2 comments/ 7989 views/ 3 favorites Wetter By: josicuervo I'm leaning back against the wall of the shower, one leg hooked over your shoulder, spreading me open for you. Water splashes off your back and my hands tangle in your wet hair, pressing your face into my throbbing pussy. I'm watching the top of your head, watching the sudden glimpse of your tongue on my aroused flesh, the flash of your hand as you push your fingers inside me and the sight and sounds of what you're doing to me makes my insides clench even more. I'm boneless with pleasure, gasping and moaning, rubbing myself against your face shamelessly. I've already come, once, twice, three times, I've lost count. I try to pull you up, but you silently refuse and lick and suck and finger fuck me back into oblivion. I'm slowly sliding down the wall, my body shaking as you continue to feed on me and it's all I can do to stop myself from collapsing on top of you. You stand up without warning, pushing me back against the shower wall as you move between my legs. I clutch at your shoulders, my arms wrapping around you and pulling myself up as you urge my legs around you. You rub the head of your dick against me, dipping in, spreading the wetness there along your length. You push in slowly, pulling back and pushing in until your pressed fully inside of me and I'm quivering around you, all wet heat and whimpering need. I feel the fine mist of water on my face from where it's hitting against your back, and the heat of the water against my legs where it streams around you. The tiled wall is cold on my back and I feel the cold against my ass when you slide all the way in. My breath comes in gasps and sobs and I tighten my arms around your neck, pulling you closer as you push me into the wall with your thrusting hips. You set a punishing pace, your cock moving in and out of me fast and hard and you lower your head, your lips pressing against my ear as you mutter urgently, over and over, "come, baby, come." I moan, whimper, my legs tightening around you, pulling you in deeper and I rock my hips, grinding my pussy against you as you pound into me relentlessly, over and over and over again until I'm sobbing my release against your shoulder. You step back, easing my legs down, your hands on my arms steadying me as I sink to my knees before you, my hands gripping the backs of your thighs. Your hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer and then you're moaning as I take your wet cock between my lips. I smell myself on you, taste the sweet musk of my pussy on you as I lick and suck you down and I lean into you, taking you deeper and deeper, until I can't take anymore. You groan, curse, your hips thrusting, your hands yanking my hair almost painfully as you begin to fuck my mouth. I relax my upper body, letting you direct me where you want me until you're thrusting in and out, in and out, fast, hard and deep. You're practically choking me, your hard dick hitting the back of my throat with every push between my lips and I revel in it, using my lips and tongue to silently beg you to come in my mouth. Your sex noises are getting louder, more frequent, your breath coming out in grunts and pants and uncontrollable guttural whimpers. You shove your dick between my lips, pressing against the end of me and I feel your dick contract on my tongue, hear your guttural exclamation as I taste and feel your seed spurt into my throat. My heart pounds in my chest and I suck and lick and swallow with abandon. I swallow all of you down, lick you clean then sit back and stare up at you as you lean heavily against the wall, your face still twisted with pleasure. I smile, my head falling forward until my face if pressed against your thigh and I can't stop my satisfied sigh at the feel of your hand against the back of my head. Wetter Spin class seemed to last forever. Rachel pushed down hard on the pedals, but didn't have sufficient strength left to follow the cadence of the music. She should have gone for that long hot bath instead of rushing to the gym again. Her cat Jamie should be balancing on the edge of the tub next to her, shooting her disdainful glares every time he nearly slipped in. She was getting too old for this kind of fitness regime. Rachel looked up and, through the drops of sweat raining from her forehead, caught a glimpse of Toni's strong arms. The instructor's skin was soaked and her top clung to her body so tightly Rachel could make out her abs gleaming underneath. To hell with that bath, she thought, this is by far the best place to spend a Thursday night. "Come on, Rachel," Toni shouted, her voice brimming with authority, "try to keep up." Rachel thanked whoever invented the spin studio for the current darkness she found herself in, obscuring the no doubt bright shade of red flushing her cheeks. She