from Penny's throat, into the warm moist cavern of his hungry mouth.
It seemed to Penny Tucker that she had almost been able to recapture the moonlit magic of last night, as she stood there, slowly disrobing in her own bathroom. Coming to her senses for a moment, she completed the task of skimming her jeans downward and off the tanned columns of her trim legs, kicking them backwards and away to join the rumpled pile of her blouse. Deftly her slender fingers worked their way into the elastic waistband of her tight bikini underpants, and then that last item of clothing was itself inching along the golden line of her hips and legs, soon to join the other pieces of apparel on the floor as Penny stood totally naked before the hissing, steaming shower.
Judging that the shower water was too hot for her liking, Penny reached forward once more, turning the cold water up to greater volume, until a cool shower had replaced the hissing spray of steam. Without hesitation then, she stepped quickly into the shower, basking in the refreshing, rejuvenating coolness of the cascading waters, reveling in the tingling sensation which that gushing stream produced on impact with her flesh. It seemed to Penny that the rhythmic drumming of the water against her body had an almost hypnotic effect upon her, encouraging her mind to ramble back to the events of the previous night and her date with young Luke Hollowell.
She recalled how willingly, almost eagerly, she had gone into his embrace and shared his deep, searching kiss. She had even welcomed the increasingly powerful sweep of his hands along the graceful curve of her spine, not even complaining when those exploring hands made their tentative first move downward toward the curving swell of her tight buttocks.
Luke had touched her there before, on her ass, and despite her initial reluctance, she had learned with time to accept the gesture as part of what she considered their "innocent" love play. God knew that her mother would not have considered it innocent, of course. Her mother had had some very definite ideas about the place of sex in the eternal scheme of things, and she had exerted her full influence in an effort to drill those same outdated beliefs into her two young daughters.
To Lily Tucker, sex had been merely a necessary evil, thought up by God during a weak moment and permitted to continue solely for the procreation of children. It was a woman's cross to bear in life, and a delight enjoyed solely by the male of the species. Good girls simply did not desire or enjoy sex in any form, and that was that. The gospel of Lily Tucker, in a nutshell.
And of course, Mother Tucker was gone now. But even before the hand of providence reached out to induct her into a better world, Penny Tucker and her younger sister Melanie had come to doubt the all-consuming wisdom of their mother's words. Both of them had noticed the birth of new stirring sensations within their budding young bodies, and neither of them had been inclined to accept the antiquated view of sex as nothing but a tiresome burden.
Still, old teachings died hard, and on that moonlit night, as Luke held her tightly against him and his hands wandered more boldly over the firmness of her young woman's flesh, Penny had felt the nagging little voice of instilled conscience crying out in the back of her mind, warning her to stop before it was too late, before she became one of 'those girls'!
And yet, Luke Hollowell's strong hands had felt so wonderfully right on her body, that somehow she had lacked the strength or conviction to halt his advances immediately. Instead, she had weakly decided to revel in the glorious sensations for just a few moments longer before putting an end to the licentious enjoyment. She had been momentarily shocked to feel the budding swell of his erection nudging her loins as he hugged her closer, but her astonishment had quickly given way to a warm fluid sensation of ever mounting excitement.
Luke's hips had taken up an almost unconscious grinding motion, stroking his hidden cock harder and harder against her pinned loins, while his hands became ever more demanding in their journey over her weak and trembling flesh.
Penny was surprised to find herself trembling as she stood there, naked beneath the hissing stream of the shower. The old familiar stirrings had begun within her once more, and she sought to still them by getting on with the business of bathing. Picking up the fat bar of soap from a plastic tray at her elbow, she began to lather her arms and shoulders, sighing with contentment as the cool water and soapy suds cascaded across her chest and onto her flat little belly, trickling deliciously down the valley between her ripe young breasts.
Idly, her mind returning to the events of the night before, Penny Tucker began to slap and lather her breasts more energetically. She barely noticed that her nipples stiffened into instant quivering erection at the first touch of her soft, soapy hands, but she was vaguely conscious of the seductive, enticing feelings which her own caress inspired in her tingling, vibrant breast flesh.
Penny's mind wandered once more back to the previous evening on her porch, while her hands kneaded and massaged her soapy breasts with ever-increasing vigor. She remembered clearly how Luke Hollowell's strong hands had crept slowly but confidently up her sides, finally coming to rest at the underside of her firm swelling breasts, pausing there for a moment as if fearing to go further, to take more liberties with her trembling young woman's body.
When Luke took her breasts fully in his hands, he did so with such suddenness and vigor that she almost gasped in surprise. Having taken the initiative, however, all hesitation seemed to melt away from the young man, and he soon began to fondle the delicious orbs of her tits as if they had always been his to command and always would be. He cupped and rotated those taut young mounds in his hungry palms, feeling the excited little nipples spiking outward through her clothing to chafe against his hands. Penny feared that the milking, massaging strokes of his big hands might make her swoon and faint dead away where she stood on the porch.
Standing there in her own shower, Penny was rather amazed to find that the rotary motion of her own scrubbing hands upon her tits recalled the same sensations which Luke's lewd caresses had inspired. Her nipples were quiveringly erect now, and each feathery stroke of her darting, swirling fingertips sent new jolts of electrifying desire racing downward across Penny's abdomen to explode in the lightly furred valley of her crotch.
Testing her own feelings, fighting down the momentary stab of guilt which rose unbidden in her mind, Penny captured one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Slowly, tauntingly, she massaged that crinkled erectile flesh with strong rotary motions, milking the electric little buds for every twinge of passion which she could evoke. The effort left her weak and panting, leaning against one wall of the shower stall for support.
Losing herself for the moment in a private fantasy world of her own, Penny Tucker was drawn back almost unconsciously to her porch and the lascivious scene enacted there only the previous evening. She vividly recalled the sensations evoked by Luke Hollowell's hands as they stroked and fondled her tits, driving her to the very brink of a frenzy with his passionate manipulations. Penny had clenched her firm thighs tightly together where she stood, almost losing her balance as she fought to quell the mounting flames of lust then burning in the luxuriant valley between her legs.