14 comments/ 206172 views/ 44 favorites A Hot Shower By: lolitasweetie She was craving the feeling of warm water on her cold body. But the water wasn't heating up enough. She was still standing on the cold tile in only her Catholic school uniform. The clothes were definitely too small for her, but since it was her senior year, she hadn't bothered to buy new clothes. Right now she was regretting the too short skirt and the shirt straining against her breasts, as she shivered. "DAD!" She called out. Even though he was really her stepfather, he had been married to her mom since before she could remember, so she considered him her father. She was cold and tired and figured he knew how to fix it. "Yes?" He called from outside the door. "The water won't heat up. Just come and fix it." He walked in and felt the water. As she watched him bent over, feeling the water as it steamed up, she thought about how attractive her Dad really was. He was middle aged, but still very healthy and even muscular. She started to imagine how strong his hands would feel holding her down.... She was shocked at her own thoughts, but she was still frustrated about her encounter earlier that day. She realized at some part of her mind that this was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She was fantasizing about her father. The water was heating up, and the mirrors had started to steam. She was getting warmed up. Feeling almost in a trance as she imaged making love to her father, she started stripping. He was still bent over, examining the tap, so he didn't see as she unbuttoned her shirt. The more she began to take off, the more she felt that this was exactly what she wanted. She unclasped her bra, slipped out of her skirt, and pulled off her panties. She was standing completely naked except for her woolen knee socks. "Daddy" she whispered. He turned around. He seemed glued to the spot, and speechless. He was completely confused, but also slightly turned on. Even though she was his daughter, he couldn't deny how sexy she looked in just her schoolgirl socks. It was like a fantasy right in front of him. "What..." he started. "Shhhh. Daddy. I'm so horny." She took a step towards him. "But, honey, why are you..." "Daddy, my pussy needs your big, strong hands." "Stop, baby, this is not ri..." But as he was speaking she put her lips on his and gave him a long, strong kiss. She could feel his lips opening, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She could tell that with every second his resistance was breaking. She broke the kiss for just long enough to say in a baby voice, "Daddy, don't you want to feel my pussy?" He couldn't speak, he still knew this was wrong, and he didn't want to continue. But he also didn't want to stop. Her small hand grabbed his, and gently led it to her aching pussy. As soon as she felt his strong, warm hand touch her, she started grinding against it. "uhhhh, mmmmm" she moaned. He could feel how wet she was. "Do you really want me?" he asked. "Mmmhmmm, Daddy, I want you so bad" she whispered as she was still grinding against his hand. And she reached down for his crotch. She could feel that even though his voice was still shaky, his cock was rock hard. She started to rub her hands all over his cock through his pants. "How bad do you want me?" He asked, his confidence rising rapidly. In response, she got on her knees. She unzipped his fly slowly, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. His cock popped out, it had been straining against the fabric so much. "This much Daddy" and she put it in her mouth. He moaned. He couldn't believe this was happening. But in the steamy bathroom, somehow it all seemed to make sense. His daughter was his, she should be pleasing her father. This was her place, on her knees in front of her Daddy. "That's right baby girl, suck my cock. You are such a whore. That's what Daddy likes. Daddy likes for his daughter to be a whore, just for him." She nodded as she looked into his eyes, loving to be his whore. This was exactly what she needed. It was almost as if she had known this whole time that her Dad was who should have been giving it to her. "Lay down baby girl. I want to taste your sweet baby pussy." He laid her down on the floor, which was till cold but she didn't care any more because his warm hands were holding her down. He looked at her for a second, his baby girl spreading her legs for him, and then tasted her. He explored her pussy, tasting how sweet she was, loving how warm she felt. He stuck his fingers inside her, realizing how tight she was. "Yesss Daddy, yess, kiss my pussy. Oh Daddy that feels so good. OH DADDY." "Baby, you are so tight. Have you never had a cock inside you?" "No Daddy, I'm a virgin. But I want a cock so bad. I want your cock." He kept feeling her pussy. He was so excited to be his daughter's fist. He could feel her muscles tensing. "Don't come yet baby. I want you to come while I'm fucking you." "Yes Daddy, please fuck me. I need your cock. I want Daddy's special love." He positioned himself on top of her, almost inside of her. "Daddy loves when his whore begs for his cock. Beg for my cock, baby." "Please Daddy, please. Only your cock could make me happy. I need my Daddy's cock so bad." He thrust into her. She had never felt so full. "Yess Daddy fuck me. Oh that feels so good." "That's right my little daughter whore. You love my cock don't you." "Oh Daddy I love your cock so much. