I have a steamy encounter with a mature man in the bathroom

In the confines of a steamy bathroom, I found myself in the company of a mature man, his age only adding to the allure of the forbidden. His grandson had left behind a clue, a towel on the rack, that led me to him. The sight of his massive member, bigger than any other man's I've ever encountered, was both intimidating and exciting. I couldn't resist the urge to touch it, my fingers wrapping around it, stroking it with a fervor that belied my innocence. He didn't hesitate, guiding me onto the edge of the bathtub, his hands exploring every inch of my body, his tongue tracing a path of desire. The room echoed with our moans, the sound of our bodies colliding, the water splashing against the tiles. It was a wild, primal encounter, a taste of the forbidden that left me craving more.