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Shower

By: annalee



In the evening, while I wait for my lover to arrive, I take a shower. It's not that I'm uncomfortable with my own bodily smells. Rather, I practice a ritual of deepening nakedness that opens me to the nightfall that awaits, so that I can greet him, untouched and unadorned.

First, I unzip my skirt. Unbutton my blouse. Shimmy out of my panties. Unhook my bra. I kick my clothing into a pile and stand before the mirror in the glare of the bathroom light.

I remove my jewelry. The hoops from my ears. The bangles from my wrist. The chain from my ankle. I run a comb through my long hair, over and over, until every snarl and tangle has been freed.

I run the tap until the room is steaming, then step under the spray. I close my eyes and let the water pulse in my open mouth, then run down my chin, my neck, my back. I sponge off the odor of the day. The grime of the office. The sweat from the checkout line. Liner on my eyes. Plum gloss, now faded, on my lips. Lotions and potions I applied when I felt fresh that morning. 

My shampoo leaves a slight lavender scent in my hair, my body wash a mild peppermint aftertaste on my belly. I rub my skin with a harsh loofah until it turns red. I massage myself with a plush towel until even the folds between my toes are dry, and I dress in baggy pants, a sheer camisole.

After I greet my lover with a feathery kiss but before our tongues exploring each other's mouths make it difficult to remain standing, I ask him to shower, too. I don't want to shower with him, not yet. I prefer bathing each other between fucking, after the candles have grown cold but before light pokes from behind the curtains. Now, I want my lover to come to me clean as a newborn, the way I come to him.

I sit on the toilet and watch him, shower curtain parted, wash himself as if no one is looking. He, too, I notice, opens his mouth and lets the water fill it. He reaches his hands above his head until, vertebrae by vertebrae, he has stretched the tension out of his back. The water hits his shoulders and runs in torrents down his ass and thighs.

My lover chooses a soft washcloth. He rubs it with unscented soap until it foams with bubbles. He massages tiny circles, methodically, between his fingers, upon his palm, along his wrist and forearm and upper arm, across his shoulders, then down the other side. As he reaches the fingers of the other hand the soap runs out and my hand slides down my pants, so I can circle my clit to the rhythm of his bathing.

By the time my lover finishes I have undressed. I unfold a towel and offer to dry him, inch by inch. This way I can examine the muscles of his arms, the curve of his ass, the place where the hair runs out on his chest, where it begins beyond his thigh. I ask him to lift first one arm, then the other, so I can collect the drops of water hanging from his underarm hairs on my tongue. I lick and rub until his skin is dry and taut.

Then I ask my lover to bend over. This is not because I want to dominate him. No. I want to bury my nose in his ass and inhale deeply. I want to circle his asshole with my tongue, slowly, so I can taste every inch. I want to run my tongue along that now hard place between his ass and his balls. I want to take each ball in my mouth, gently, and lick and squeeze it. 

As I breathe him in and taste him I think perhaps I can give him a fraction of the pleasure he has already given me. I want this quiet, almost contemplative moment before he forces his now throbbing cock against the back of my throat, before he leads me into the bedroom and fucks me until my head slams the headboard. 

I like to taste and smell my lover apart from me, on his own terms, before his cum mixes with my cunt juice. Before our sweat and spit intermingle. Before our rubbing and stroking alter each other's body chemistry. 

I start with a shower so that, as the hours take us from the bed to the table to the chair to the floor, with my nose and mouth, I can begin to discern the way my lover changes me, comprehend the way I change him, understand the subtle ways we lovers change each other.

Shower



Well my luck was in I had already lined up a new job to start as soon as I was redundant, which was due in just a few days with a nice severance check of £20,000.

It didn't take my wife Sue long to spend it and a new bathroom was already being planned and the work scheduled in.

As the builders moved in we managed to work around them, that was until the second week when the bath was removed to allow for pipe work and tiling. It may of seemed a little naïve but I thought they would have fixed the shower in before removing the bath, but here we were with no way to bathe and seeking alternatives.

Luckily the solution lived close by and we arranged to drop into my mothers each day and use her shower.

It was Thursday and as I was off work that day so I dropped by a little later than usual. As I rang the doorbell there was no answer and I swore quietly under my breath thinking everyone was out, but my anger turned quickly to relief as my mother opened the door.

She offered me a cup of tea that I declined until after I had taken a shower. I dashed up the stairs and threw my bag on her bed as I passed her room heading for the bathroom.

The feeling of the shower was wonderful after the coldness outside and I rapidly set about washing. When I turned the shower off I realised that I hadn't taken the towel out of my bag and even though there were two hanging up I couldn't bring myself to use them. With the water dripping off me I cautiously opened the bathroom door, the coast was clear and I managed to make it to the bedroom. 

As I stood there naked and wet struggling with the zipper on my bag I never heard my mother coming up the stairs.

"Nice view," she said causing me to jump.

I turned around covering my private bits with my hands, "mum do you mind, this is a little embarrassing," I said as my face turned a lovely shade of pink.

"You haven't got anything I haven't seen before," she replied with a laugh.

"Yes but that was when I was a child, I'm now 51 years old, so would you mind letting me finish."

My mother stood still, looking me over as if I was a used car she was inspecting.

My mother was 73 years old and to be honest the years had been good to her, where as my father had aged significantly since his heart attack last year.

"Mum, do you mind," I said indicating with my head for her to leave.

"Sorry son, I haven't seen one of them for a few years," she said looking down at my protected bits.

"Well you still haven't," I replied looking around for something more substantial to cover myself with.

She moved towards me and held her hand out, "give me your hand," she demanded.

I was scared and confused, what the hell was she doing, my mother was teasing me and I didn't like it one bit.

"Take your hands away and put them at your side," she said and I ignored.

She took a step closer and I took a step back, my leg came in contact with the bed and I lost my balance and fell backwards, the bounce of the bed causing my hands to drop to my side leaving me exposed.

My mother saw the chance and pounced on me pinning me to the bed, I could have easily pushed her off but I was afraid of hurting her.

With my arms pinned to my side my mother moved her face close to mine, "don't you move or I'll squeeze these so hard your eyeballs will pop out," she said as she moved one of hands to grip my balls tight.

She released my arm but tightened her grip on my balls, I was immobilised and trapped naked by my mother. Her other hand began caressing my cock, it felt nice but also it felt so wrong and the more she touched it the harder it was getting, I couldn't control it.

"You like that don't you. Would you like me to wank you off or would you prefer for me to suck you off," she asked.

"Neither just let me go please, this is wrong you're my mother for Christ's sake.

Her tongue made contact with the tip of my cock, then her lips engulfed me and she began sucking and licking my now very stiff cock.

She managed to get one arm out of her gown and then changed hands until she was able to remove it completely without once letting go of my balls. Beneath it she was naked, her tits drooped a little but for her age still looked fairly good.

"Now son, I'm going to slowly move my pussy into position and you are going to let me fuck you, do you understand."

"Mum please don't do this, it's wrong, it's bad," I pleaded but to no avail.

I couldn't stop her doing what ever she wanted and she had no intention of stopping as she moved her pussy above my erect cock and then lowered it down so that my cock slipped into her very wet pussy.

I experienced a sensation of extreme pleasure mixed with extreme guilt that my mother was fucking me. Each time she thrust back down onto my cock my eyes were transfixed watching the undulations of her tits. Slowly but surely the rhythm of her movements was bringing me closer and closer to release, release that I wanted but not like this, not with my mother.

"I bet you fantasised about fucking your mum when you were young, didn't you," she teased as she continued her bouncing up and down on my cock. 

The truth is I didn't, my friend's mothers yes but my own no.

She leaned forward so that her tits touched my chest, they felt warm against my skin, my mind was in total confusion, while my cock responded to her actions.

"Come on tell me how much you like me fucking you, tell me to make you come, explode inside your mother, let me feel your seed erupting in my pussy," she said as if she was a mad person.

She bit down on my nipple causing me to let out a yelp, "tell me how much you are enjoying it," she said once more.

"I like it, I like you fucking me, fuck me hard, drain me dry, I love you fucking me mum, I love your pussy clamped around my cock." My own words were bringing me closer to orgasm, I'm going to come, I'm coming, I'm going to fill your cunt." The final word sent me over the edge, calling my mothers pussy her cunt was the final word that left me uncontrollable as my orgasm started in my balls, flew along my cock and ended up exploding in my brain like jolts of electricity. As my juice spread in her pussy she also came, each spasm of her body causing her pussy to clamp tight around my fading cock.

She collapsed on my body, slumping forward she brought her lips to mine and began kissing me passionately, our tongues entwined like lovers, instead of what we were mother and son. The kissing and pressure of her pussy against my cock had begun to quickly revive me. Noticing this she rolled off me so that she was lying on her back next to me.

"I think you should fuck me now, get yourself between your mothers legs and ride me," she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I don't know why but I was eager to satisfy her needs so I rolled over and sucked her nipples one after the other. I kissed down her body until I reached her pussy, I couldn't believe that I was staring straight into my mother's cunt. My tongue painted patterns around her pussy lips before delving further in and finding her clitoris. She writhed beneath me, her body bucking insanely as I licked and sucked her.

"Fuck me son, I want your cock inside me, I need your cock inside me, I want to be fucked and now," she said with eagerness.

I moved my body up and ran my cock along her slit, she thrust upwards and my cock slid easily into her pussy. I was riding my mother and I didn't care, each thrust I made into her pussy caused louder and louder groans to escape her mouth.

