Trying not to be too obvious, she stood behind him as his robe slid from his shoulders, admiring the ripple of his muscles as he brought his arms back and let it slide down his arms.  Watching the water climb his legs as he entered the pool brought a soft smile to her face, wishing that was her fingertips that were caressing him instead of the bathwater, amused at the thought that he wouldn't get terribly clean that way.<br/><br/>Following suit she gasped as the water caressed her heated flesh, lathering her hands generously and brushing them over her breasts, unable to resist concentrating on her nipples, eyes closed, head tilted back against the side of the pool.