sat in the front row, right across from Toni—not her bike of choice but her photography teacher Jimmy had taken her apart after class again. "To discuss the shadow lines in that picture of your cat in private", he had said, but they both knew better. Jimmy had fancied her from the start. Rachel hardly wore her sexual preference on her sleeve, but she believed that, even to the not so keen observer, it must be fairly obvious she was a lesbian. Or perhaps Jimmy liked a challenge. Thanks to him she'd arrived late at the gym and the only available spot happened to be directly opposite Toni. Rachel usually hid in the back, cultivating her crush from a safe distance, but she had to admit the view up front was much better. "Rise," Toni yelled dramatically and Rachel pulled herself up, clinging to one last flicker of will power, for a hill climb. Maybe she was just as bad as Jimmy, but at least her mild obsession with Toni was increasing her fitness levels. She did, however, realise you couldn't judge a woman's sexuality successfully if you'd only seen her in workout clothes—the margin for error was simply too big. Nevertheless, she had a good feeling about Toni, even though she didn't know much more about her than her name. She knew she had rock hard abs though, and triceps to die for. A current of sweat trickled down Toni's forehead while the toned muscles of her arms bulged spectacularly as she tamed the imaginary mountain. "Come on, team," she shouted at the top of her voice, "one more minute and you're free to do whatever you like." If only she knew, Rachel pondered, what I'd like to do to her. Rachel, weary of people this late in the day, checked if the steam room was empty. She inwardly chuckled when she saw there was no one inside because, in life, she had learnt, it's small signs of good fortune like this that matter most. Late night spin classes, for some reason, were quite a male affair. She'd only counted three other women in the studio—and Toni of course. This near to closing time the female locker room was almost deserted and Rachel let her back fall lazily against the damp chair, safe in the knowledge the steam cabin was hers alone tonight. She closed her eyes and immediately visions of Toni's sweaty arms and shoulders occupied her mind. The strength and stamina they promised filled her with both instant desire and disappointment. Sure, Rachel had been lusting after Toni long enough to acquire a more than acceptable body for a woman her age, but apart from the occasional polite chit chat before and after class, they'd hardly exchanged words. Still, maybe it was wishful thinking, but Rachel did feel like she had some small signs to cling to. Not a class went by in which Toni didn't call her out—not an honour bestowed on anyone. Then again, maybe it was simply a perk of being a regular. They had exchanged appreciative glances in passing in the locker room, but it was Toni's job to train the gym's members and guide them towards firmer bodies. So, basically, she was only acknowledging her own work. Steam hissed around Rachel and condensation drops seeped down from the ceiling. She'd give it another minute or two and then head for the shower. At least Jamie would be waiting for her at home and he was excellent at cuddling. A soft thud caught Rachel's attention and she opened her eyes. Seriously, she thought, someone's really going to ruin my blissful solitude now? "Hi," a voice cut through the steam. Rachel couldn't make out a face through the vapours but she would recognise that clipped low voice anywhere. Instinctively, she wrapped her towel around her chest, then changed her mind and let it slip to the side again. "I thought you'd have perspired enough today." Rachel fixed her eyes on Toni's shape, which was becoming clearer by the second. Please drop the towel, she prayed. "There's always room for more." Toni took the seat opposite her and unfurled the towel from her upper body. Rachel swallowed hard and thanked all the heavens and the stars and all the gods she didn't believe in. She tried to regain the composure she lost the instant Toni had set foot in the cabin, but the heat enveloping her and the sight of Toni's bare breasts weren't helping. She'd have to leave the steam room soon if she didn't want to faint. Or maybe Toni would resort to some inspired mouth-to-mouth if she did. "You've been working hard," Toni said, her eyes focused on an area beneath Rachel's face. "All praise goes to this gym's excellent instructors." Toni flashed her a sly smile and Rachel couldn't keep her eyes off her instructor's magnificent shoulders. So close, she thought as a mild dizziness crept up on her, but yet so far away. "I'm sorry, but I've been in here too long." Rachel rose and had to steady herself against the soaked wall. "I need to get