"Oh my god, I'm coming, fuck me harder make me come, OH MY GOD!" she bellowed as her orgasm blasted through her body, I came shortly after and as my seed splattered inside her cunt she came once more.

I lay on top of my mother, our breathing slowly coming back to normal, our sweaty bodies becoming glued together.

"Thanks son, anytime you want a fuck just come and see me, you can fuck me anytime you want."

I left the house, my feelings about what had happened were confused, I had just had sex with my mum and I didn't feel guilty at all, if anything I was eager to do it again.



Shower



I know how much you love it when I first get out of the shower. Dripping wet, flushed from the heat of the water and the steamed bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel that barely covers me… Yes, I know it’s one of the thoughts you get yourself off to. That’s why tonight, I’m taking special care of myself before and during my shower, maybe even after. I know you’re coming over tonight. Dinner, relaxing and sex, like our usual agenda. But tonight I’ll be the one turning you on first. Don’t worry, I know you’ll love it.

I strip out of the day’s clothes and stand at the mirror. On nights like these, with a full new moon hovering over the trees, I feel sexy, and I love to admire myself. So here I stand, my D-cup breasts resting so heavily against my chest, my dark pinkish-brown nipples standing at full attention, begging to be touched, and, more accurately, begging to be touched by you. It’s these I rub first, using my thumb and forefinger to pull and pinch them. I love the way they feel, the way it almost tickles to run my palms over the tight buds. I can’t wait for you to put your mouth on them, tugging at the silver hoops that run through them. My hands glide over my waist and down my full hips and thighs. I always thought they were too large, but you love them. Especially in doggie-style sex, when you grip my hips like they’re a lifeline as you drive into me. 

I turn on the hot water and let the tub fill just a little bit. I remember how turned on you got watching my masturbate like this once, my hips thrust upwards, letting the water beat a rhythm into my waiting clit. But tonight, I just got straight for the shower itself. Tonight I feel like I can feel every droplet of water that cascades down my body. I shiver from the sensory overload, and I almost wish you were already here. Almost. I run my hands through my long hair, slicking back it away from my face. I grab my shampoo bottle and squirt a little of the white liquid into my hand. I massage it into my scalp, imagining my hands are yours. I love it when you wash my hair, your hands are so strong and rough, pulling my hair and scrubbing into my scalp the way a hairdresser would. Absolutely perfect, and unknowingly erotic and sensual.

I rinse, then get my lavender soap off of the shelf. No poof for me tonight, I want to feel skin on skin contact way too badly. I pour a little into my hand and work up a foamy lather with the creamy body wash. I rub it into my chest, circling my breasts first before rubbing my nipples and coating them with bubbles. I’m so hot for you by now, I’m tempted to get myself off before continuing. I don’t though, not yet. I rub myself all over, working down to my hips and thighs and the roundness of my bottom. I wash the insides of my thighs, taking special care to avoid the place I want to touch the most. I run my hands all the way up and down my so smooth legs. They feel so long when I do this, and I can already see the way I’m going to wrap them around your body, around your hips, pulling you and helping you to drive into me. Good god, I want you so bad right now...

I’m all but writhing to be touched now, and I can’t deny myself any longer. I need some sort of release. I turn off the shower and rush to my room. I pull out my vibrating dildo and press it to my clit. The vibrations immediately shoot through my body and I lift a little off the bed. I gasp for air, needing my orgasm, needing it now. I press it harder against me, and breath harder. I’m so close now, so, so close. I close my eyes and see you, your face between my legs, sucking on and humming against my clit. The image is all I need. I explode, dripping a little of my own come on to the sheet beneath me. I relax for a minute, catching my breath and letting the last shudders out of my body. You’ll be here soon, I know. You might even get here soon enough to smell the scent of sex lingering on the air. I hope so.



Shower



She stood in the shower, leaning forward, hands pressing against the front wall, providing much needed support. Her eyes closed, the showerhead directed at the top of her head, hot water cascading down over her body. She hated mornings; she hated everything about them. Everyone that knew her avoided meaningful interaction with her until after 9:00 am, and those that did not obey this rule suffered a fate worse than death.

She heard the shuffle of the shower curtain and felt the presence of someone behind her. "Good morning," he said. 

"Morning," she replied, the word basically falling out of her mouth, and no there was not anything good about it. "What are you doing?" she said. There was no reply. She sensed him moving closer. "It is not going to work," she spit out, hoping to scare him away. 

It did not. She felt his hands on her head, massaging her scalp and temples. He was right behind her, their bodies barely touching. He reached up and unhooked the showerhead so it dangled on its hose, spraying into the bottom of tub. He took her shampoo and began to lather up her hair, massaging again as he had done before.

"It still won't work," she mumbled, not much force left in her words, still supporting herself on the front wall of the shower. 

He massaged the top of her head, then, with both hands on either side of her head, he massaged back from her temples, behind her ears and down to her neck. He worked his hands back up to her temples, retracing the same route. He reached for the showerhead. Holding it in one hand, he used the other to gently massage and rinse the shampoo from her hair. Once the last of the lather slid down the drain, he began to paint her body with the showerhead.

He aimed the hot water at the base of her neck, and then he swept it from left to right then back again, working slowly out over each arm then back to her neck. He started down her back, lower and lower with each pass. Her eyes still shut; she concentrated on the hot water splashing and streaming down her body, shoulder blades first, then middle back and finally her lower back. 

He switched the showerhead to slow massage when he reached her lower back and pointed the streams at the base of her spine and slowly traced her spine up to the base of her neck then back again. Turning back to normal spray, he resumed his painting, spraying back and forth again down over her ass, across the backs of her thighs and calves, down to her feet. Changing to slow massage again, he directed the pulsating streams up and down each leg from the bottoms of her calves to the tops of her thighs. Alternating again to the soft spray, he applied the hot water to her body once more in sweeping strokes, standing up as he did.

The water stopped and was once more spraying the bottom of the tub. Her skin felt alive, her body tingling and slowly coming to life. The soft clean smell of soap reached her as he began to lather up a washcloth. He began to bathe her, starting with her right arm, which, with along with her left, still held up the front wall of the shower. 

He rubbed the soapy cloth up her arm to her shoulder then kneaded it back down to her hand, completely covering her arm in rich, aromatic suds. He repeated this on her left arm and then concentrated on her neck and back. She felt the soft cloth slide back and forth over her shoulders, his fingers following close behind, massaging and rubbing, releasing her energy. She tilted her head back, breathing in deep, smelling the fresh clean smell of the soap, her mind following the washcloth lower and lower on her back, punctuated by his dancing fingers. He reached and began to knead and massage her ass as he continued his journey toward her feet. Her right leg was first, the top of her thigh, then behind her knee, lower to her calf and finally her ankle. Now her left leg, starting at her ankle, up to her calf, her knee coming next, all the way up to the top of her thigh. She released the front wall to stand on its own and turned to face him. Her body was awake and alive. 

She chose to keep her eyes closed, focusing on the hot steam and the aroma of the soap, breathing in deep. She felt his hand on her face tracing her eyes and nose, then her cheekbones, lips and chin. Next, the soft cloth touched her cheek, small circles applying the lather, the smell so fresh and intense. The circles continued across her forehead then other cheek, then a line drawn down the bridge of her nose and two lines across her chin. He tilted her head back, and gently wiped the cloth over the delicate lines of her neck. 

He next washed her chest, just above her breasts, long strokes back and forth from shoulder to shoulder. He held the cloth in the middle of her chest just above her breasts and squeezed it, releasing a rich stream of soapsuds. She felt as the suds slid between her breasts, traveling slowly at first, gravity adding speed. They slithered down her stomach, just to the left of her belly button, hitting the top of her thigh. There the suds slipped between her legs and traveled the rest of the way to the tub floor on the inside of her left leg. He squeezed the cloth again, this time over each breast, depositing a healthy dollop of suds. She felt his hand delicately spread the suds out, his fingers dancing around her already erect nipples. He used the cloth on them as well, massaging her breasts. Her body was tingling again but for a very different reason.

He lathered the washcloth once more and returned to her body, starting just below her breasts on the top of her stomach. He washed in circles, around and around, working his way down, his free hand following close behind. The lower he got on her stomach the smaller the circles. Her breath was beginning to shorten as he neared her pussy, the anticipation starting to take over. He reached her abdomen, just above her pussy, then stopped. 

He switched to her left thigh, starting high on her leg, washing up and down from the top to her knee on the outside working in, his freehand mirroring the washcloth. As he neared her inner thigh, she involuntarily opened her legs, her pussy already beginning to throb. The cloth slid up and down, barely brushing against her lips before sliding back down to her knee. He moved down to her calf, her body aching, wanting more. He bathed her calf and then washed her ankle. 

She steadied herself on his shoulder as he picked up her foot and massaged and bathed it. He splashed water on it to rinse off the soap to avoid her slipping. Still steadying herself, she lifted her right foot so that he could begin his soapy ascent up her right leg. He lathered up her calf, working his way toward her thigh. He started on the outside once more, long strokes from her knee to the top of her thigh. She opened her legs more as the cloth rode up and down her inner thigh, just brushing her throbbing pussy.

Her eyes still closed she felt him standing in front of her. He placed the washcloth just above her pussy and with simple wrist movements he began to wash her pussy, sliding the cloth deep between her legs then back up to her lower stomach. She felt herself rocking her hips opposite the motion of the cloth, rubbing hard against his hand, back and forth. Her nipples were on fire, her clit and pussy throbbing and then he stopped. Her knees buckled a little when he removed his hand, she had been pressing down so hard. 

