0 comments/ 8230 views/ 1 favorites Late Night Shower By: serenitychick "Of course it's never that easy." Branwyn muttered to herself as she turned over yet again, flipping her pillow over in the process and trying to find the elusive cool spot on the pillow case in which to rest her head. She closed her eyes against the darkness of her silent bedroom and sighed, waiting for the moment when sleep over took her and finally allowed her mind to rest. But it wasn't meant to be. Soon enough she was turning over once again and before long she was simply staring at the ceiling. Or at least where the ceiling would be, if she could have seen it. Groaning out her defeat, she sat up and reached to her bedside table seeking out her cell phone in the darkness and pressing the unlock button. The muted blue glow was enough to make her squint as she searched out the time and she dropped it back onto the table in disgust. Nearly 2 am. Anyone still awake at this hour was likely drunk and no good to her as a form of distraction. She refused to wake anyone up just to complain that she couldn't sleep and suddenly felt very alone in her small house. Rubbing her eyes, Branwyn felt a stress headache creeping up from the back of her neck and knew that staying in bed and fighting with herself to sleep would get nothing accomplished. Late night sex to calm her nerves and wear her out was out of the question, since her significant other was still away on business; a man whom she loved dearly but she usually enjoyed her time alone. It was almost like she was single again and she had no qualms about his enjoyment of breaks from her as well. Finally, Branwyn threw the blankets off of herself in frustration and flipped on the three way light beside her bed. The setting she chose was a dim one and she glared around the room for something she could take out her irritation on. When she found no suitable victim she left the bed and crossed the room to the bathroom, not sure what her intentions were beyond a trip to the toilet and a drink of water. But when she saw the shower her mind was made up and she decided that perhaps some quality alone time with the massaging showerhead was just what her hyped up nerves needed. Slipping out of the silky nightgown she'd donned before turning in for the night, Branwyn kicked the deep purple negligee into a quickly forgotten pile beside the bathroom counter with a flip of her manicured toes. She opened the shower door and turned on the water to nearly its hottest setting, in order to allow both the water and the shower stall to warm up before she entered it. Turning back towards the mirror she piled her long dark tresses atop her head and secured it with a clip. Then she turned this way and that, viewing her body in the mirror with a constructive eye that only a woman possesses. Branwyn was paler than most of her friends, naturally white skin that seemed translucent in some areas of her body. She had filled out over the years and although she felt she carried a little too much extra weight around her tummy and thigh area, there really was little to complain about. Her breasts were still firm and although her critical gaze found them sagging in comparison to her younger self she also knew that few would see that same flaw. Her hips had widened but it was more appealing than not, giving her an hourglass figure she would have killed for in her teenage years. Smiling to herself she flipped on a nearby radio and popped in a CD, a collection of Celtic music that would have given away her heritage if one had missed her very Irish coloring; pale skin, black hair and light blue eyes. Humming to the familiar tune she stepped through the building fog and away from her disappearing image. Branwyn rarely turned on the fan when taking a relaxing shower.... It tended to drown out the music and she childishly enjoyed the fantasy that she was some sort of water nymph emerging through the mist. The water temperature caused her to gasp when she stepped beneath its forceful rampage and she turned slightly to allow her entire body to get wet. She plucked a loofah from its waiting hook and dispensed a dollop of body wash on it, squeezing it in her hands to build up the foam. She started with her arms, brushing the rough netting against her skin; down to her hands and back up to her shoulders. She was crossing over to wash her breasts when she paused, attention suddenly snatched away by a sound she thought she heard from the outer depths of the house. After a moment she shook herself and returned her attention to her body. She washed her breasts in large circles, outward in towards the nipple, and smiled to herself as she remembered something Derek had said the first time he'd gotten to second base. 