1 comments/ 31048 views/ 0 favorites Shower Scene By: HotScribe2 Diana greeted Justin at the bathroom door. She was dressed in a short tank top that just barely covered her full breasts, and a pair of panties. She already looked ravishing. Wordlessly, Diana stepped back and waited until Justin removed his clothes, then, as per their previous arrangement (Diana was not allowed to say anything)--she held out her hands to him, wrist against wrist. He reached into a bag he'd brought with him and removed a small length of soft cord. He wrapped it around her wrists. Diana gazed at him, looking helpless, yet she trusted him implicitly. He led her to the shower and she followed obediently. He turned on the shower, adjusted the water to a bearably hot temperature and motioned for Diana to climb in. He followed. He grasped and raised her tied hands and slipped them over the showerhead so that she seemed to be dangling. The water cascaded over Diana--her hair became dark and stringy, her nipples stuck out from behind the soaked tank top and the lips of her pussy were outlined against the soaked fabric of her panties. Justin kissed Diana tenderly, and she returned the kiss with ardor. He thrust his hand down her panties, cupped her crotch and felt the wetness running through his fingers. He poked a finger through the folds of flesh and found her clitoris. He rubbed it until Diana begin to twist and turn, wanting to be free from the bonds that held her to the showerhead, yet unable to do so. Justin knelt before Diana, grasped her panties and ripped them from her hips. He tossed them to the floor. He buried his face in the wetness of her cunt, pushing through her labia with his tongue. Diana lifted her foot to the sidebar of the shower stall, desiring more tonguing, but instead, Justin grabbed the sweet-scented soap and begin to lather her cunt and her bum, running his soapy hand back and forth from front to rear. Diana squirmed, began to moan for him to let her go, but he told her to be quiet, giving her ass a strong but playful slap. Wide-eyed, Diana stared at him , but said nothing. Now he began to spread the lather up her stomach, up beneath her tank top and spread the slippery soap over and around her full breasts, encircling her nipples again and again. Once more Diana begged him to release her, but he did not. Instead, he slapped her ass again, grabbed her shirt and pulled her to him, crushing his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and finding her own tongue. Now he grabbed her shirt with two hands, tore it apart so that it hung down on either side of her breasts. He watched as the rushing water rinsed the soap from her body and trickled down her legs. Diana gazed at him as he reached up to remove her hands from the showerhead. She thought he was finally going to release her. But he did not. He turned Diana around, bent her over and tied her wrists to her ankles. He knelt behind her, gazed at the water as it streamed in rivulets through the clean gash of her cunt. Holding the flesh of her buttocks apart, he leaned forward, flicked his tongue around her labia, slid up and ran it around her anus, twirling and stabbing at the tiny, puckered hole. He thrust his tongue back down through her vaginal lips until he reached her clitoris. He licked it, sucked it, nibbled it tasting her own sweet nectar in between the streams of water. Eventually, he reached over and turned off the water. Diana waited expectantly, thinking he would finally release her. But he did not. Instead, Diana felt a cool liquid being spread around her anus and her cunt. Then, after a moment's pause, she felt a stiff shaft of some sort begin to enter her cunt. At the same time, a smaller, rougher probe eased itself slowly into her bumhole. Diana moaned. Justin began to pump the double-headed dildo back and forth as the two rods slid effortlessly in and out of both entrances. He continued alternately thrusting and pulling, slowly at first, then moving a little faster. Suddenly, he pulled both shafts out. Diana gave a little cry of regret, but he slapped her ass and told her to be quiet, for then he rammed his hard cock into her cunt and shoved it back and forth; a moment later, he eased his finger into her asshole. Now as he began to thrust each in and out. Justin felt his hard cock rubbing against his finger through the wall of her cunt and ass. In. Out. In. Out. Each sliding in and out in perfect contrapuntal rhythm until finally Diana started to come, and this time Justin allowed her to cry out her ecstasy. He felt his own orgasm building and as Diana finished hers, he pulled his cock from her cunt and slid it firmly into her ass, feeling the hole contract over the head of his cock. He banged against Diana, feeling her asshole widen as his shaft thrust into her. Then, he , too, came quickly, spitting his hot juices deep into her netherhole, and he left his cock there until it shriveled and slithered out. Then, he loosed her hands and ankles, turned her around and took her in his arms, holding her close, lavishing her face with kisses... They stepped from the shower stall and began to dry each other off. Suddenly Justin felt her fingers caress his balls. He grabbed her wrist. "Sorry," he said with a smile, "but I'm not finished with you yet." A puzzled look crossed her face as he proceeded to tie a cord around each of her wrists again. Then he led Diana naked into the bedroom. "Lie