She stood there waiting, breathing hard and then she felt the soft hot spray of the shower on her forehead. He rinsed her off, spraying back and forth, the water and soap cascading down her body, heading to the drain. He rinsed off her face, then back and forth across her chest above her breasts. He rinsed each breast individually his freehand caressing and playing. She felt his mouth intermittently covering each nipple, licking and sucking them, sending waves of chills up and down her body. He sprayed and rinsed her stomach, pausing briefly over her pussy before continuing over the tops of her thighs, down her legs to her feet.

Breathing heavy, she turned and braced herself once more against the front wall of the shower, her body aching and beginning to shake. She felt the spray on her neck and shoulders sending hot water tracing down her back in streams. He sprayed slowly back and forth, rinsing the soap from her back, then down over her ass, rinsing and massaging each cheek with his freehand. He rinsed each leg in succession, from the top of the thigh to her feet. 

He let the showerhead dangle as he touched her hips, pulling her back from the wall. She slowly bent at the waist, still bracing herself against the front wall with her hands. He touched his hands on her inner thighs and she spread her legs wide for him, arching her back. He picked up the showerhead and directed the spray at the small of her back, holding it there momentarily, before drawing a line directly between her cheeks, and over her ass until it sprayed only on her pussy. She pushed her hips back toward the spray and felt his finger find her clit, massaging small circles on it. She felt the hot water pouring into her throbbing pussy as his finger manipulated her clit. He switched the showerhead to slow massage, sending a pulsating stream directly between her lips. He spread her lips open with his fingers and she felt the water massaging her inner walls. He held the showerhead close and the water almost filled her up. She pushed back harder against it and then it was gone.

He replaced the showerhead in its cradle above her, directing the hot pulsating spray at the small of her back. Her eyes still closed she felt a light tapping on her clit. She knew it was the tip of his cock. He traced her lips with his cock, feeling the water pour off her ass and splash on his cock. He rubbed the tip up and down the groove between her swollen lips. She felt this and immediately pressed back, taking him deep inside her, squeezing down hard on him. He grabbed her hips and started to pump his cock hard and deep inside her. She met each one of his thrusts by pushing back hard against the wall, feeling his cock drive deep inside her pussy and the slow pounding of the hot water on the small of her back. 

Harder and faster, he pumped both of them starting to sweat from the steam, the sweet smell of soap lingering in the air. Her pussy on fire and nipples burning, she squeezed and released her pussy around his cock with each thrust stroking his cock with her pussy. He reached for her shoulders for more advantage and drove his throbbing cock harder and deeper inside, ready to come. A few more deep thrusts and then he held his cock inside her, coming hard. She pushed back to him, her pussy contracting, coming with him, the hot pulsing water still hitting her back sending water cascading over her ass and his cock and balls. Both of them came hard then he slowly slipped out of her.

She used the wall to help her stand up. She turned and faced him, opening her eyes for the first time. He reached above her head, switching the showerhead to the soft hot spray. She fell into his arms, the water splashing in her hair. They kissed deeply and hugged tightly. 

When they released, he smiled at her and said "Good Morning." 

She smirked and said to him "Good Morning." 

She turned away and assumed her shower position; eyes closed, hands against the front wall, leaning forward just a bit, the showerhead pointing directly at the top of her head sending the water pouring over her entire body. She heard the shower curtain shuffle again as he left. She smiled and thought, "Maybe mornings aren't so bad after all."



Shower



In the twilight of the evening I walk down the street. I spot the only houses on the road that has a door that is slightly open. I look around, the street seems empty. I walked up the garden path, still furtive looking over my shoulders to make sure that no-one is watching. I gently push the door open. Being careful to be quiet. I pull the door closed behind me, being careful not to make a noise.

As I step inside the house I can hear the sound of running water coming from up the stairs. There doesn't seem to be any other sounds from the other rooms in the house. I slip out of my shoes and begin to tiptoe up the stairs. Although I am careful to step softly and to use the edge of each stair they still seem to creak slightly with every step. I wonder if I can be heard, and feel a sudden sense of panic. Still no-one seems to notice and the sound of the running water continues.

Standing at the top of the stairs I hear a female voice singing some little ditty quietly to herself. I stop to listen, it continues for only a few minutes before she stops. I smile to myself. I unbutton my shirt and allow it to drop to the floor. I remove my watch and drop ontop of the discarded shirt. Finally I remove my belt and unbutton my trousers. Sliding them over my firm ass.

I push the bathroom door open and I step through slowly, taking care to be as silent as possible. As I enter the room I feel the warmth of the steam against my face. It is oppressively warm; the air is thick and humid. My heart quickens and my stomach churns with nervous anticipation. Although the glass of the shower is heavily obscured by the steam I can still make out the silhouette of a woman. Your head is tipped back as the water rushers over you. I can see the outline of your womanly hips and breasts. I watch as you pull your hands seductively through your hair. Moving towards the shower door I slide it slowly open, taking care not making a sound. Your eyes are tightly closed and you still does not seem to realise that you are no longer alone. The warm sheet of water flows body over you like a waterfall. Your skin glistens and I am transfixed by the way the water caresses the outline of your body, the way the goblets of water drip from your body. I watch as you move your hands over your skin, sensually caressing yourself. Your eyes remain closed, there is still no acknowledgement yet that I am in the room.

Inflamed with desire I know that I cannot wait any longer. I step into the shower and in one rapid movement I grab both of your wrists with my hands and flip you around so that your back is facing me. I hear you gasp, perhaps in shock. I push both of her hands up against the wall and force you forwards. You try to pull her hands away, and you are strong. Stronger than I expected and I struggle to keep your hands pressed against the wall. However once the element of surprise has faded I am too strong for you. You are mine. Your torso is arched forwards and this causes your naked ass presses up against my now solid cock. I hold you for a few moments until you stop struggling. I remove my hands from yours and slide them over her body. My hands move up your shoulders, then trace the outline of your body, down to your waist. Your skin is soft, warm and smooth. Finally my hands come to rest on either side of your hips guiding you on to my dick. We seem to fumble for a moment before we both let out a moan as I feel myself sliding inside of you. I feel you grip me. I begin to thrust forcefully into you from behind. I thrust with all my strength. The sounds of the water cannot drown out our moans. The water is in my eyes and I cannot see anything. I feel you thrusting against me, squeezing me tightly. I can tell you are using the wall to push against me. You wants this more than you. I start slow but quickly build a faster rhythm. I feel it becoming more and more urgent. The water cascading over us is unable to cool the feeling of friction as our bodies rub against one another and the passion builds. My hands cup your breasts. You start to make louder and louder noises, struggling to control yourself. Then you lets out a what is almost a sigh as I explode inside you.

I hold her tightly, your head turns towards me and we kiss tenderly. My hands rap around your stomach and pull you towards me.

"I wasn't expecting you" you say with a little giggle.



Shower



"We're quite a pair, I mean look at us," Melissa said after tossing her armload of branches into the huge pile covering their front yard.

"Yeah, pretty grungy, but hey this should be the last of it," Harry replied, dragging two garbage bags full of debris next to the large pile.

"Well, finished until the power comes on, then we've got to get the inside of the house straightened up."

"The inside looks good to me," Harry replied.

"Yeah, good if you are in the middle of a camping trip. I mean with all the ice chests, MREs, cans of tuna, crackers and that god-awful canned ravioli..."

"Canned ravioli? I grew up on that stuff, used to eat it every day for lunch."

"Well that explains a lot, I think I need to have a long talk with your mother," Melissa replied pulling off her gloves and wiping the sweat from her forehead. "I guess I need to wait until the phones are working again to do that."

Harry pulled her into his arms and said, "You know it has been nice. I mean in almost three week we haven't had a single coitus interruptus call. Doesn't your mom know we have taken other measures?"

"Hey, it's not just my mom interrupting us," Melissa said, squirming out of his arms. "Besides, I'm getting a bit tired of the hot sweaty thing, I mean it was different and kind of fun, but all I want to do now is feel the cool air blowing over my naked body as I come."

"And just how do you plan to do that?"

"Well, we do go to John and Mary's to take showers, they have power and air conditioning."

"Oh, and what do we do, 'Oh hi John, Melissa and I are gonna need a few extra minutes while we fuck on your bed.' I don't think that will work."

"You're right of course, but I've been thinking," Melissa said, pausing for a moment, "Mary has been out of town for about a week and well, we have been talking about..."

"Getting adventurous?"

"Well... yes, and we know John and Mary, even talked about them as possibilities," Melissa said in nearly a whisper.

"And so, what do we do? Just go in and say, 'Oh John, Melissa and I would like to borrow your shower and by the way, we'd like you to fuck her too.' Just like that?"

"Not just like that, but I was thinking, why not I get in the shower and maybe you have a beer with John and well, ask him if he would like to join us. Even if we just play around in the shower, you did say the thought of you watching another man touch me and me touch another man kind of turned you on," Melissa said, running her fingernails lightly up Harry's thigh.

"Okay, okay, we'll give it a try, but just this once."

They quickly put away their rakes, and other tools, tossing their gloves onto the workbench in the garage before rushing into the house and locking it up. Hurrying out to the car, they climbed in, gave each other a quick kiss and as Melissa snuggled up next to Harry like they were still in high school, they backed out and drove over to John and Mary's house.

