You cupped your indescribable hand in the pool of the fountain and drew it back filled with cool water. This you trickled on her open body, between breasts down to low belly, and rubbed barely tracing, a touch so light it called on all of me to express delight through silence, all being was centered on the movement of your fingers, and followed the meeting of skin on skin through infinitely nuanced raptures of friction tickle. That the body could be a source of pleasure was a revelation to end all time.