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out of the fridge. He was probably thirsty after working in the sun. Feeling the cans and selecting the coldest one, she carried it back out to the solar array. David and the ladder were gone. She tried the maintenance shed next. Again, no David.
    Heading back to the house, she heard what sounded like rain coming from somewhere down by the boathouse. The sound of running water grew louder and for the first time, she noticed a small wooden enclosure near the back of the boathouse. It was set on a concrete pad and sheltered by trees. Four wood panels, each roughly five foot wide by four foot high were raised off the ground a good eighteen inches. Suspended from a pole at one end was a big, flat, stainless-steel showerhead. David’s jeans and a large towel hung over one of the panels. Above the panels, she caught a glimpse of David’s face, turned up to the showerhead and covered in soap.
    An outdoor shower...cool.
    She walked up to the shower and stood outside the latched door. “Thought you might like something to drink,” Samantha said quietly and grinned when he peered over the top of the enclosure at her.
    “I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he grinned and accepted the tin from her. He ducked his head under the water, rinsed the soap away then popped the ring on the can. He poured some of it down his throat, set the can on top of one of the four corner posts, opened the door and dragged her inside.
    “ David, ” Samantha blurted out. Trying to dodge the flow of water, she shook her head when she felt the spray soak through the side of her dress. “I’ll get soaked.”
    “Then take your clothes off,” he murmured hotly and reached behind her and, slowly, undid the buttons on her dress.
    Samantha didn’t protest. Especially when she took her first good look at his body. His very naked, very wet body. Her hand went to the thin rivulet of soap that trailed down his abdomen then crossed his hip before sliding down his thigh. There was a tan line bisecting his belly and the pale skin below only highlighted the dark nest of hair guarding his groin. And the long cock that hung down from it. She couldn’t help but gasp. She’d never seen anything like it. Well, she had actually. She was, after all, a medic but somehow David’s penis was different than a patient’s. It began to stir.
    “I like it when you look at me,” David said quietly. “So does he,” he added with a wry grin as his cock began to thicken and grow even longer. And then her view was obstructed as David lifted her dress over her head and threw it over one of the enclosure walls. He touched her satin bra. The thin strap and the top of one of the cups. “Take this off,” he ordered in a deep, arousing tone. He watched intently as she reached behind her, unhooked it and, slowly, drew it off and tossed it over her dress.
    His mouth opened as he reached for her. He fit his big hands to her breasts and molded them carefully. When he stroked her lightly then drew his rough thumb across her nipple, she gasped.
    His cock continued to rise until the tip of it nestled beneath her breasts.
    Wordlessly, Samantha gave in to her curiosity and touched him, smoothing her wet fingers across the head then down the length. He had no foreskin and that caught her off guard. But then she remembered he’d been born before the Great War. Elective surgical procedures like circumcision had been common then. She found she liked the look of his cock this way.
    Samantha sighed in dismay when David bent quickly, pulling himself from her fingers. Then sighed again when she felt his thumbs slip beneath the sides of her panties and, slowly, draw them off her body and toss them aside. He touched her mound as he straightened. Teasing his fingers into her wet curls, he played with them while she resumed stroking his now fully hard cock.
    The skin on it was delicate and intriguing. The way it moved, like satin over granite. Responding to her lightest touch. Suddenly hungry