John and Mary lived just two blocks away but it was like driving from a third world nation into the lap of luxury as they passed the houses still waiting for power, the traffic light and street lights all out into a neighborhood with power. It wasn't just the sound of the A/C units, the lights and activity, the mood suddenly seemed to change. The people working outside all smiled and didn't seem downtrodden like the people in the unpowered areas.

Harry pulled up into the driveway and nodded toward the porch light. Melissa smiled broadly as she climbed out of the car. When John answered the door Harry said, "I noticed the porch light on, was that just to rub it in."

John smiled and turned it off, "No, sorry. Back before I had power, I left the light on so if the power came on when I was at work I could have a nice surprise coming up the driveway. I guess I just left it on."

John stepped back from the door and motioned for Melissa and Harry to come in. "How's the cleanup going for you?"

Melissa said, "We finally got the yard all cleaned up, now as soon as we get power we can work on the house."

"Well, the shower's all yours Melissa, you want a beer Harry?" John replied heading toward the kitchen.

Harry looked back at Melissa who nodded and waved her hand at him encouragingly. Harry nodded back and watched her turn and prance out excitedly, before heading into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he reached out, grabbed a cold beer from John and held it up to his head.

"Yeah nothing like a cold beer."

"I'd forgotten what these were like," Harry replied, opening the can and taking a long sip. He lowered the can from his lips, but before anything else was said, he took another long drink.

"You really do miss them," John noted.

"Yeah, you already had a few," Harry said, nodding to the empty cans in the trash.

"Well, with Mary gone I just guzzle beer and watch whatever sports are on."

"Pretty boring?"

"Well at first it was nice, but after a few days I got to missing her, a lot, if you know what I mean."

"Well, Melissa and I talked and ah, well... we talked about that, and ah, well I'll just say it... would you like to join us in the shower?"

"Oh right, just hop right in," John said laughing. When Harry didn't reply he stopped, looked right in Harry's eyes, looked toward his master bedroom and then back at Harry. "You were serious weren't you?"

Harry nodded.

"Melissa is okay..."

"She brought it up."

"And you're okay..."

"I asked you didn't I?"

"And you won't mind me touching and ah... ah... with Melissa?"

"That's the idea."

"And what will you do?"

"Watch."

"And..."

"Jack-off, or maybe dive in when you finish, I don't know."

"Well, I don't know. I don't think I have any condoms around."

"Who needs those, I mean Melissa's on birth control," Harry replied.

"But what about..."

"Relax John, this is the first time Melissa and I have done anything like this. I mean twelve years of marriage and we've done just each other, boring as that may sound. And I know you and Mary have been married only four years, hell you're still newlyweds."

"I guess," John said, hesitating a bit. "Well okay, as long as you are good with this."

"One hundred percent John, one hundred percent," he said, standing and heading toward John's master bedroom.

John led the way through the master bedroom, peeling off clothes as he moved. Harry followed, planning to undress once he got into the bathroom. There was a bit of steam coming from the bathroom and they could hear the water running as they approached the shower.

Harry began unbuttoning his shirt as John, already naked and hard, stepped into the shower. He heard his wife's voice, "Oh my, what have we here. Why let's get you soaped up and do some scrubbing."

Harry eased his shorts and underwear over his hardening cock and then reached for the door. Feeling a tingling in the pit of his stomach, he took a deep breath and opened the shower door. He immediately saw his wife, her hands covered in soap, stroking John's cock with both hands. John's soapy hands were up at her breast, squeezing them and sliding around over them.

As he eased into the shower, the couple eased aside, giving him access to the water as they continued exploring each other's soapy bodies. Harry grabbed the soap and scrubbed his arms and legs, and then his stomach. Once he was thoroughly clean, he lathered up his hands and while watching his wife and John continue sliding their hands all over each other, he slowly stroked his nipples occasionally dropping his hand down and stroking his erection.

After a few minutes Melissa said, "Oh, I'm getting all wrinkly."

"Do you want to rinse off and move to the bed?" John asked.

"Oh I thought you'd never ask," Melissa replied.

John and Melissa rinsed each other off and slipped out of the shower first, while Harry moved under the water. By the time he stepped out and dried off, his wife and John were on the bed. Melissa was on her back with her legs spread while John ran his tongue up her right thigh. Harry stood at the door while he watched John's tongue work tiny circles as he moved from Melissa's thigh closer and closer to her pussy. Harry could see she was ready, her lips already swollen and opening by the time John's tongue slid over the pick curves and pushed into her wet opening. He felt a twinge in his gut as Melissa sighed loudly.

He moved over to the bed and crawled up next to them where he kneeled. Melissa opened her eyes and looked over at Harry, reaching out with her hand and gently caressing his balls. He reached down, took hold of his cock and while his wife gently kneaded his balls he began stroking. Melissa began moving her hips, lifting them as John's tongue pushed deep into her and then withdrew to move to her clit.

Her breathing quickened and just by the way she moved her lips Harry knew she was going to come. He was a bit surprised, not because she was about to come, he knew she would probably come several times, but he was surprised how quickly she got there. John had only been between her legs for perhaps a minute when Melissa released Harry's balls, moved her hand onto her breasts, and lifted her hips up in the air as she came.

Harry watched John plunge his fingers into his Melissa's pussy and remembered how it felt when she came, how the wet softness pulsated around him. Almost immediately John crawled upward over Melissa and Harry watched her take hold of the man's thin cock and guide it into herself. It slid in easily, Melissa was so wet.

Quickening his stroke, Harry felt his wife's fingers run over his balls again, but when he looked at her face her eyes were closed and she had a satisfied smile. John began to move his cock in and out of Melissa's pussy creating a loud slapping sound as he thrust into her and a gentle slurping sound as he withdrew. Harry squeezed his fingers and moved his fist up and down, hard and harder until it actually was beginning to hurt as much as feel good.

He looked down and saw the cock working in and out of his wife, her juices coating it, her pussy lips pursing out with each withdrawal, collapsing inward with each thrust. She moaned loudly and cried out, "Again, I'm coming again."

Harry could take no more and he arched his back, spurting his cum onto his wife's breasts in spurt after spurt. His cock was raw from his angry stroking, but he continued, working out every last drop and letting is fall onto his wife.

Apparently seeing Harry come all over Melissa's breasts excited John because he suddenly moaned, shoved his cock deep into the woman with one last massive thrust and remained shoved to the hilt as his ass and balls twitched, his cock dumping his strange, hot cum into Harry's wife.

Rolling over and sitting on the edge of the bed Harry looked down at his sore cock as it softened. He could feel his wife and John moving on the bed in the final throes of their mutual orgasm, hearing the quiet whispers and kisses and then the slurping sound as cock slipped out of pussy. Melissa giggled and Harry turned to see her bending over to kiss John's cum soaked cock. From his angle he could see her ass and pussy pointed directly at him as the wet froth ran from her cunt and down her thigh.

"Oops," she said, cupping her hand between her legs and turning and running to the shower. Harry heard her turn on the water to wash the cum off her body. He looked over at John who initially smiled but then seeing the rage in Harry's eyes, his expression changed.

"Harry, I thought..."

Harry held up his hand, silencing John. He then stood up and began getting dressed. John quickly did the same and headed back to his kitchen.

Melissa stepped out of the shower and asked, "Where did John go?"

"Into the kitchen," Harry replied.

"Wasn't that incredible Harry?"

"Yeah, incredible," he replied sarcastically.

"You didn't like it?"

"Let's just go okay," he replied.

As they passed the kitchen Mellissa said, "John, thank you for the shower, it was fun."

"You're welcome," John said, "I..." looking over at Harry, he paused. "Just let me know if you need to borrow the shower again."

The couple walked out and climbed in their car. Harry backed out of the drive and traveled back to their house in silence. As they pulled into their driveway they notice the porch light was on.

"Hey we have power," Melissa said excitedly, "No more sweaty nights."

"And no more borrowing showers," Harry replied.

"No more, but we...."

"No more," Harry replied loudly.

"But..."

Harry reached out and his hand clasped on her face, his thumb and fingers pressing her cheeks inward. "We shower at home from now on, okay?"

"You're hurting me Harry."

He slowly relaxed his grip, took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm sorry."



Shower



The water from the shower head was as hot as I could stand it, steam swirling around and off of my skin, clinging wetly to every surface, fogging the mirrors and the stall's opaque walls. There isn't quite pain from the heat, but I'm feeling the effects as my muscles, knotted and abused, try to swell and uncoil as the heat invades and smothers me. I'm letting the water pound me right between my shoulders, arms supporting me from the tiled walls, relishing the sensation as it cascades about me, running down and around my body, washing away time's stress. My head is down and my eyes are closed as I let go of my control and spin happily into a fantasy of you....

The shower stall door opens slowly, my head turning and eyes opening to find you there, wrapped in the softest of white towels, radiant in the steam, smiling at me sweetly. There's only serenity in your eyes, pure and simple joy. I stand upright and make room for you and I'm struck yet again by your beauty as you dip your head to join me. The gentle bounce of your breasts as you move, the way your skin flushes pink in the heat of the water, shining brown hair framing your angel's face- I'm transfixed and speechless.

You move directly into me, falling into my embrace, heedless of the water. The softness of your breasts and belly and thighs against me, the way your cheek buries into my chest, any residual pain I ever could of felt is immediately erased in your presence. I feel whole and alive. Unconsciously my hands roam over your back, seeking to hold you as tightly against me as you are keeping me. I love the smell of your hair, fragrant like flowers, perfectly feminine without being overpowering as I kiss your forehead.