out." "Careful." In a split second Toni was by her side, her towel left behind on the chair. She supported Rachel's arm and the firm grip of Toni's fingers around her bicep made her head swim even more. "Walk slowly. I'll escort you out." Not that Rachel had a plan, but still, this was not the plan. What was the point of boasting toned muscles and a lean body if you nearly lost consciousness in front of the hot instructor? She let Toni guide her out and sat down on the wooden bench flanking the cabin. She took a few sharp breaths and felt her strength return. Rachel had lost her towel along the way as well and Toni towered over her, a worried look on her face and her body covered in nothing but sweat. "I'll get us some fresh towels," Toni said. "I'll just be a minute. Will you be all right?" Rachel nodded and watched Toni scoot off around the corner, but not before getting a decent look at her well-shaped behind. The wall clock reminded her it was half an hour to closing time and Rachel was relieved to not hear any signs of other members in the changing room. All the showers were quiet and no locker doors were being slapped shut. She only heard the sopping sound of Toni's footsteps as she arrived with two clean towels. "Thanks," Rachel muttered, slightly mortified. At least she got to see Toni naked, although not in the exact circumstances she would have wished for. "Time for a shower." "Take the cubicle across from me," Toni commanded in her strict teacher's voice. "I want to keep an eye on you." Rachel was more than willing to oblige. The shower cubicles closed with glass shields from both sides and Toni left hers ajar, inspiring Rachel to do the same. She set the tab to cold and the water was a shock to her system. Her nipples jumped to attention and blood pulsed through her veins. It was nothing compared to the effect catching glimpses of a showering Toni had on her. A sizzling fire burned in Rachel's belly. It was now or never. This kind of opportunity wouldn't come knocking again anytime soon. Maybe the fuss Toni had made over her was a pure act of kindness or plain professional concern, but Rachel believed it left a lot of room for alternative interpretations. Either way, she had the dizzy card to play again. She gaped at Toni through the crack in the shower doors, at the white foam sliding down her skin and caressing her taut muscles. Rachel had been vaguely aware of it before, but there was no more denying it now, something was throbbing between her legs and she had twenty minutes to do something about it. She wasn't planning on doing it herself. "Oh," she yelped and let her back slam against the slippery wall, making enough noise to get Toni's attention. It only took Toni two seconds and three long strides to reach her side, her hands planted under Rachel's armpits and her eyes scanning Rachel's face for signs of an imminent blackout. Rachel may not have to fake that dizzy spell after all. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she took stock of the situation. Two naked women crammed together in a shower cubicle with no one else around. No, not just two women—Rachel cornered by Toni's strong arms against the wall, which was getting colder against her hot skin. Rachel couldn't help but notice Toni's hard nipples, dark circles standing out against the light mocha complexion of her skin, like candy waiting to be licked. "Shit," Rachel whispered as she heard the door of the changing room swing open and then shut. Toni put her hand in front of Rachel's mouth, curling her long fingers across her jaw. "Shhht," she hissed. "If we're lucky, she'll be in and out." Distant footsteps pattered about and Rachel prayed for them to not come any closer to the showers. Toni fixed her hazelnut eyes on Rachel, her hand still curved over Rachel's lips. Water drummed down around them and bounced up over their feet. Things can hardly get wetter, Rachel thought, but immediately had to correct herself. It wasn't just water from the shower seeping down her legs. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed, aching to be touched more intimately by Toni. Toni still had one hand underneath Rachel's armpit, but now withdrew it. She used it to shove the shower doors together and then gently ran a finger across Rachel's collar bone. Her finger travelled between Rachel's breasts, down to her belly. Whoever had come in was still fumbling with locker keys and Rachel heard precious seconds ticking away in her head. The presence of the other woman didn't seem to faze Toni, who took the opportunity to drive Rachel wild by skimming just one finger over her upper body. A nail trailed over Rachel's abs now and she was grateful for the extra crunches their body pump instructor subjected them to at the end of every class. Beneath Toni's other hand, the one