down," he said, "on your stomach." Diana prostrated herself on the bed and Justin tied one hand to one corner of the bed, the other hand to the other corner so that Diana lay Y-shaped on the covers. He climbed on the bed, straddled Diana so that he sat on her buttocks. He began to massage her shoulders and, moving down, her spine to her waist, the small of her back, then he got off and massaged her buttocks, feeling the firmness of her naked flesh, the sensuous roundness. He bent down and kissed her neck, ran his tongue up and down her spine, then continued down across her bum. He bit her buttocks, nipping them tenderly, then kissed them, running his tongue down the crack of her bum. Diana raised her hips, spread her legs for him to go further, but he pushed them back down. "Not yet," he whispered. He massaged and nibbled and kissed his way down one leg slowly, then up the other. As he reached her inner thighs, he parted her legs, licked his way to her cunt, flicked lightly across it with his tongue. Now he sat between her legs, lifted them up and put her thighs on his shoulders. Her cunt was close to his face and wide open to his gaze. He plunged in with his mouth, munching on her vulva, sucking and licking and nipping her clit, thrusting his tongue deep into the hot wetness of her cunt. Diana wriggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from the cords, but she couldn't. Justin continued to massage her clit with his tongue, ran it firmly back and forth. He twirled a finger around her anus, poked it in, then pulled it out. More plunging into Diana's chasm with his tongue, more prodding with his finger into her bum. On he continued, thrusting with his tongue and wriggling with his finger until finally Diana shuddered and quaked with her blissful orgasm.... As Justin released Diana from her bonds, she turned and fell onto his member, devouring its wholeness. Hungrily she sucked its length, running her tongue around the purple head, up and down the growing shaft, then she buried her face in his hair as she kissed and sucked and licked at his balls. "Get on your knees," Diana whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. Justin did so and Diana wiggled her way up between his legs. His cock dangled before her face and Diana grabbed it with her hand, began to pump it firmly back and forth, alternating with gobbling sucks from her mouth as she lavished it with eager attention watching its wet head appear and disappear from within her grasp. A finger of her other hand found its way to his anus and prodded the hole as he did her as she continued pumping on his cock. Thrusting, wriggling, pumping...then he felt the tremours rumbling through his body. "I'm coming!" he gasped. Diana continued to pump with her hand and stabbed with her finger until he cried out in ecstasy. Diana opened her mouth and Justin watched through half-closed eyes as his hot seed spurted out, shot wildly into her mouth, on her cheeks and chin and nose, and then Diana took him quickly into her mouth to suck the last of the warm white come from his cock. He moaned his delight and collapsed beside her..... Shower Scene He walked out of the shower and grabbed his favorite fluffy blue towel. Even in humidity like this it didn't seem to dry him well enough. He still loved the look of this master bathroom and thought about incorporating some of the ideas into his own master bath when he built his dream home. He loved the walk-in shower big enough for two that was separate from the over-sized whirlpool tub. He loved the huge picture window that let in so much sunlight it was almost like a natural sauna. When he built his house he would have a similar picture window in his bath, but the view would be much better...over looking the mountains...not looking into his neighbor's yard. He looked out his picture window at that moment and instead of seeing the neighbor's yard below, he was looking into his neighbor's master bath...into a picture window identical to his own. And the view was not so bad after all.... His neighbor was stepping out of her own shower and right into his line of sight. Damn it to hell. He was instantly hard. She was a very attractive woman and he couldn't help but to watch her go about her morning routine as if nothing was out of the ordinary...as if she wasn't standing buck-naked in front of a huge picture window where God and everyone and he could see her...in all her glory. And she was glorious. She was squeezing the water out of her long, strawberry-blonde hair with a towel. It looked darker when wet, almost auburn. Her lovely, firm breasts were still glistening with moisture before she took the towel and rubbed them dry. He wondered if the rough fabric made her nipples stand out. It appeared so, as he stood out too. As she took the towel and rubbed her arms and legs dry and then rubbed the soft place between her thighs. He was entranced. Her long legs seemed to go on forever and at the juncture of them he could see the tiny curls that confirmed her hair color was natural. She dropped the towel to the floor and reached over to the vanity sink where she picked up a bottle...no a tube...oh Lordy, a tube of lotion. She was going to rub lotion on herself, all over herself, while he stood there helpless. God help him, he couldn't turn away. She squeezed a small amount into her hands, rubbed them lightly together and started at her left heel. She rubbed the lotion