I can't say how long we stay there, but eventually we separate and it's as if every moment is working in a kind of blissful slow-motion fugue. Maybe time just has no place here, or I just don't want it to end. You bathe me gently with a bar of soap and a washcloth, lathering my body tenderly. Your hands roam freely over me, delicate and tiny against my comparatively giant frame.

You linger slightly when I catch your gaze, fingertips trailing down my stomach. A suddenly amused and mischievous smile crosses your face and you coyly look at my sex. The washcloth gathers more hot water, and you reach under my cock then, cradling and massaging my balls, your middle finger rubbing against my perineum. Using your other hand you carefully encircle my growing erection, squeezing mildly until I'm completely firm and rigid, head shining brightly aimed at your terrific cleavage. A bass grunt escapes my throat in the steam.

Casually you stroke me, almost milking me, adjusting your pressure as you slide up my length, fondling my balls on the return to the root of my cock. My breath catches each time you cycle my piston and I'm flexing myself in rhythm with you. Eventually a single drop or pre-cum emerges from me and you grin in utter delight.

Bending forward at the waist you lean forward and plant a generous and full kiss on the engorged head of my dick, swirling and licking your talented tongue all about the sensitive underside and I can't even breathe. I'm not close to cumming, but I'm not far either, and the feeling is so delicious when you gaze up at me, your eyes greedily devouring me.

My hands find their way into your wet hair, pulling it out of your face. You must see something on my face because you smile broadly around a mouthful of my cock as I reach under your chin to coax you up against me.

I pull your face up to mine and delight in the feel of your body sliding against me. My erection is hard and imposing against your belly. Your nipples harden in contact with my rougher, superheated skin. Our kiss is virtually volcanic, driven by a primal passion, my hands cupped around your face, my tongue penetrating your mouth vigorously, dancing and rolling with yours, my facial hair softened by the hot water, tickling your lips.

My hands migrate down your body, palms cruising across the slope of your breasts, fingers brushing against the undersides, then falling down around your ribs to the smooth highway of your spine. Rough hands strongly grip your bottom, pulling you even tighter against the insistent erection lodged against your belly. I'm squeezing and massaging your muscular ass even as you hook one of your dancer's legs around mine, grinding your sex into my thigh, pleasing yourself against me, spreading your wetness even amongst all this water.

I kiss your chin and jaw line, working my way to your ears. You moan loudly when I reach your throat, my teeth and tongue exciting you, sucking on you. I love how vocal you are, it spurns me onwards, heightening my desire for you, to be inside you, pleasing you, subduing you.

My fingers are kneading and pleasing your ass, driving your sex onto my thigh. I run my right hand inside your crack, fingers against your anus, pressing gently. My left hand slides up your hip and body to cradle a breast, more forceful in my pressure, more urgent.

Suddenly I pull you away from me. I lift and place your smooth leg on the edge of the tub. You grab the railing of the stall to keep balance. Going to one knee, I trail kisses and lick hot water all over your hips and stomach. I allow the short hair of my goatee to tickle your pubic hair. Alternately breathing hot air on you, I inhale the perfect and clean scent of you. Your smell and taste is so sexy to me, as you well know.

My hands are stroking the silky skin of your legs, adoring the satiny softness of your thighs even as my fingers crawl ever closer to heaven of your pussy. A forceful deliberate lick touches your labia, applying pressure to the puffy lip, going to your opening and then back up, one side and then the other. You moan your approval. My shoulder comes under your raised leg and you allow me to support you further as my hand slides up to your ass again.

Licking and lapping at you, my tongue invades you and swirls about, my face pressed against your lips. A finger replaces my tongue, slowly inching into you. My tongue slips and darts in your wetness, running up and down your inner lips, even as my finger twists and gently moves in and out of you. My tongue moves to your excited clit, flicking across it and occasionally giving it full and hard licks. Your vocalizations begin to echo with the stall's glass and tile walls as you direct me to your heightening pleasure.

A second finger inserts into you along the first, twisting and spiraling deeply as my tongue lavishes hot affection on your clit. Your pussy is feeling the wonderful pressure inside and out and you can feel your orgasm building like a wave about to crest over the shore.

A subtle vibration begins to emanate from my mouth as I hum "mmmmnnn," into your clit. My fingers are pumping into you and suddenly the building pleasure peaks. Your pussy spasms around my fingers and I receive a greater taste of your elixir. A finger from my other hand gently enters your rectum between contractions. "Mnnnnnn" I hum as you howl your climax and cum all over my face, my fingers fucking your pussy and ass. I love how you throw your head back and forth when you cum.

"Take me," you cry breathlessly in the heat and sweat and sex scented steam. I'm almost sad to leave your pussy. I stand and you turn away from me. You present your beautiful round ass to me as you bend forward. My cock is still super hard from your ministrations earlier and the excitement servicing you always keeps me that way.

I pry your cheeks apart and rub the thick part of my head down your crack, across your anus where I linger and consider. You moan and push back slightly in encouragement, but I decide to take your pussy again. I love stretching your cunt with my cock right after you've cum. I lever my cock further down and begin to push into you.

You almost growl as you push back onto me, taking me as deeply as you can. Grunting and groaning as my cock spreads you and fills you. The seductive heat of your body completely outclasses the heat from the shower, and I can still feel little tiny tremors of pleasure quaking within you as you squeeze and manipulate your vaginal muscles around me. I grab your hips and begin to pull in and out of you harder, thrusting faster. One of my thumbs comes to rest against your asshole and you gasp as I force it in. I love the sexy feel of your sphincter as my knuckle penetrates you. 

With one hand you reach between your legs and play with your clit as I pound my cock inside you. When my dick almost withdraws, I push into you hard with my thumb, fucking your ass as I fuck your cunt. 

We're both getting loud as you moan and I grunt in the ecstasy of the moment. My dick is swelling quickly, yearning for release. You turn your head and look at me with that private, lusty gaze and I lose all control. My orgasm hits me like a solar flare from the sun, the world turning white, with tracer after images of you staring into me over your shoulder. It's the single sexiest thing you do.

My orgasm triggers yours when you feel my cock jetting cum and spasming inside you. Your ass clenches and your pussy convulses around me as I keep pumping for all I'm worth. At last you calm and I gently slide from you as you turn to kiss me. We're both breathing heavily and sweating from the exertion.

You return into my arms, trembling in the aftermath, nuzzling into my chest, holding me as much as I'm holding you."



Shower



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The Shower

You have just come in from a long week at work, TGIF. You make a drink and plop down in an overstuffed chair, kicking off your shoes. The events of the week cascade over you as you sip. Then you let it all go and feel the muscles in your neck relax. It feels so good you close your eyes and mentally will the tension out of your head and face, then down your body, hands, arms, chest, stomach, and down, down, down to your feet. You sit in a trance like that for minutes, reveling in the feeling of nothingness. Your relaxed state continues as you open your eyes and sip again, set the glass down and draw in a deep breath before exhaling fully.

The weekend is ahead of you, and nothing is planned. You consider several options while finishing the drink. Then you rise and pull off your sweater. It is folded and laid on the table. Next the modest white bra follows. Skirt unzipped, pantyhose and white panties down. A pile has accumulated on the table. You smile knowing that you are going to walk naked through to the bathroom. It is so different than the way you were raised.

You luxuriate in the wet heat, the water cascading over your body, needle jets working from one place to another as you move. Body wash slides over your skin as it is applied, making it feel alive. The smell reminds you of long walks in fields and meadows. Finally, the shower has washed away all the tension of the day.

Just as you turn off the water, you are grabbed, one hand over your mouth and one at the waist. You are lifted and swung to the floor. Your right hand cushions your fall, but is pinned against the tub. Your left is grabbed and raised behind your back, wrist up until it is almost painful. The faintest of whispers asks, "Do you need to be gagged?"

You struggle again against the weight of his body and the hands that hold you. The right hand over your mouth pinches your nose, cutting off your ragged breathing. You panic and thrash about trying to claw at the hand covering your mouth, but your right arm is trapped and his weight is too much to budge. Your screams rise up from your lungs, only to be muffled in your throat. Your knees and elbow slide on the wet floor, unable to get a grip on anything to push off.

You hear a whisper again in your ear. "Stop." You have nothing to lose and collapse like a dishrag on the floor. Immediately, the finger and thumb are removed from your nose, and you gasp, filling your starved lungs with precious air. He doesn't move for over a minute as you calm down. "Do I need to gag you? Or can you refrain from making noise?" You shake head no, then yes. "I would hate to pinch your nose again," the whisper is soft and controlled, the veiled threat ominous. You shake your head back and forth.

His weight shifts, pressing your left arm into your back. You feel his hand moving in your hair, and a blindfold covers your eyes. "The blindfold is your friend. It would not be wise to see me," the whisper so soft you aren't sure you even hear it. His weight shifts to his side and you feel something slipped over your left wrist. He pulls you to your left and he grabs your right hand and twists it behind your back. You are pushed back against the tub, which traps your right arm behind your back. Something slips over that wrist as well and closes tightly.

What will he do to you, you wonder? The hand is still pressed tight over your mouth. The smell from his hand fills your nostrils. Will you scream for help if he removes it? Will anyone hear it and come to your rescue? Your hands are useless now, tied behind you. A feeling of helplessness washes over you.