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you come." He was thrusting into her faster and faster. "I'mmmm commming Dadddy. I'mmm comminng on your coooooock." "I'm coming too, come for me Baby." They both came. He kissed his daughter. "Thank you Daddy." "Don't worry Baby. This won't be the last time." A Hot Shower The sheets felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Smooth as silk, but softer and warmer, almost begging her to envelop herself into them. She fell forward, burying herself into the white blankets and brought her knees up until she was kneeling, face first, in downward dog position. She was quite aware she was in an embarrassing condition- half drunk, and half asleep. "I love these covers," she mumbled into the sheets. They smelled good, too, like a mixture of his sweat, laundry detergent, and cologne. Sleepily, she swayed her butt back and forth in the air rhythmically, too tired to care. From behind, he was tempted to reach out and smack her on her ass, covered only by the stretched scarlet boyshorts. Immediately he mentally reprimanded himself and averted his eyes in guilt. He couldn't think of her in that way, especially in the drunken state she was in. Suddenly, she fell on her side and curled into a ball, ripping the sheets out and pulling them over her. "Now I have to remake the bed," he scowled. "Sorry," she slurred, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. He just frowned in response. Quickly, she shot out of bed and hurried to the bathroom door before hurling all over herself. His nose scrunched up in disgust as she looked down at herself in dismay. Unfortunately, this is when she began sobbing and howling loudly, tears smearing mascara down her face. "Oh, shut up," he snapped, irritated at how childishly she was behaving. She was silent instantly, and looked up at him with her huge, innocent brown eyes. "I'm sorry," she pouted, tears welling up in her eyes again. "It's fine," he said drily. He looked down at the now soiled condition of her clothes and then looked up at the glass skylights, as if praying God would help him. "We need to get you in the shower." "But I don't wanna take a-" she stopped abruptly as he shot her a stern look. "Okay." He took her hand and led her to the bathroom, where he picked her up and sat her on the countertop as he turned to turn on the water. He adjusted the dials until hot water sprouted from the shower head. On the countertop, she frustratedly tried to yank her tight cocktail dress off to no avail. He grabbed her and set her down on the floor, where he took her hands away from the fabric. "Here, let me help you," he said, grabbing the bottom of the dress and slipping it slowly up her legs. As he pulled it over her head, he saw she was wearing no bra, and blushed as he forced himself to avert his eyes, although he definitely noticed how sexy her breasts were. She seemed amused, even in her state. He turned away, dress in hand, and went to leave the bathroom. "Get showered. I'll leave clothes in the bedroom for you when you're done." He'd about closed the door on her when she said, "Wait, I need your help." "I'm sure you can take a shower by yourself," he replied. "The bottles confuse me, and if the water's too hot, I won't be able to change it." He rolled his eyes and huffed, "Fine, do you need me to sit in the bathroom while you shower?" "Well... you could just shower with me," she smiled slyly. He turned and shot her a look through the slit between the door and the wall. She pulled open the door and grabbed his hands, pulling him into the bathroom. Then she reached behind him and shut the door. "Please?" she murmured. He studied the wall behind her intently. "I don't think it's a good idea." "But I'm tired... would you ever forgive yourself if I fell and hurt myself?" she asked innocently. He sighed. "Fine." She smiled triumphantly and stripped out of her underwear. He turned away, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. When she'd stepped into the shower, he began taking off his own clothes. He'd taken off his dress shirt and slacks and was folding them carefully and deliberately as he stood, almost naked, in his boxers. "Are you almost done undressing?" she asked from behind the glass shower door. He didn't reply, but made himself slowly pull down his boxers and set them on top his neat pile of clothes. He slid open the glass door and stepped in with his back to her. "Get my back?" she asked behind him. He turned to see her, with her back to him. Guiltily, he allowed himself a quick look at her ass. She handed