in almost sensuously. She ran her long fingers up her left leg and repeated the same for her right. Just how soft were those legs? They looked like silk and he could tell, even from this distance of fifty feet, that the lotion she used had shimmering crystals in it. She squeezed more of the lotion into her hands and then applied it to her flat stomach and full breasts. She's going to need help with her back, he thought. But when she reached up and stretched her arms behind her back, her breasts seem to swell even larger and his hands ached to touch them. She didn't need any help getting the lotion to her back. She was quite the contortionist at the moment and his ache grew even more. He'd never been this hard for anyone...ever. Suddenly she was looking at him. She was looking straight through the window and right at his protruding member. She lifted her eyebrows and a smile, very nearly like a smirk, graced her lips. "Oh God!" he groaned allowed. He turned his head away and couldn't believe he'd been caught watching her. He didn't mean for it to happen. She was there; he was there. He was a damn pepping tom! He grabbed for his towel which had slipped out of his hands as he had watched the erotic scene unfold in front of him and wrapped it tight around his waist. "What the hell is she going to think of me now?" He turned back towards the window expecting to see her empty bathroom. She would have walked quickly from the room, shocked and embarrassed by him, his damn erection and his over-active imagination. In those few moments he had watched, his mind could think of several different things he would love to do to that body of hers. The room was not empty. He could still see her. But instead of the clear window as it had been moments before, she had let down the window covering: a nearly-transparent white veil that covered the window, but still allowed him to see her naked form. She was still going about her morning routine and was pretending like he wasn't there anymore. She was standing sideways and even through the veil he could see the soft curves of her body. She looked at him then, over her shoulder, almost demurely and then slid her arms into the sleeves of a peach silk robe and wrapped the belt loosely around her waist. She was walking out of the room, but glanced over her shoulder again to his window. He let out a huge roar of frustration. Though the windows were not open, it appeared she had heard him. He could tell that she smiled widely then as the whiteness of her teeth glistened against her honey-hued skin. With a flip of her hair to fall like a waterfall down her back, she left the room. He calmly and quietly turned away from the window, dropped his towel and walked back into the shower. Then he turned the water on... full-blast...ice cold. Shower Scene Some time later she woke and for a moment wondered where she was. Confusion only lasted a second, and then the memories flooded back, memories of pleasure and joy and love. She sighed in deep contentment, thinking back over the last few days, over which the intense happiness of finding out he was in love with her arched like a glittering rainbow. Remembered tenderness made her smile and remembered passion made her breathing quicken, but she was alone in the bed. Some strange instinct of modesty compelled her to gather up the bed sheet around her as she got up, even though memory assured her that there really was no need for modesty around him any more. She crossed to the window where the drapes still stood open, forgotten, and then to the half open door. As soon as she got out into the hall she heard running water, and as she crossed to the bathroom she realised that he was showering; she could hear him whistling above the noise. Without really thinking about it, she tried the bathroom door, only to find to her surprise that it was not locked. Almost in a trance she opened it. The cubicle was a smooth curve of glass, the entrance not a door but an overlap in the design so she found herself watching him through two sheets of glass and the steam of the hot water. Even obscured the sight of him almost took her breath away, and she drank him in as he leaned his head back under the water, the droplets running in trickles down his chest, stomach, and between his legs. As her gaze lingered on his manhood she bit her lip, remembering him rearing above her last night, the hard, thick length of him plunging deep into her, filling her, satisfying her... He turned away, still not having seen her, clearly rinsing soapy water from his eyes, and without premeditation she found herself slipping forwards, dropping the sheet behind her, and slipping between the panes of glass. The heat and steam of the shower would probably have been enough to overcome any shyness if it she had felt at all uncertain, but the jolt of desire as she saw his backside slick with water was enough to make her instantly forget any misgivings, and she moved forward with surety to touch him and then slip her arms around his waist, pressing herself up against him. She felt rather than heard his gasp of surprise, but it was quickly subsumed by a moan of pleasure as she slid her hands over his stomach and reached down to caress him, his body responding quickly and his arousal increasing under her hands. For a few moments he was seemed almost frozen, his breathing growing shallow as she wrapped her fingers round the rapidly hardening length