still clamped over her chin, Rachel widened her mouth and ran her lips over Toni's drenched palm. Soon she was licking her fingers and sucking them into her mouth—at least it kept her quiet. Bam. The unwanted visitor left the locker room and a heavy thud of the door was the signal for both of them to crank up the heat. Time was not on their side and the cleaners would be in soon. Toni seemed to get the message as well and pushed her body against Rachel's, finally lavishing her with the touch she craved. Before pressing her lips hard against Rachel's mouth, she peered into her eyes one last time and the longing shining through them was inescapable. Rachel felt her knees go wobbly again, only this time it wasn't because her body couldn't cope. Toni's hands explored her breasts and they had no time for soft strokes. Rachel's nipples hardened under Toni's tugs and, instinctively, she spread her legs. "Fuck me," Rachel moaned. Toni's lips moistened her already soaked neck and her ears were right next to Rachel's mouth. Rachel grabbed Toni's head and yanked it up to face her. "Fuck me now," she repeated and thrust herself against Toni's hard wet body. She snagged Toni's hand and pushed it down, unable to wait any longer. "I need your fingers inside of me." Rachel was ready to resort to begging to quench the lust dripping from her, flooding her inner thighs. Toni's fingers didn't delay and slipped inside Rachel as if they were made for nothing else. "More." Rachel couldn't stop herself. Toni fucked her with two fingers, burying them deeper with every thrust. Sweat mixed with soap and lusty juices and all Rachel heard was water coming down around them and the sound of Toni working on her pussy. Toni didn't need coaxing to add a third finger and when Rachel opened her eyes for a split second she could see how the strong muscles in Toni's arm bulged with every stroke. Rachel dug her hands into Toni's wet hair and pushed her down. Not that she needed it to climax—she could already feel the orgasm building, tingling in her fingertips and toes—but she desperately wanted to feel Toni's tongue on her clit. Toni dropped to her knees on the rubber shower floor and didn't hold back. She started with one careful, almost hesitant flick of the tongue but soon transitioned into confident licks and nudges while her fingers continued to fuck Rachel to a screaming orgasm. Rachel marvelled at the feeling of Toni's tongue dancing around her sensitive clit and increasing the tension in her body. She adored the tiny explosions her sexy spin instructor's fingers caused to ripple through her blood. She wanted to lean against that cold damp wall forever and have Toni go at her until her trained muscles would give up—not a thing Rachel would expect to happen any time soon. Toni's fingers drove upwards inside of her, touching her in all her most sensitive spots and filling her until Rachel believed she couldn't take anymore. The friction on her clit increased as Toni sucked it in and out of her mouth between puckered lips. It felt as if all her insides were collapsing, swallowing each other only to be spit out again with big joyous bursts. Every thrust of Toni's fingers ignited a fresh round of swirling fireworks inside Rachel's bones and a satisfying warmth swarmed through her. She clasped her fingers in Toni's hair as her body tensed and relaxed, first in big slow waves and then short intense ones. Rachel pushed Toni's mouth away from her clit and revelled in the strong, unrelenting strokes of her fingers deep inside of her for just one moment longer before pulling Toni up and kissing her with all she had. "Best wash up," Toni said, looking almost unflustered. She glanced at her waterproof watch. "We have five minutes." Rachel still stood panting against the wall and it felt as if she'd spent the last five hours in the cubicle, while, in reality, it couldn't have been longer than ten minutes. "I owe you one." Rachel curled her fingers around Toni's wrist, not wanting to let her go just yet. "Same time next week." Toni pecked her low on the cheek, next to her lips, and slipped out of her grasp. Rachel couldn't wait. Wetter is Better For ltr. His fingers were in her pussy, tracing patterns on the sensitive and soaked flesh of her inner passages and lazy curly q's on her clitoris. His lips were on hers, roving tongue and all, giving her long kisses that sucked the breath from her. All in all, she was completely lost in the sensations of his lovemaking and would probably have done anything he wanted. Her mind was a mixture of numb to the rest of the world and alive with him. Her heart throbbed and the blood in her veins had turned into a molten river of arousal. Everything was perfect. Except that she had to pee. One of his fingers slid down to circle her rosebud, and then dipped