2 comments/ 80819 views/ 1 favorites The Bathroom Surprise By: silverace1 I come into the bathroom just as you step out of the steaming shower. The fan whisks the mist away quickly as you towel yourself dry and wrap a dry towel around your hair to let it self-dry. Taking your scented skin lotion from the cupboard, you smile at me in the mirror as you start to liberally spread the skin softener all over your naked form. Your back curves so sexily as you reach your arms high over your head to reach your upper back. I walk up behind you and taking the bottle of lotion from your hands, take over the application for you. As my hands glide slickly over your back as I rub the lotion deep into the velvety skin I love to touch, you reach up to remove the towel and rub your hair dry. I watch entranced in the mirror in front of us as your beautiful full breasts bob and sway with each motion of your hands. Since I am clad only in my silk robe (tied somewhat loosely around my waist), my cock rises to the bait of those tantalizing globes. I reach around you; my hands still moist with lotion, to cup your breasts in each hand and slowly massage the soothing balm into your flesh. Sighing, you lean back into me – dropping the towel in the process – and you feel the hardness of my cock pressing against your lower back. "Hmm! Seems we might have a little – well maybe not TOO little – problem here, eh?" you say with a throaty chuckle. I smile my concurrence over your shoulder as I continue to knead and massage each tit and then let my eager fingers rove to the pointy little nipples that are growing harder and longer by the second. You growl deep in your throat as my fingers tug and twist gently on each nipple until they are almost achingly tender. Your right hand steals down your flat tummy to tease your wetness and search out the growing excitement of your clit. As you brush across the hard little nub, you arch back harder into me as you flood your hands with your cum! I lift that drenched hand from between your legs and draw the moist and fragrant digits one at a time into my mouth, savouring the delicious taste and breathing deeply so as not to miss a scintilla of the aroma of your arousal. Your eyes are focused on my actions reflected in the mirror and you reach behind you to release the sash on my robe. Turning within the circle of my arms, you take the lotion bottle from me and place it to the side of the counter. You slide your arms softly and slowly up my bare chest until you reach my shoulders. Pushing downwards, my robe slips into a pool at my feet leaving me standing naked and hard in front of the most beautiful sight in the world – you! You stand up on tiptoe to brush your lips over mine and, as you do, your hard nipples scrape across my hard hairless chest and over my own nipples. I feel a jolt pass through me with the combination of those sweet lips on mine and the feel of my man's nipples growing firm with excitement. Our lips begin to crush together as my tongue insinuates itself between your rosy lips and into your mouth. You welcome the intrusion and we are soon exchanging deep passionate kisses as our lower bodies rub against each other. I can feel the dewy moisture of your pussy's emission covering my cock as it slides between your firm thighs. I start to slowly move my hips in a rocking motion as you moan into my kiss with the feeling of my shaft rubbing over your clit! My own precum is saturating your labia with each stroke and I stop long enough to lift you up to sit on the rounded edge of the vanity counter. The coolness of the marble top sends a shiver down your spine as I position the head of my cock at your wide spread cunt. You wrap your legs around my waist to pull me tighter as I enter you one painful inch at a time. It seems like an eternity until my cock reaches far enough to tap your cervix lightly and your legs pull me harder against you as you bite down on my shoulder in an effort to stifle the scream rising in your deepest being as the orgasm rolls through you. "Please, fuck me!" you beg as you try to match me motions with thrusts of your hips. Smiling down at your perspiring face – damp with the exertion of straining to hold off the next orgasm – I move very, very slowly out of you silky pussy until I am barely touching your outer lips. Then, once more, I slide equally slowly back into you and keep repeating this frustrating (for you at least) teasing motion. As I see you exerting an almost Herculean effort to hold back, I reach down between us and with my thumb, I rub your protruding clit in hard little circles. This sends you over the edge as you spasm against me in a series of mini climaxes. "Not fair!" you puff breathlessly. "You didn't cum yet" "Not to worry, my darling" I smiled as I drew completely out of you. "There is so much more to come" With that, I lifted you down off the counter and, turning you to face the mirror, instructed you to bend over and spread your legs wide. Resting your upper body weight with your hands on the counter, you could watch me as I approached you from the rear. I reached down to grip your hips and with one smooth lunge, buried my cock all the way into your soaking wet pussy. From this angle, as I lifted up a bit, I was able to pass over your g-spot with each stroke and this created a trembling response as you shifted your own hips to accentuate the feeling. As my cock was pistoning in and out of your pussy, I wetted my fingers by reaching around and under you to capture fingers full of your cum that was flowing freely. With those now delightfully lubed fingers – oh how difficult it was not to taste you – I started to rim your pink puckered asshole until it relaxed and opened as if winking at me. My two lubed fingers slipped easily completely into the heat of your anal cavity and I match the strokes of my