him a sudsy loofah, and he began rubbing it in circles around her shoulder blades as she held her hair out of the way. He slowly rubbed down to her hips, admiring the view, before handing the loofah back to her. "Thank you," she said, turning towards him. "Now I do you." She started cleaning his chest with the loofah, and he felt himself flushing all over his body. She kept rubbing down further and further, before finally dropping the loofah. Then she dropped down into a crouch and grabbed his length suddenly. He jumped back in surprise, almost falling. "Wha-what are you doing?" he asked, shocked. "I wanted to thank you," she smiled slowly, coming closer to him again. Water poured down the crevice between her perky, barely B-cup breasts. He itched to reach out and grab them, with their half dollar size, rosy areolas and hard nipples. This time, he didn't bother looking away, and she noticed him staring with a satisfied smirk. Slowly, she parted her thick, dark lips and pushed them around his tip. Her tongue swept over him, carefully inspecting the first inch of him. He felt a boner coming on quicker than ever, building by the seconds. She opened her mouth wider and let more of him go inside her. Now she sucked gently, pushing more and more of him into her mouth. Suddenly, she leaned forward and he felt his entire dick being pushed inside her mouth. The tip touched the back of her throat for a moment before she pulled her head back again. She started sucking faster, swirling her tongue around his massive boner. He couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure. Her hands drifted up to his balls, which she tugged on gently. Her sucking became more desperate, making loud slurping sounds. He felt his pre-cum spurt into her mouth, which she greedily swallowed down. His boner was raging now, and he was harder than he'd ever been. He groaned as she licked the entire length of his cock, taking it all the way into the back of her throat again and again. "I-I'm going to cum," he warned her breathily. He was shaking as she continued to suck him with more pressure. Right as he was about to finish, she removed her mouth and stood up, smiling slyly at him. He was panting, but he didn't cum. "Why did you stop?" He asked angrily. His boner still stood rock hard, demanding to be satisfied. She just turned and stood under the water. He was more outraged than ever at having his climax so greedily taken away, and stared at her in hatred. He was so mad, so horny then, he grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall, her breasts smashing against the fogged glass door. She let out a yelp of surprise as he hastily grabbed her ass. He became even hornier as he saw her swollen, red pussy lips from behind, almost begging to be fucked. "Spread your legs," he growled into her ear. She obeyed, moving her long legs far enough apart for him to push his long, hard dick into her small hole. She screamed as he rammed himself into her as hard as he could. Her body slammed against the wall. He felt the inside of her hot, wet pussy wrapped tightly around his dick as he pushed into her again and again. This time, he announced his climax with nothing but a loud groan into her ear before pulling out of her. He watched in pleasure as his cum leaked out of her and down the inside of her thighs. She stood against the glass, legs shaking as she let out a quiet moan. Her wet hair was plastered to her breasts, which rose up and down as she breathed heavily. They stared at each other in silence for a moment before he slid open the door and stepped out on to the plush rug, wrapping a towel around his hips. "Meet me in the bedroom when you finish." A Hot Shower in a Hotel This is a short story I wrote for an online friend about what might happen our first time together. All names are changed to protect the guilty : and as always, if you are under 18 or offended by graphic descriptions of consensual sex between legal aged adults, please don't read any further. Feedback is welcomed and encouraged. Enjoy. * * * * * Sam was his name. We had met online in AOL and hit it off right away. I knew he was married, but somehow, it didn't matter as much, especially since he was so far away from my Midwestern town and I figured it was just going to be a chatting friendship. We talked for hours and eventually, we exchanged pictures. He was tall and handsome with short blonde hair, long legs, and nice hands ~ everything I loved in a man. He had passion and intelligence along with a nice body and a great ass. When he smiled, it light up his face. I was exactly his type, he told me; short, curvy, brown hair, brown eyes, large chested. I thought nothing of our conversations until several months had gone by. September 11th, 2001 changed the world in a lot of ways, but what I thought about the most when I watched the Pentagon catch on fire was him. He worked in D.C. and I all I could think about was if he and his family were all right. When my job scheduled me to fly to the capital