'Just enough for a handful', he'd murmured in her ear trying to sooth her worries that she was not stacked to his liking. Her movements paused again as she drew the sponge across her belly and this time she cracked the shower door open as quietly as possible in order to hear outside the shower. She couldn't see her bedroom through the fog but heard nothing other than the music and so she shut the door and resumed her cleaning. Although she had a slight pooch to her stomach and she missed the tight abs of her youth, Branwyn did her best to simply wash around her belly button and not think about it, she wasn't even thirty yet. She had years before her to worry about it. Stomach turned to hips and then to her long legs, devoid of hair thanks to an earlier shaving. Turning under the shower again, she ran her hands over her body as the suds washed away. Branwyn dropped the loofah on the shower floor and applied facial cream to her face, taking care not to get any of it in her eyes. She took a deep breath before she put her face beneath the water and the sounds of flutes disappeared against the roar of the rushing water. Suddenly, she was choking and gasping, nearly drowning where she stood. Hands had come out of nowhere and enveloped her hips, sending her straight into a panic as she recalled the last fifteen slasher films she'd been forced to sit through. Her hands slapped against skin, a strong chest, and she heard a familiar laughter at her attempts to fight back. "Derek, you asshole!" She said between grinding teeth, slapping him again for good measure. "You scared the shit out of me. You're lucky I wasn't shaving." "I think you're lucky you weren't" He responded as he pressed his mostly dry body against her wet one, he'd been standing naked in the bathroom for the last several minutes watching her bathe and had gotten cold. "Share the warmth, love." Stepping aside just a little bit, Branwyn granted him a partial access to the hot water, though not enough to really warm up and he laughed again at her tantrum. Taking matters into his own hands he simply wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until her body relaxed and then turned her around. He smiled down at her as he wiped the last bit of cream from around her ear. "Are you not happy to see me?" Derek knew she only showered this late when she was tense and couldn't sleep, often from being alone in bed for too long. "You know I am." She said and rolled her eyes at his doubtful look. As tall as she was, Branwyn still had to reach up to her tip toes to reach his lips with her own. "Yes, darling, I'm happy that you are home; surprised by your entrance, of course, but nonetheless happy to see you." He responded by kissing her in return and pressing a hardening cock against her belly. She flipped him a coy look and arched an eyebrow at him, "Apparently you are happy to see me too." "Nope," He replied, bending his head to press his lips against her neck, "It's just the banana in my pocket." Branwyn snorted in response and he laughed again, his hands moving around to her breasts. He lifted one in his hand and blew cool air on her nipple, grinning when it tightened in response to the change in temperature. Slowly he ran his tongue around the areola before drawing the whole thing into his mouth. She moaned lightly in response and Derek lifted the other breast to repeat the motions. Gripping his shoulders, Branwyn arched her back as he sucked her nipples, alternating between them in a manner that made her entirely forget the plan of a showerhead. "Oh god," She breathed, "God, that feels good." His hair was barely more than stubble and she ran her fingernails across his scalp since there was no hair to run her fingers through. "You know how I love that." "Yes, I do." He replied, moving from breast to ear as he sucked lightly on her earlobe. She took the opportunity of his closeness to brush her own lips against his skin, trailing down his neck to his chest where she lightly licked each nipple. She ran her tongue along them and brushed her teeth against them, not hard but enough to evoke a reaction from him. He groaned loudly and removed the clip from her hair, freeing the strands to cascade across her shoulders and down her back. Her gripped a fist of her hair and forced her head up again, kissing her hard. Branwyn draped her arms around his neck and he lifted her, pressing the head of his cock against her hot, wet opening. "Is this what you want?" He asked, searching her face for a response. "Yes," She answered, her voice husky from lust, "I want you inside of me." With that he thrust forward and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pressing her back against the shower wall Derek thrust inside of her, the tightness of her pussy wrapping around his cock until his balls were pressed up against her. He started with slow strokes, taking his cock fully out of her before plunging it in again. She kissed his face and his neck as he thrust into her, their tongues dancing until he began to pick up the pace and she was bouncing too much. He began pounding her, slapping his sack against her ass and pushing himself deep inside of her. The burning of his thighs was soon forgotten, she was making the sounds that indicated she was close to orgasm and Derek allowed himself not to hold back. He wanted nothing more to explode inside of her as she came. He rolled his hips forward, making sure that her clit was stimulated and she began to cry out loudly, juices flowing from her pussy as the mounting pleasure rolled over her. To feel that pulsating feeling of her orgasming pussy