cock with my buried fingers. Sliding out of your frothing pussy with my cock and your warm ass with my fingers, I once again grabbed your hips and with my thumbs spread the cheeks of your firm ass to expose the pucker in all its glory. "Oh, yes!" you cried. "It has been so long! Please slide your cock into my ass and fill me with your hardness. I want, no, I need to feel you cum inside me again" I know how gentle I must be - although we have made love anally several times and we both enjoy it, I am fully aware of the pain it can cause you. Placing my cock head against the star shaped sphincter, I pause for a moment until I feel you start to push backwards onto me. We both know that it is best to let you take your own time and set the pace to give you the greatest pleasure – and that is my goal in all our lovemaking, my sweet baby. With a quiet 'pop', I am inside you but only the crown of my cock. I can feel the unbelievable heat surrounding my shaft as you move further and further along my rock hard member. "Now!" you cry as we both bear down and I am buried completely inside you. I can sense the beating of your heart through the coursing blood vessels inside that warm soft place and I feel the natural lubrication start to cover me. I slowly withdraw and as I do I look down to watch the glistening shaft emerge from your nether hole; it seems to pull the outer ring with it just a bit as I slide back to the depths of your warm welcoming hole. You start shifting your hips again as you cry out for "faster and harder!" I start to pound your bum as we lock eyes in the mirror. Both of us are covered by now with a sheen of lovemaking sweat and as I drive ever deeper inside you, you are plunging your fingers of one hand faster and faster into your pussy while trying to balance your self on the counter with the other. I am holding you up now as I feel your legs start to tremble with the onslaught of an overpowering orgasm. Your powerful anal muscles clamp down and ripple along my cock until I explode inside you and fill your bum with load after load of thick milky cum! I cum with such force that it overflows and runs out along my shaft to cover my balls and your hand which has reached between your legs to cup them. As you squeeze my ball sac lovingly, it milks out the last of the load I have been carrying, further filling you. I pull out of your now filled ass and my cum gushes forth down your leg to cover a goodly portion of the bathroom tile. I lift you up and turn you around to take you into my arms and I tell you for the ten thousandth time how much I love you! Taking you by the hand and opening the shower doors, I turn on the warm water and we step together under the twin heads and take turns bathing each other until we both smell and feel renewed. Turning off the water, I reach out and grab a bath sheet – white and fluffy – and dry you thoroughly. You do the same for me and we turn off the light and head down the hallway to our bedroom where we crawl under the comforter and cuddle spoon like with my hand resting on your breast. I kiss the back of your neck as we drift off into a well-deserved slumber and whisper, "I love you, my darling wife." The Bathroom Surprise I got home from playing basketball, and my mom and her friends were in the middle of ladies bridge night. Two tables with four women each all looked over at me when I came through the door, and I turned a little red. I must have been a picture of loveliness, my sweat stained t-shirt clinging to my chest and back, my damp hair hanging in my face, basketball in the crook of my arm. I waved to my mom and headed upstairs. "Charlie!" she called after me. I turned around and headed back down, peeking around the corner to avoid their eyes. "Did you remember to drop off the movies for me?" "Sure I did." I said. "On my way out this morning." The bridge women were all looking at me, and I started to get that weird feeling again. At 18, I was just barely growing out of that adolescent self-consciousness, and I just wanted to get out of there, go upstairs and hit the damn shower. "Thanks, Charlie." "Sure." I smiled a greeting to the room and trotted up the stairs to the bathroom. Once inside, I stripped off my sweaty t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. With sudden inspiration, I headed back to my room to grab a magazine from under my mattress, figuring to have some fun while they were all downstairs. I wasn't especially in the mood, but like most 20 year olds I had a perpetual hard on, and with my mom's friends all downstairs and no one else in the house, I figured my chances for interruption were minimal. I went back into the bathroom, shut the door, and started to pull down my shorts, when suddenly I noticed a woman sitting on the toilet. It was one of my mom's friends, seated on the toilet facing me, and she had my shirt in her hands, close to her face, as if she'd smelled it. Wide eyed, I started to back away. "Wait," she said, smiling. "Hold on a second." Panicked, I froze. She was wearing a white t-shirt over relatively small but shapely breasts, and her navy blue shorts and underwear were around her ankles. "I'm sorry," she said. Her hair was short and blonde, and except for the lines around her eyes and mouth, I'd have put her closer to my age than my mom's. "The downstairs one was occupied, and I really needed to go. If you can wait just a second, I'll be all through." I was confused, so I complied, just sort of standing there shirtless, and, I realized, with an obvious erection. I started to redden again, trying to hide the magazine behind me, looking at the ground as I felt her eyes on me. "What have you got there?" she asked. "Nothing." I said. "Let me see." I sheepishly held out the magazine. "Oh." she said, looking at the nude bombshell on the cover. "She's pretty. Wish mine were