back into her pussy. His other fingers pinched her nipple while he sucked her lower lips into his mouth. Ordinarily she would have shivered in ecstasy, arching into him. Instead, she blinked, the ceiling coming into focus. The urge to go was getting painful. "I gotta get up for a minute." He nibbled along her jaw and rubbed his stiff dick against her thigh. "I gotta go, lemme up." "What?" "I gotta go." "What, now? I thought you had the night to stay–" "No, not that go. That go." She turned beet red and shoved his hands off of her pussy. What if she leaked? The thought of dribble on his hand made her blush even more. "I gotta go now." "You've gotta piss?" She squealed in embarrassment, turning her face into the cushions of the sofa. "God, do you have to be so crude about it?" "Sorry." Mercifully, he climbed off of her. She took the out and bolted for the bathroom. She had to go so bad, it was starting to drip down her thighs. Dropping her rear firmly onto the toilet seat, she shut her eyes and prepared to let it go. She could feel the fullness in her urethra and the moment of relief was abou– "Mind if I watch?" She shrieked and nearly leaped off of the commode. A few drops hit the water, sounding like an enhanced version of Niagra Falls to her ears, and her bladder sucked up the rest. "Yes! Go away!" He didn't. He slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. She pressed her face into her hands and swore that she was going to kill him. Just as soon as she could get off the toilet. "I've always wanted to watch a woman piss. Just spread your legs a little and let 'er go." His voice was coming from in front of her, right about– She spread her fingers and peeked. "You rat! Get out! I can't pee with you in here!" He was kneeling between her legs, his face even with her belly button, inches away from the white seat. He licked his lips. "Please." His eyes were fixed on her pussy, glazed. He put one of his warm hands on her thigh and she noticed that it was trembling. He looked up at her, his eyes soft and pleading. To be wanted like that, needed like he needed her, was the sexiest thing he ever did for her. She felt her back start to relax. "I don't know, it's kind of gross." "Not to me." He took a shuddering breath. "I want to see it. Please." She felt herself blushing again. She didn't know if she wanted to or not. Part of her thought it was pretty gross. It was pee. Part of her thought it was, well, pretty hot. It was intimate, incredibly intimate. Even more intimate than fucking, actually. Showing a man her personal parts while she did something so personal was, well, a little bit exciting. "I don't know . . ." "I love you, baby. I've fantasized about watching you piss for me. It turns me on so much. If you don't like it, I'll leave." He gave her the puppy dog eyes. "Please. I'll beg if I have to." She stared at the wall, suddenly too shy to look at him. "I–" "Please, baby." She couldn't deny him. "Okay. But just this once." He pressed a kiss to her thigh, and then put his temple on it. His fingers rubbed her other leg. She closed her eyes and sighed. He felt so good. Thinking about what he wanted, she turned her attention to her full bladder. Her suddenly and painfully locked up bladder. "I, uh, can't." "Huh?" "I can't pee." She blushed again. "Oh." He looked nonplussed, as if this had never happened in his fantasies. "What will help?" "I'm nervous, I don't think I can pee when I'm nervous. Maybe if you went into the other room?" "No. I want to stay right here. Maybe I can help you relax." His fingers made their way from her inner thighs to her pussy, brushing the hair with his knuckles. "No! What if I pee on you!" "It'll wash." "But, but, but . . ." She couldn't think of anything to say. "Don't worry, baby, if it happens, it happens. Spread your legs for me. A little wider." His finger slid across her lower lips, seeking a way between them. Giving up, she spread her legs wider. He pulled her forward a little, sliding her rear to the front of the commode. He grinned up at her for a moment, a sexy, dangerous grin that thrilled her to her toes, then dropped his mouth to her pussy. His tongue snaked in between her lips, touching her in ways that curled her toes and made her see stars. "Oh my god!" She curled her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. What if she...! "Ooh, stop!" His tongue licked her clit and his fingers eased inside of her. She groaned, wanting to push his mouth away and pull his tongue closer. In the end, she just tilted her pussy toward him as much as possible without falling off of the seat. He sucked on her clit and slowly sawed his fingers in and out of her. She squeezed with her inner muscles, doing her best to keep what was inside of her inside. He pulled her lips open with his fingers and lapped at her