Akira turned, seeing a figure through the steam.
Mei-san stepped into the bathroom, her robe falling to the floor. "Mei-san?"
She stood in the open doorway of the shower, completely naked, her silk robe already a forgotten puddle of fabric on the tiled floor behind her. Steam swirled around her mature, voluptuous body like a living caress.
Akira's eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every inch with raw hunger.
Her face was calm and composed, with gentle yet knowing eyes that locked onto his. Then his gaze traveled lower. Her heavy, rounded breasts hung full and soft, swaying slightly with each breath she took.
The dark pink nipples were already stiff and pebbled from the sudden rush of humid heat, water droplets clinging to the sensitive buds like tiny jewels, making them glisten invitingly.
His gaze dragged further down, past the gentle swell of her belly, straight to the smooth, bare mound of her pussy.