of him. Then suddenly he grabbed her wrists and stopped her, only to spin around in her arms and pin her to the wall with a kiss so intense she felt as if her legs might not hold her up any more. His pressed his hips into hers, his thigh pushing hers apart as he gazed into her face with a look of naked desire, wet skin against wet skin, and then he was deep inside her, his hands under her backside, each thrust almost lifting her feet off the ground as he kissed her lips, her face, her neck. Quickly, too quickly, she felt him come, his gasps of pleasure in her ear dying down to heaving breaths as his mind returned from the brink of ecstasy. "Sorry," he whispered in her ear as she felt him wilt inside her, but with his next breath he added, "I'll make it up to you," laughing, but the promise in his voice sending shivers down her spine. The water still spilling over them, and her knees almost too weak with lust to keep her upright, he pressed his leg between hers to keep her steady as he reached for the shower gel. She felt like a rag doll, too drunk with pleasure to resist, too deep in want and the need for gratification to do anything except watch him as he rubbed the gel between his hands, his eyes intense as he gazed at her, and then started to lather it slowly over her body. Her head lolled back and she let herself float as he ran his hands all over her skin and she became slippery with water and soap. He fondled her breasts until she moaned with pleasure, and she rubbed herself shamelessly against his thigh as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. He skimmed down her back and sensually caressed her bottom, then moved lower and left her tottering on jelly knees as he knelt to stroke her legs, feeling his breathing grow heavy and faster as he ran his hands down her calves, then teasingly over her thighs and away again, his progress tortuously slow, and then at last he was parting her legs and cradling her buttocks as he nuzzled his mouth into her. She gasped as he began to explore her with his tongue, the pleasure shooting through her like electricity, almost unbearable, and yet she found herself gasping for more. He looped her knee over his shoulder and kissed her even more deeply so that she almost yelled out, no room left to think, her hands tangled in his hair and then almost involuntarily touching her own breasts as he expertly licked into her, the sensations building as he found every sensitive spot so deftly that it was as if he were reading her mind. The need and the heat building up in her became virtually insupportable, his lips and tongue skilfully playing over her as if she were a violin played by a virtuoso. Just as he felt she could hardly stand a moment more, he finally flicked his tongue directly over her hard centre and she moaned with satisfaction as he worked her, the waves of almost agonising bliss crashing over her like a storm, building up with violent intensity, gradually driving her into frenzied rapture until she finally came, a glorious flood of pleasure, crying out his name and struggling for breath. Still surfacing from the intense orgasm, she felt him rise to stand beside her; he reached for the shower head and then looked into her eyes with an expression which sent yet another jolt of desire coursing down her body. Without looking away he began to rinse the soap from her skin, chasing the water over her body with feathery touches of his hand, not letting her relax after the pleasure he had already given her, but teasing and tantalising her to a new level of arousal, leaving her weak with need against the side of the cubicle, feeling that she was utterly at his mercy. He sluiced her down slowly, teasing and tantalising her, taking his time, letting the water trickle over her nipples and between her legs, his hands so light over her skin that she moaned and tried to lean into his touch. He laughed, though the look of passion in his eyes did not fade, and finally he hung up the showerhead and put a hand on her waist to propel her out of the cubicle, following so close behind that she could not miss the renewed erection pressing into the small of her back. As soon as they were beyond the narrow glass passage he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom to lay her down on the white linen. He lay down beside her and they paused for a few moments, merely looking, then reaching out to touch, their skin still wet, the evaporating moisture a shivery tingle. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face, and as she eventually pushed him onto his back to climb astride him she bent to murmur in his ear; "You made it up to me." He laughed, and rose to meet her as she lowered herself onto him, his hand guiding himself inside her. As she rocked above him, pleasuring herself on his long hard length, enjoying the feel of him inside her, he reached up to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples with his teeth. This time there was no mistake and as she went over the edge, shuddering with release, she took him with her and then they fell away from one another, panting in tired satisfaction. "You know," he commented, "I could really get used to this." There was a moment's silence and then her dirty laugh rang out. Too tired and too knocked out on pleasure to do anything else, he pulled the duvet up over their shoulders and soon satiation and exhaustion pulled them both into deep, restful sleep.