You are pulled to your feet. His right arm encircles your waist and he lifts you easily and carries you into the combined living area. He continues to hold you from behind, his hand over your mouth, as you feel him reach for something and move about. He reaches and you can feel leather close about your neck. It is tightened more. You hear a rope whispers through a fitting above you and hands are at the back of your neck. You are pulled upward until you are standing straight. The whisper at your ear, "Nothing above a whisper will be permitted".

You nod. The hand relaxes and moves away. You gratefully breathe in through your mouth. You listen in the silence for a hint of what will come next. Fingers fumble at your wrists. Then they are pulled back and you hear him a few feet behind you. When you hear him at your side again, your wrists remain back, pulling in one direction, and your collar in the other.

This can't be happening to you, it just can't. Someone must come to rescue you, but who? You aren't expecting anyone. You have to take the chance. You consider screaming, trying in your confused state to weight the pros and cons of that action. You take a deep breath and open your mouth. Your voice catches in your throat as he whispers, "no". You are more startled than if he had yelled at you. "I can gag you if that is what you want. Some women like to be gagged."

"No," you say, hoping he'll reconsider. You know that a gag makes it harder to breathe deeply. 

"Nothing above a whisper," he responds. You nod in agreement.

A stick pushes gently, but insistently under your chin. You move your head up, the stick holding it in place. It pushes on up, stretching out your neck. Then it pushes your head to one side as if examining you, then the other. You decide to go with the flow. HE hasn't hurt you yet, although you are still scared. Your initial panic has subsided, and you feel as though you just might make it through this ordeal.

The stick rests lightly on your left thigh, pushing slightly, drawing your attention away. Then you feel it on your right one. You close your legs, conscious of your nudity. Whir, Smack, the thin rod hits your left thigh, then the right. You are aware of the pain for an instant, and then it fades. It is too close to your private area for comfort. You close your legs until they are touching and hope for the best.

Whir -- smack, whir -- smack, over and over. You breathe through your mouth, not daring to scream out, the pain taking over your mind. As the stick hits spots for the second and third time, you are sure you can take any more pain. Then you remember the stick pushing up your head. You think of the stick pushing at your thighs. You take a chance and part your legs, opening yourself up to HIM. The pain stops. The stick is once more pressing at your injured left thigh and you move your left foot out farther, feel yourself opening up and the collar putting a little pressure on your neck. Then it pushes on the right thigh. You move that foot as well, realizing that the position is uncomfortable, but it will be bearable for a while.

The stick is back, this time tracing a line up and down your back. You shiver from the stick, but also know that your body is still drying off from the shower. It slowly traces a line up, up the inside of your left leg, stopping just short of your pussy. You shiver again. Then you feel it on the inside of your right leg. It takes forever to reach the top and pull away. You hear a groan, and realize it is coming from your throat.

HE chuckles and a finger touches you lightly at the bottom of your pussy. HE drags it through your lips so slowly, at times you think he has stopped. You hear a slurp down there, and you fell your upper torso redden as the embarrassment of it flows through your body. It is like an electric shock when he gets to your clit and pulls the hood back as his finger continues its journey. Damn.

HE chuckles again. Your scent is suddenly strong in your nostrils. You wrinkle your nose and turn your head away from this gross smell. Whiff - SMACK! You catch yourself before you scream as a strip of pain explodes from your right breast. Damn, that hurt. You turn your head quickly back to the middle and inhale loudly through your nose, hoping he would not hit the other one. The smell is strong. You knew his finger must be right under your nose. You inhale loudly again. A few seconds and you relax, the anticipation of a second strike ebbing from your body.

The smell is gone. The stick is back behind you again, up the inside of your thighs, across your cheeks. Now it is dangerously close to your anus, causing another shiver. You brace yourself against the fear of where the stick might go, and are proud of yourself for not moving. It moves up your back to a spot between your shoulder blades. It pushes lightly and you respond to the unspoken command by pushing out your chest. The stick lifts up your hair, exposing your neck, and lets it fall.

Now it is around front. Your left breast is lifted and bounces lightly as the stick pushes from underneath. You are conscious that HE is examining you carefully and gagging your reactions to HIS every move. You have never felt so exposed as you are now, naked and with your breasts thrust out for his perusal. Apparently satisfied, the stick moves to the right one. You are suddenly aware that your nipples are aching and realize they are as hard as rocks. You silently pray that HE won't touch them. You have no idea how you would respond.

The end of the stick strokes the crease at the top of your leg starting from the hip and you let out a your breath. You are ticklish there, and twist your body back and away from it. Whiff -- SMACK! Pain sears the nipple on your other breast. UGOGaaaaa! You grunt in a loud whisper. You quickly turn back to center and thrust your breasts back out for HIM. "Sorry," you whisper through the pain. The stick is back again at your leg crease. You steel yourself to the sensation, trying not to giggle. Your stomach contorts as the tickling persists, but you keep yourself in position.

The finger again slowly is pulled upward through your pussy. The slicking sound is evidence of your arousal. You dare not move as it parts your lips, finally stroking your clit again. When you smell your arousal, you inhale, once, twice. The finger is at your lips. You open them, promising yourself that you will do whatever it takes to avoid more punishment. You taste yourself for the first time, and surprise yourself by not gagging. Not as bad as you thought it would be. The finger on your tongue, twists to get the taste fully in your mouth. You suck the finger and then it is gone.

Your legs are starting to ache from being spread so far apart. You feel the stick on the outside of your left leg, pushing gently and you gratefully step inward. Then the right, and you are able to relax a bit, although your breasts are unnaturally thrust out. Fingers fumble at your wrists and the pressure on them relaxes.

The stick moves up the left side of your body. You tense waiting for the pain from it, but nothing comes. It gets to your shoulder and pushes. You allow yourself to turn your back to HIM. A gloved hand lightly moves about your back, only touching you ever few seconds. Then it strokes the curves of your ass. The piece of wood touches you again, and you turn another quarter of a turn for HIS examination.

When you have completed the circuit to HIS satisfaction, you feel HIS fingers at the back of your neck and you are released. Your wrists, tied behind you, are then pulled upward, bending you over. The end of the stick is drawn over one nipple, then the other, over and over, until they ache with arousal. You can sense your breathing quicken, you're sure from the awkward position.

PAIN! It radiates from your left nipple. HE has put something there. It is heavy and pulls the nipple towards the floor. You grunt as nerve endings shoot insistent messages to your brain. It swings, the teeth biting into different parts of your nipple as it moves. PAIN! Now the right nipple. You take a deep breath and grit your teeth to stand the pain. Whatever is there swings back and forth a few times before stopping.

Several seconds pass. Whatever is on your nipples is pushed and swings back and forth, back and forth, finally stopping. You wait. Whiff -- SMACK! The stick hits the outside of your left breast. The weights swing wildly as you shake, guttural sounds coming from your chest, but you hold your breath to keep from screaming out loud. You feel them slow and stop. Whiff -- SMACK! The stick hits the outside of your right breast causing the weights to swing again.

He wants something; you just know it. What is it? Whiff — SMACK! You move from side to side to get the weights to move. They tug at your nipples as they swing, but the discomfort is slight compared with the welts raised by the stick. The punishment has stopped. You gyrate back and forth, and wonder how long you have to keep swinging the weights. 

You can almost feel HIS stare as HE watches your breasts point downward toward the floor. HE stops the left one and adds more weight to it, swinging it to get it started with the right one. You don't take the chance of stopping while HE works. You can feel the added pull on your left nipple. The teeth grip tighter now and you can feel the weights more on each side of the nipple as they swing. The right one is stopped and the added weight applied to it as well before it swings.

A long minute goes by. HE taps your left thigh again with that damn stick and you step wide, one foot, then the other, as before. Your back is beginning to cramp up. You feel him pull one of your lips out, and a weight is attached to it. Another is applied, then 2 to the other side. You don't need to be told what to do. You swing those weights as well as those on your nipples. You are breathing fast now with the exertion. Sometimes the weights hit your thighs as they swing. What a sight you must be. You would blush if you only could.

You feel HIS finger slide over your clit. HE holds it there as you move back and forth, always keeping the weights in motion. You grit your teeth at the sensation. It feels so damn good—no you can't believe you just thought that. But there is no denying the fact that you are close to cumming. Every move you make now brings you in contact with HIS finger. And every time the weights swing you can feel the sensations HE has set up on those erogenous zones. You are close. So close. You feel yourself start to shake. You swing the weights a little more and push a little harder into HIS finger. With a chuckle, HE pulls his finger away. The clips are removed from your pussy lips, then from your nipples, and you can finally stop. You shake your head. HIM stopping IS what you wanted, isn't it?

The rope is relaxed once again, and you stand up thankfully, although a little wobbly. You hear your breathing- a bit labored still. You smell your odor, and open your mouth for HIS finger. You know where it has been, but you suck it anyway. What is the point of such petty nuisances now?

HE steps behind you and HIS fingers work at the kinks in your back. This act shakes you, since it tells you that HE knows what you are going through, and thinks of you as more than a sex object. It was easier before to hate the man who was raping you. As HE works the knots out, you try and sort out your feelings. You know that you would have cum in another half minute. And something deep inside tells you that it would have been extraordinary.

Back around the front. He is brushing something over your nipples—the back of his hand, or the back of his fingers, perhaps? You find yourself pushing into the stimulation, although you can also feel the sore spots on each nipple. Now something entirely different grates over them. The stimulation there is intense now. You don't know whether to pull back or to push into it, but you know that you need to keep your breasts thrust out for HIM. Just when you think you will either scream or cum from the sensation, it stops.