dripping hole for a few moments. The swipe of his tongue across that sensitive flesh made her jerk and suck at the air. She felt a little bit of pee dribble out before she clamped down on it again. What if he– His mouth latched onto her pussy, his tongue snaking out to lick her where she peed. He had noticed. His fingers went for her hole, looking for all the spots that made her moan and wiggle. One of them slipped down to tease her puckered rosebud and her body jerked again, lifting her hips up onto his mouth. Her inner muscles clamped down, but couldn't stop another dribble of pee from coming out, this time unmistakably into his mouth. His tongue swiped over her, lapping it up. He groaned against her, his fingers digging into her thighs. She had to go. She put her palms on his forehead and shoved him away. She couldn't handle the thought of his mouth on her while she peed, not yet at least. "I can't hold it." "Let it go, baby." His voice was thick and husky. Like it was right before he unloaded into her pussy. "Let it go." "I can't." She could feel the constriction around the little hole, preventing the pee from coming out. His fingers slid over her pussy again, rubbing the wet, swollen flesh in a delicious way. A little bit came out, splattering against the edge of the seat before dripping into the toilet. He opened her, pulling her lips apart as wide as they'd go, and stared intently at her. One finger brushed her clit, teasing it gently. "Oh God," she groaned, her hips twisting. She didn't know what she wanted more, to pee or for him to fuck her. He tickled her clit again and she felt the muscles start to relax. Instead of tightening up, she pushed with them, opening them up. A little pee dribbled out, she could hear the drops in the water. "That's so sexy, baby, so sexy," he crooned, rubbing her clit again. Her lips were too slippery to hold easily. They slid through his fingers, trying to close. He changed his grip and pressed them all the way open. For some reason, the thought of her guy looking directly at her pussy and watching her do something so personal suddenly turned her on. Her nipples tightened until the ached and she felt her pussy throbbing. A little more pee escaped and she heard him groan again. He liked it. He really liked watching her pee. The thought penetrated the roaring in her brain and the tightness in her bladder. The little escapes turned into a steady drip, then a stronger dribble. He tugged her lips upward, and she obliged by tilting her hips more. She was practically laying on the seat, but didn't really notice it. All she noticed was his hot breath stirring her wet pussy hair and the steady leak of her hot pee along her labia, over her asshole, and into the water beneath her. He licked her clit again, just once, then pulled his head away. She shuddered, gasping for air. All of her inner muscles relaxed and she felt herself let them. Truth to tell, she wanted to. Her pee exploded from her, arcing through the air. She knew it was supposed to go in the toilet, but with her legs spread and pussy tilted upwards, it wouldn't do that. Instead it splattered against his chest and neck. She closed her eyes and completely forgot that it was supposed to be gross. It was nasty, in a way that sent chills up her spine and made her clit stand up. His fingers still held her completely open to his gaze, but one of them touched her throbbing clit. It rubbed and tickled, teased and pleased that little bundle of nerves. "You're watching me pee," she managed to say through the haze of pleasure and relief. He said something she didn't really understand in a tone of voice that sounded like he was going to orgasm. His finger touched her clit and his eyes touched her pussy. She could hear her pee splattering on him and she knew that he loved every second of it. She felt herself shaking, on the verge of an orgasm like she'd never had before. Wetter than she'd ever had before. His finger swiped against her clit more insistently, chasing her orgasm while her steady stream of pee died down. "Cum for me baby, cum for me." And she did. She arched off the commode as much as she could, shoving her pussy onto his fingers, and screamed as the orgasm steam rolled through her body. Usually, she liked to slowly float down from an orgasm while cuddling against him. This time her back cramped and her thighs hurt from straining in an awkward position. She opened her eyes, struggling to sit upright. He was sprawled against the wall, half asleep. She was mortified to see that his hair was soaking wet, there was pee on the wall, and he was sitting in a huge puddle of it. His cum mingled with her pee on his belly. He cracked an eye open and smiled at her. "Thanks, baby." She shook her head at the mess. "Next time we're doing this in the shower." He grinned.