as it milked his cock was enough and he gave himself over to his own orgasm, his cock unloading inside of her. They stayed there for a long moment, holding tightly onto each other before he silently let her go, allowing her to slide down the wall as he slipped out of her. He rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower not bothering to grab a towel. Instead he waited until she had turned off the water and then picked her up and carried her off to their waiting bed. The CD was over long before their night was and Branwyn got much less sleep than she'd originally been hoping for.... But a little sleep deprivation was well worth it, in her opinion. Late-night Shower It was nearly 2:00AM when I returned from the party, slightly drunk still but knowing that I definitely needed to shower before finally sliding into bed. I could still feel the dried seed of several frat boys upon my chest and stomach, which signaled why I needed the shower. Yet, despite the sex that evening, I still felt horny. While I had thoroughly enjoyed having my body filled to the brim, while I had screamed merrily from the pain of having my hair pulled, while I had cried out loudly as I was roughly spanked before a large cheering audience, I yearned for something softer, something quieter. The light was on in the dorm room, but my roommate was not to be seen. I did not think much about it as I gathered my things and headed toward the showers, but when I finally entered the shower area, I found my roommate, my sweet Justine. She was soaking wet, having just finished her own shower. Her long thick purple-dyed hair was unmistakable, cascading down her back to just above her waist. As her eyes befell me, she stopped, and a knowing smile slowly spread across her lips. "Number seven," she said softly, turning on her heels and retreating to the furthest shower stall. I quickly undressed and took my small basket of shower supplies with me to the last stall of the row. By the time I arrived, Justine had already turned on the water, and before I could set my small basket upon the ledge, she was holding me, leaning into me, her wet hair and body feeling nice and sensual and soft and feminine after having been rutting with the guys on the other side of campus. "How was the party?" Justine asked, honestly curious, her voice almost lost by the sound of the water falling from above. "Any gorgeous babes?" "Plenty," I assured her. "You would've liked it, even though you don't drink. The music was good, and there were even two pairs of beautiful sorority girls enjoying a nice, long, sensual sixty-nine to the cheers of the guys." I could feel my roommate's nipples hardening against me. "That sounds wonderful," she sighed, and I knew that she was imagining the scene. "I certainly got my fill of the guys," I admitted, "but now I'd really like something softer, something more meaningful." Underneath the warm spray, our lips met. It was a sweet moment, a soft, slow, understanding kiss, an expression of the respect and admiration and desire we held for each other. "Let me wash you," Justine requested when we finally stepped slightly away. She took the small basket from me and set it on the ledge, then took her time washing me, taking particular care to ensure that all trace of male lust had been removed from my body. As had been the case since our first year of college, simply being in Justine's presence filled my heart, and having her take such gentle care of me filled my soul. As the last of the suds cascaded down my skin, my longtime roommate slowly backed me against the wall of the shower stall, the tile cool against my backside. My whimper was lost in the sound of the falling water as she touched me, a hand upon my shoulder and a hand upon my breast. "Justine, please..." I whispered, almost certain that she had not heard my soft plea, but as fifth-year seniors, I knew that she knew what I wanted, what I needed... She did know. She demonstrated her knowledge with her hands, with her lips, with her teeth, with her tongue. While I often enjoyed the carnal lust of the fraternity guys, it was Justine's gentle eroticism which made me feel truly complete, truly desired. "Leg around me," I just barely heard above the sound of the falling water, and I obeyed, hooking a leg around Justine's waist. With her fingertips brushing against my sex, I felt nicely exposed, holding her to me as our lips met anew. A nipple trapped between her fingertips, I gave myself over to her, allowing my roommate to play my body like a cherished violin, and although I tried my best to be quiet, especially at such a late hour, I sang into her mouth, the song rising with crescendo and accelerando, performing for an audience of one, being dirty while engaged in becoming clean and feeling absolutely no shame in the pleasure I was receiving. Both feet firmly back upon the wet floor, I leaned into her as she held me. "That was beautiful," she whispered into my ear as my lungs fought for air. It was nearly 3:00AM when we returned to our dorm room. Fatigue was definitely taking its toll on me, and I could see that Justine was also about to succumb to sleep. After turning off the