Your wrists are again lifted in the air as the rope is pulled up and you bend over with a groan. HE fumbles about in front of you, but you can't make out what HE is doing. A variety of sounds involving metal...but you can't make sense of it. Then HE is behind you, sliding a table into place and doing...you don't know what. You wait in silence. Snap. A rubber sound? A tap of the wooden rod on one thigh and your feet spread apart as of their own will.

A touch around your anus makes you clench your buttocks. Nooooooooo. Nobody touches you there. It is gooey and slides around while you tense your muscles willing it to stop. The finger slides in your private hole, then back out. Around in a circle, daring you to tighten your asshole. Then it pushes past the little wrinkly gate and back out as you tense up. Finally it enters and remains still.

You stand, holding your breath, waiting for something else to happen. The seconds tick by. You have an uneasy feeling HE is waiting for you to do something. You grind your teeth in frustration and push back against his finger. It slides in easily with the lubrication HE has used. You are surprised that it doesn't hurt, but the embarrassment of having a finger in your ass is there still. Forward now, letting it slide out. When it pops out, a tingle shoots in all directions from your nether region. Nooooo, it can't be. But there is no choice and you back yourself onto it again, especially feeling the fingertip as it touches the outside and then breaks through your sphincter.

A rhythm starts as he holds his finger steady. You find that it is more erotic if you let it slip all the way out, but you only do that every once in a while. You feel your hanging tits sway with the movement and are reminded by your nipples that you are turned on. Grrrrrrrrr, this can't really be happening to you. It must be a nightmare. Things like this don't happen in real life. You suddenly realize that you're not tense anymore, back there and that you are pushing all the way onto his hand. You pull all the way out and just push onto the end of his finger half a dozen times. How could this feel so good?

The finger is gone, the glove is snapped off. "Please," you whisper, but there is no answer, and you feel vaguely empty. Something slides on the floor behind you, something else in front. You wait. An object pushes against your pussy and you push back onto it without thinking. It fills you deliciously with a slurping sound, but it isn't HIM.

You start a rhythm again, wishing you could get at your clit. You let it slip all the way out before pushing back against it again. A groan passes from your lips. You can smell yourself. Before it was the smell of fear and then sweat. Now it is the scent of your sex. The liquid sounds are unmistakable. HE has to know how turned on you are. Your legs ache now, as do your arms from their raised position behind your back. You push back hard and something scrapes your hanging nipples, causing the sensation to radiate directly to your pussy.

HE pulls up on the rope holding your wrists, and you feel the scraping every time on your nipples now. It is too much. Smack! His bare hand strikes your ass. Are you doing something wrong? You push back harder onto the dildo. Smack! His hand hits the other side. It draws your attention away from the sensation overload at your nipples, but does nothing to cool the fire in your loins. Smack. Smack. His hand hits every time you impale yourself on the cock. But you can't stop now. HE couldn't do that to you.

The sensations all run together in your mind. You can't concentrate on anything. Just keep going. Faster. Faster. You don't realize that his hand is hitting harder or that you are allowing yourself to droop lower drawing your nipples over the rough surface below them. You are going into overload, your breathing ragged. Guttural sounds pour from your throat, all remembrance of HIS command to keep still forgotten. Almost there, almost.




Shower



Sickly, feeble, yellow lighting. 

Warm water. 

Little drops falling, landing in puddles. 

Hot steam, hiding the far corners of the room.

Splashing of feet moving in the water.

Suds and bubbles sliding down her skin.

A shower.

She stands there, warm drops caressing her bare body. The troubles of her day wash away. She scrubs herself, till she's squeaky clean. She feels calm, at peace. Her blue eyes are misty, cloudy, hiding her thoughts.

She doesn't like this campground. Ticks, stupid bloodsucking bugs. Torrential downpour, she couldn't sleep last night for all the rain and thunder. No alcohol here, it's a family campsite. And, worst of all, the showers don't have curtains. They are all separate rooms, so at least they are private, and you can lock the doors. 'Did I lock the door?' She asks herself mentally. She assures herself she did. But she doesn't really know.

'Click.' The doorknob turns. Naturally, she turns towards the noise. The door opens and a man walks in. He realizes there is a woman in the shower, and turns around. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he says and then rushes out. But he got a good look at the woman, though he didn't want to. He saw her voluptuous breasts. He saw her firm butt. He saw her hourglass shape. And he can't help being aroused.

The girl slips out of her shower, leaving the water running. She wraps a pink towel around herself. She opens the door. The man is walking away at a brisk pace. "Hey!" she calls. 

He turns around. "I'm really sorry. I- You- You didn't lock the door. I-I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I-I didn't see anything." He lies. He saw. And he liked what he saw. The woman could tell. He wore tight pants. It was obvious. His solider stood at attention.

And the woman didn't mind helping it fight wars. "I don't mind." She winks at him. "Say, why don't ya give me a little company?"

"Alright." The man says, following her back into the shower. He doesn't need much persuasion. The woman lets her towel slip to the floor. The man quickly pulls off his clothes. He is sure to lock the door. When he turns around, he sees the woman beckoning with her long pointer finger. The man can barely contain his excitement. He is so hard. He wants her. And he can tell she wants him.

She kisses him, one hand on his shoulder, and the other sliding down, down, down... She slips to her knees and he can tell what she's going to do. She opens her mouth wide, and he slips into it. The woman is a pro. She sucks just hard enough for it to feel amazing. But she is careful not to graze him with her teeth. Sensations. Wonderful sensations. Amazing feelings of intense pleasure. Explosions of satisfaction in his mind.

'He's so big! I'm surprised it fits in my mouth.' The girl thinks to herself. She flicks her tongue around it. She licks the sensitive underside.

The man has to hold on to the handicap bars so he doesn't fall. He's weak in the knees, it feels so good.

He explodes in her mouth, ejaculating more than she can swallow. Some white liquid escapes her mouth and smears on her lip.

The sweet liquid tastes good. Perhaps it's an acquired taste, but the woman has certainly acquired it. She savors the tastes, the explosion of flavor.

The man, his feelings are indescribable. He feels so good. He has never been this hard, never been this long. Other women can't compare. She is so damn good. He looks down, but her black hair covers her face. He brushes it back, revealing a hungry look in her eyes and a smirk on her face.

He starts to pull away, but she doesn't let him. She grabs his butt and pushes him closer. It hurts so good. But he wants to pay her back for his pleasure. He pulls away and she stands up. 

"Mmm. Baby you are so good at this." The man says.

"Oh I'm just getting started." She replies, a seductive grin on her face.

The man slips into her, and she moans as they come together. 'Oh God, it feels so good.' The woman thinks to herself. But what they're doing is anything but holy. He kisses her, from her lips, down her cheek, down her neck, all the way to her shoulder. Then he kisses her on the lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting himself in her mouth. It's definitely a turn-on for the woman. She runs her hands through his brown hair. 

She is coming so hard now. She is screaming, it feels so good. She claws his back with her painted pink nails. He doesn't mind the pain. She can't help it. She needs something to hold on to. He's the best she's ever had. Which is definitely saying something, because she's had a lot. She's very experienced. 

Sure, she has a husband. But he's always off on 'business trips.' During which, he has several partners of his own. An open relationship. A perfect relationship.

But her husband came camping with her. He's probably wondering where she is. Not that he really cares. They only married each other for political and financial reasons. And the fact that their parents pushed them into it. Not that either of them minded. They were good friends. 

But they just didn't love each other that way.

For a moment, the girl wonders why she ever married him. But her thoughts fade. This stranger was better than her husband. Better than any man she had ever been with.

"Hey, are you done yet?" a voice calls from outside. The woman recognizes her husband's voice. He knew which shower she went into, and he must be wondering what took her so long. 

"Almost." The woman calls.

"Who the hell is that?" the man whispers, pulling away from the woman, though he would much rather have staid where he was.

"My husband."

"You have a husband?!"

"Yup."

"So I'm helping you have an affair?"

"Yup."

"Why don't I feel guilty?"

"Cause I've done this many times before. And also cause you're really good at this. But now I gotta go."

"Okay, bye."

The woman dries off, running the towel over her naked body. She gets dressed and dries her hair. Then she steps out the door, leaving the man to finish up on his own. She walks back to her campsite, holding hands with her husband. She sighs. 'The best kind of shower,' she thinks to herself, 'is one where you feel dirtier coming out than you did going in.'



Shower



I love the idea of being with you in the shower - you don't know that I'm in your house - I've sneaked in across your upstairs balcony early in the morning - hubby has already left early. You wake up feeling horny already - were you thinking of me? In any case, your gorgeous pussy requires attention. Standing just outside your bedroom door, I can hear your soft sexy moans as you masturbate gently leading up to an exquisite orgasm before you need to get up. But you really do need a shower now as you squirted well as you came. 

You slip off your nightdress (what do you wear to bed?) and stand naked for a while, admiring at your own gorgeous body and caressing your lovely breasts. I'm able to watch you and I can almost not control a gasp of sheer lust at the sight of you. You walk slowly into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As you wait for the water temperature to settle, you idly play with your pussy because you're still aching with desire. Your groans of pleasure turn me on totally!! You step into the shower and pull the shower curtain across. 

I can still see your silhouette as you shampoo your hair, your pointy nipples showing on your lovely breasts. I slip quietly inside your bathroom and quickly pull off my clothes. My cock is stunningly erect and already pre-cum is drooling from the tip. In a sudden movement, I move into the shower beside you. You gasp, first in horror, but then with uncontrolled pleasure as you realize it's me. Your hands grab at me and pull me close, forcing my hard cock against your belly. You groan as our lips meet, crushing together and then your tongue forces its way into my mouth, exploring with passion.