that big." She pushed out her breasts, sort of mimicking the pose. "What do you think?" "I think they're, um, nice." I managed. She laughed. "Mine or hers?" She glanced down at the bulge in my pants. "Both, I guess." I was getting used to this bizarre scenario, becoming more comfortable. As I calmed down, I recognized her as our across-the-street neighbor, Mrs. Finch, whom I'd often admired from afar while doing yard work or washing my motorcycle. She'd cut her hair short, above the collar in a bob-style that looked quite good on her. She sighed, looking up at me. "Mind turning around? I have stage fright." "Oh! Sorry." I turned and faced the door. Suddenly I heard the water start in the shower. "This might help me go. You were going to take a shower anyway, weren't you?" "Uh, well, I was going to wait until you, you know. Finish." "Come on Charlie. We're adults here, aren't we? I know you were going to masturbate to that magazine." I felt my stomach tightening again in embarrassment, but my penis twinged to hear a woman say that word. Masturbate. "So why don't you do it in front of me?" she said in a warm, low voice. "I promise to be much more interesting than an old magazine." She glanced down again at my bulging hard-on, and her eyes locked onto mine. "Come on," she said. "Take off your pants. You won't regret it, I promise." She leaned back on the toilet seat, opening her legs. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a v above her glistening sex, and the pearl of her clitoris stood out redly between swollen pink lips. I slipped my shorts and underwear down to my ankles, never taking my eyes from between her legs, letting my hard cock swing free. I watched her looking at it, and she licked her lips. Her hands ran over her thighs and belly, slowly, almost subconsciously as I stood before her completely naked. "Touch it," she said softly. I reached to the counter and squirted some hand lotion onto my palm, smearing it over my erection, closing my hand around it at the base. I slid my fist slowly up to the tip and then slowly, caressingly back downward. It felt spectacular. I'd never had an audience before, and I didn't expect it to be so arousing. I knew this was not going to last long. "Take off your shirt," I said, surprised at the sound of my voice. She grabbed the hem of the shirt and peeled it over her head, revealing her bra. I started to ask her to remove that as well, but she was already ahead of me, reaching behind her and pulling it off, dropping it on the floor with her shirt. Her breasts were small and perfect, capped with pink nipples taut and hard with excitement. She ran her hands over them, softly kneading, with a soft moan. Her legs shuddered as she touched her nipples. One hand remained on her chest as the other found its way between her legs, two fingers sliding up and down between the slick lips. Her breathing was growing heavier, and her eyes looked up at me hungrily. "Stroke it," she said. "Stroke it faster." I picked up the tempo, sliding my fist more quickly, squeezing my cock at the tip, and smearing the precum up and down the shaft to mingle with the hand lotion. I rolled my head backward and groaned, my legs trembling. "Oh god," she said. "That's it. Stroke your pretty cock...." her hand between her legs moved more quickly in a small circle, while her free hand was locked on her breast, two fingers working the tender nipple. "Fuck your hand," she gasped. "Faster!" Here eyes were locked on my hand and penis, this incredibly beautiful look in her blue eyes, and suddenly, I wanted to be inside her more than life itself. Bending down, I grabbed her around the ass and lifted her onto the bathroom counter. "No," she gasped, "don't....we can't...." Her hands pressed against my shoulders to push me away, and I grabbed them in my own hands, pinning them against the wall above her head, our bodies touching. I pressed my mouth against hers, and her mouth opened, our tongues fencing as our passionate breath hissed in and out of our nostrils. Breaking the kiss, she panted, "Fuck me....Do it now. Fuck me." It wasn't hard....my cock was hovering at the entrance to her pussy, trembling and brushing the tender lips of her pussy as we'd kissed. I kissed her again, not releasing her wrists, and slowly pushed myself into her warm softness, easing in as slowly as I could. She whimpered into my mouth as I slowly slid inside, the tip of my cock brushing her cervix as I entered her completely. My mouth devoured hers as I slowly slipped in and out, bottoming at each tantalizing stroke. Her back arched, pressing her body against me, her hands still imprisoned above her head. She broke the kiss again, her eyes locking on mine. "Oh yes." she hissed softly between her gritted teeth, her body writhing against me, her nipples like little Pebbles. "Oh yes. Fuck me.... that's so good...make me cum." It was now completely out of my control. Gasping and moaning, I started to move faster, slamming my cock into her again and again, making sucking sounds against her pussy as my feet squeaked on the floor. The room had filled with steam from the shower. Her beautiful face contorted into a snarl of pleasure. "You horny little bastard, god you fuck me so good, you're going to make me cum right now, god yes fuck me baby don't stop, just keep fucking me, oh sweet Jesus yes.... oh god..." her voice became a whimper as she writhed and thrashed with orgasm, teeth gritted, her legs locked around me, her arms still helplessly pinned against the wall. My orgasm washed over me like a slow wave, and curled my toes, arched my back, and finally exploded into her. As we came down from orgasm, she smiled at me. "You'd better get into the shower." I nodded, withdrawing my still-hard cock from her. "God that was good." She cooed. "I can't wait until next week's bridge night!"