light, she slipped into bed beside me, instantly holding me close. "These are the moments I enjoy most of all," I admitted, snuggling against my roommate. "Same here," she agreed, and then consciousness receded into a shared dream. Late Night Showering One Friday last winter, Renee got home very late from work. Her boyfriend was already asleep, so she tried being as quiet as she could as she walked through the house. She felt tired and dirty and decided to take a shower before bed. Renee preferred to take hot showers, so she left the door open to the bathroom. The shower felt so good. It was just what she needed. She sort of lost herself in the heat of the shower. Her quick clean off ended up being longer than expected. She decided to shave and not just her legs. She shaved her pussy almost clean. She left just a little "landing strip." She normally didn't shave as much as she did, but she wanted to see what it was like. It felt good, both to the touch, and in a sexy way. She was rather turned on. She reached out of the shower and grabbed a mirror so she could take a good look. Time wasn't the only thing she lost track of. Renee almost completely forgot what time of the night it was and that she wasn't alone in the house. She made a little more noise than expected. Suddenly she felt a slight draft in the normally hot shower. Renee looked up and realized her boyfriend must have been woken up by her moans and peered into the shower to see what was up. Embarrassed and startled, she dropped the soap. Her boyfriend, a normally inconsiderate man when it came to the needs of others, said, "Let me get that for you" and stepped into the shower. As he stepped in, he reached for the showerhead and removed the shower massager from its cradled. He pushed Renee up against the wall so as to give himself enough room to bend down and get the soap. Only he didn't stand back up. Instead, he used the shower massager to clean off the suds from her newly shaven snatch. The water was hot, and the stream started to pulse. The warmth of the water was exciting to her. Renee closed her eyes and whispered his name, "Oh, Tony...that's good." He used his hand to make sure the water washed away all the soap. Then he ran is fingers across her hip, and began to rub her smooth pussy. Instinctively, she spread her legs, planting one foot on each of the far ends of the tub. Gently, he used his hand to spread her swollen lips apart so he could reach her slippery hole. He passed the shower massager to her and used his now free hand to fill her cunt with his finger. He used his tongue to tease her clit. Renee had to grab onto his shoulders or else lose her balance. Her knees went weak. Since Renee had been working on herself before he joined in, her slit was already moist and slick. He had no problem sliding multiple fingers inside her. He dug for the spot he knew drove her crazy. It wasn't going to take her long before she would cum, and she didn't want to waste what could be an awesome "seesion." She asked him to stand up. She turned around, and stood on top of the tub sides. It was just the right height, and his cock quickly found its target. His meat was so hard, and hot. Without any guidance, he was up to his balls in her. He rammed his cock in her relentlessly, slapping his balls against her with each thrust. Renee was definately in the mood to get fucked hard. She leaned into him and met every thrust he dealt. He took the shower massager from her hand. He placed the pulsing shower massage on her pussy. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled back, forcing her head back. Her moans that woke him up turned into screams of passion. Before, she was only turned on by her shaved bush, now she was taking his hard dick deep inside her. She gasped for air between cries to be fucked. The combination of his rock hard rod, the heat of the shower, and the pulsing water was more she was able to handle. She leaned into him, giving him the clearest shot at her pussy. Her body trembled; she came hard, and long. Her juice covered his cock a slippery coating. He practically had to hold her up. He turned her around and asked, "Can you handle more?" "Handle? I want more." she whispered in his ear. She sank down and slurped his cock into her mouth. His skin tasted of her own pussy. Renee was completely hot for him again. She sucked hard as he pumped at her mouth. She let his dick slide to the back of her throat, tried to tongue his balls, but that seemed more than he could handle. She grabbed his cock and held it tight. She tongued the underside attempting to taste every inch of it. She was jerking him into her mouth and before she could slow it down, his balls tightened and he held the wall for support. Renee drank down his cum, licking every ounce out of his cock. After a moment, she released him from her mouth. Needless to say, he could barely form a sentence. She washed him off, turned off the water and toweled him dry. She lead him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. As she laid down in bed, he asked if he was dreaming. Renee said, "If you can remember it in the morning, it wasn't a dream." They spent the next day in bed.