We are enwrapped in each others arms but your pussy is aching to feel me inside you while the hot shower spray cascades around us. You turn away from me and bend over, holding onto the shower taps. I hold my cock out towards you and gently press the head against your pussy. You groan with lust and urge me to slide it inside you. The head pushes your lovely pussy lips apart and I then drive it in - hard and deep in a single powerful thrust that knocks all the breath out of you. You struggle to hold yourself together as I literally sweep you off your feet. You feel that my big cock is driving almost between your breasts. 

I'm holding you up off the shower floor on the hardness of my cock and you luv it. But you can't move and you desperately want to feel the magic that my cock can work in your insides. You urge me to thrust into you and now you can feel the floor under your feet again. You moan again as I start to slide in and out of your very horny pussy, slowly and deeply, driving that last inch in deep as our bodies meet and crush together. 

I slap your butt cheeks gently, enhancing your excitement while I slowly fuck deep into you. I can feel your fingers playing at your clit and occasionally feeling the hardness of my shaft where it's going in and out of you. You cum explosively, suddenly and unexpectedly, even for you, but your squirting juices are just lost in the shower spray. What you can't hide are the violent spasms inside your pussy that run up and down my throbbing cock shaft - and your cries of delight as your orgasm crashes through your body. Still hard, I hold my cock inside you while your orgasm slows and you can calm down - but now you're hungry for more. 

You brace yourself against the wall and urge me to thrust into you, hard and deep - not fast, but just hard. I willingly oblige, my cock rising even harder as I can feel the end of your cervix touching against the tip of my cock on each deep thrust. I keep going for several minutes until you crash into another orgasm, your body bucking wildly and uncontrollably on my shaft. Again, I hold still deep inside you until your orgasm calms and you can breathe again.

I then gently push you off my shaft and you groan in disappointment. But I quickly spin you round and lift you up to sit on the edge of the sink unit. You hold your legs wide apart and smile that super-seductive smile that sends me into raptures. I grin back, slowly and sexily stroking my hard cock before you. You want me so much now, your body is becoming like an animal. You're hungry with lust as you reach out your arms for me and pull me back against you. Your hands grab at my pulsating cock and push it straight inside your very willing pussy. I plunge in deep again and in a single thrust that makes you groan noisily, and almost makes you cum immediately. 

My cock is so hard I know I can try something that we've never done before. I lift you up from the sink unit and now you are simply sitting on my hard cock with no support. In this way my cock buries into parts of you never reached by even your longest toy. You orgasm instantly, again squirting and coating us both with your juices. We kiss frantically and wildly, our tongues mashing together and exploring like teenagers. My cock is harder than ever and you begin to wonder whether I'm ever going to cum. IN my own mind, I'm just building you up for the big moment. I know how much it makes you explode to feel my hot cum spurting inside your pussy, but I want to feel your body aching with extreme desire before I let that happen. I stagger slowly under the shower again.

I bounce you up and down on my cock, my hands under your butt cheeks. I press your back against the shower wall and thrust my cock hard upwards as you descend each time. You really feel that I'm splitting you in two, but your cries confirm that this is taking you to a level of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You are now completely incoherent with your cries, just urging me to finish the job!

My orgasm begins to take shape, obviously going to be the orgasm of a lifetime. I feel such an incredible ache beginning deep inside my balls as they slap against your body. Your breasts are bouncing in front of my face and I want to caress and kiss them, but maybe later. I slow a little to let you rest and to bring you back towards reality. 

As your body registers the fact that now you are no longer being fucked by a madman, you laugh and giggle like a schoolgirl. But you are still helplessly waiting for my orgasm. Your body couldn't struggle to lift itself from my cock under any circumstances. Your pussy clamps down on my shaft just to make sure I'm still deep inside you. You ache with a desire beyond anything you've ever imagined. You know it would kill you if I stopped now.

The doorbell rings! You freeze and scream in frustration. The door opens and from downstairs your hubby's voice calls up.

"Are you there, darling?"

You struggle to respond, "I'm in the shower, dear. I'll be finished soon."

He shouts up, "Fine. I'll just put on some coffee."

"What's he doing home?" you ask in astonishment.

However, you grin wickedly at me and again start to wriggle your amazing butt. My cock, somewhat softened by the fear of having to stop, rebuilds instantly and becomes harder still. My orgasm is still there, just waiting. You bounce yourself vigorously now on my shaft, pushing me in as deep as you can.

"You can cum now," you giggle, as you feel my cock swell on the edge of the incredible orgasm we've built up.

I push you down so hard on my cock that you seem to almost break it off, but that last movement sends me into an amazing spurting, crashing, writhing orgasm, filling up your pussy so that hot cum drips out all over us both. You cum again, almost washing us clean with the amount of juices you squirt out. I grunt and groan noisily with my orgasm and your cries are loud, perhaps too loud. When we calm down, we listen to find out whether your hubby heard anything.

All is quiet downstairs and we slowly disengage. My cum pours from your pussy and pools on the floor, soon to be washed away by the shower spray. My cock does not soften completely and we both know we could do it again in less than 5 minutes, but not now... 

"Go out the way you came in," you murmur, "And thanks!"

You put on your bathroom gown and leave me with a grin, walking down the stairs with that sexy sway that turns me on so much.

I dress slowly, still crazed by the intensity of our lovemaking. I clamber out over the balcony and into the garden where I can hide in the bushes. Eventually, I return home and send you an e-mail of thanks.



Shower



Mel presses her head and palms against the cool tile of the shower. The water pelts her side as she closes her eyes and whispers, "I miss you."

A hand, slow and warm, slides up her back to her shoulder, "I'm here." The hand doesn't startle her, but it does quicken her heartbeat. The hand curves over her shoulder and slides down her arm, "Right here." The lips that fall on her shoulder are soft and warm.

"Savi..." her breathing becomes heavier, "you can't be real." But she wants it to be real...very, very much. "Oh god, please, please let it be real." She turns without opening her eyes, and kisses the woman deep. The groan she hears is her own.

Those hands...the hands she misses ...are everywhere. The need in her is overwhelming and she presses the woman against the wall, making her moan, "Baby...please."

Mel's hand slides between the shorter woman's legs and finds hot wetness, "Fuck.." She circles the woman's clit with two fingers and whispers in her ear, "Like that?"

"Shit," Savi arches hard, "yes. Just like that." She begins to grind hard against the fingers. "Kiss me." She pulls Mel's head to her own for a hard, long kiss. When she gasps, Mel's mouth moves to her neck, "Jesus...please."

Mel breathes in Savi's ear, "You ready?" The woman's head nods and she whispers, "Cum for me, Savi."

Nails scratch Mel's shoulder when Savi hisses, "Now..oh god." She trembles against the tile and Mel bites her neck, adding to the sensations already driving her crazy. "Shit, oh god."

Mel crushes her lips against the other woman's and swallows the scream when she finally lets go. As Savi's legs regain their strength, Mel covers her neck and face in kisses, "I miss you. I love you."

Savi opens her eyes and slides her hand around Mel's waist, "My turn." She pulls the woman against her and takes her lips in a soft, slow, deep kiss. When she presses Mel against the tile, the woman's back arches and Savi smiles, "Cold?"

Mel laughs nervously, "Yes." When Savi's mouth closes around a nipple though, she loses all sound and can only moan.

Savi kisses the woman's neck and whispers hotly, "How do you want me?" When she gets no response, she smiles against Mel's lips, "Fingers or tongue?"

She shivers, "I don't care. Please, please baby." When Savi's fingers slide into her, she shudders, "God." Savi removes her fingers and circles Mel's clit slowly, "Oh my God." She presses her hips forward and Savi moves her hand back, "God damn you." She smiles and sighs, "Damn you!" She kisses the woman hard and when Savi bites her bottom lip, she groans, "Baby."

"You are so wet, baby." Savi flicks a nipple with her tongue and suckles it while her fingers speed up. She sees the muscles of Mel's stomach ripple as she works her hips in unison with the fingers against her.

She can feel Savi's thigh against her own. Mel slides her hand between Savi's legs and it's quickly wet, "Fuck yeah. You're hot too, baby."

"Oh you meanass," Savi sighs. She spreads her legs to allow Mel more access and matches the woman's pace, "Yes, oh god."

Mel flicks the woman's clit with her thumb and she laughs when she makes her shiver, "You like that, mama?"

"Mmhmm" Savi nods just before flicking Mel's nipple while holding the woman's gaze. As she sucks softly she moans her appreciation when Mel arches into her, pressing herself harder against Savi's mouth.

Closing her eyes and shaking a bit, Mel gasps, "I'm so close. Oh god, don't stop."

Savi buries her hand in Mel's hair and pulls it down to stare into her eyes, "Cum with me." She presses their foreheads together and groans, "Cum with me now." She throws her head back with a gasp.

Mel bites Savi's neck and groans as her own orgasm washes over her, "Oh god, Savi."

They cling to each other and Savi whispers in Mel's ear, "I love you." She turns them around so that her own her back is against the tile. She reaches up and strokes Mel's face, "I miss you, baby."

Mel presses her forehead to Savi's and her palms against the wall on either side of the woman's head, "I miss you, too." She closes her eyes before the tears start and when she opens them....she is alone. To the silence she whispers, "I love you."