a few weeks later, I felt like it was fate bringing us together at last. I suggested we meet if at all possible, at least for a drink and dinner. He readily agreed and we spent the next few weeks going back and forth about what ifs and maybes. Would we hit it off in person as well as we had online? What about his family commitments? Didn't that bother me? Should it worry me that it didn't? He arranged to meet me at my flight. I arrived in the early afternoon and after finally getting through baggage, I was ready to relax and kick back. I saw him before he saw me. He was standing at the sliding glass doors waiting, running his hands through his hair. He was wearing a bomber style jacket over a casual pair of jeans and a polo - he looked fabulous. I saw his face as saw me walking towards him. "Hi Sam," I said softly. He reached out and took my bag. I gladly gave it up. "Hi Angel," he returned and reached for my hand too. I gave it to him and we walked out the doors. "Did you wait long?" I asked. "I felt like we were stuck on the plane forever! I hate to fly." I told him as we walked. He smiled. "No, I just got here. I was afraid I had missed you and that you'd already gone to the hotel." We had arranged for my hotel to be one close to his work, thereby insuring plenty of time to get together and talk if we liked. He lived far enough from the city that he often stayed overnight in his office or in a suite of rooms they kept for just that purpose at the hotel I was in. He dropped me off and told me he'd be back to pick me up in a few hours, he had some errands to run. That was fine with me because I had something naughty up my sleeve. As 7 pm approached, the plans I had in my mind took shape. I knew that I wanted this man inside me. I could feel myself aching with the desire to touch and taste him. I decided to leave him a voice mail telling him to let himself into the main room of my suite; I'd be getting ready. Then I went and set things up. I lit some candles I had brought with me and set them in the front room before I left a trail from the main door to my bathroom of my clothing. First my shoes, by the door, then my stockings and garter, then my bra on the desk, finally my panties at the entrance to the bathroom door. I knew we'd fit well together. I was tall for a woman, 5'6 to his 6'2, and I like I said, short curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. My skin was that golden colour you get from hours outside in the sun but my breasts and butt were milky white. I had full lips, full hips, and loved to have my breasts and nipples played with. I was by no means a small person, but someone who was built to be loved by a strong man. I turned on the water in the shower and let the steam fill the room, shading the mirror beside me. Leaving that trail of personal items was the best I could do. I hopped in the shower and soaped up. Hopefully I wouldn't be alone in here for long. A little bit later she heard his knock on the door over the shower and his voice as he walked in the room. "Angel? You ready yet?" he asked. As he walked in he realized what was going on. There was a bra on the table, panties by the door, stockings by the other door and her skirt and blouse on the bed. He picked up one of the candles and took it with him to the bathroom. He heard the shower going and saw the steam through the crack in the door. He knocked. "Angel?" he asked. "Hi," I said. "C'mon in!" He paused, unsure. I could sense his uncertainty and I pulled back the curtain, looking at him. I reached out one soapy wet hand for him. "You're over dressed Sam, c'mon in handsome. I need someone to scrub my back for me. I don't bite.. unless you ask!" I teased. I could see the 'What the hell' thought, and he undid his pants. I saw him watching me as he stripped, slowing down, teasing me. He dropped his pants and then his shirt; finally his underwear and socks were on the floor. He stepped in with me and I smiled. "Hi" he said. "Hi," I whispered back. "Come on in, the water's warm". I held out my hand and he stepped in, encasing us in our own private room of steam and water. The water poured down from the showerhead above us, bathing us in invigorating heat. The little beats of water massaged his shoulders as I backed towards the end of the stall. He reached for me, my body wet and glistening in the dim candlelight. His lips found mine, full and moist, and I kissed him deeply, passionately, our breaths mingling. He put his arms around my waist and growled as he nuzzled my neck and kissed me. My hands ran through his hair and I tugged his head back, arching his neck so I could lick and nibble on it. I sucked slowly on his skin, relishing the taste of it on my tongue. I knew I would love the taste of him. He moved his hands up over my bottom and back, alternately squeezing and releasing my butt cheeks. I licked up and down his neck and ears, teasing the lobe and the small hollow at the base of his throat. Reaching a hand down his chest, I grabbed his cock quickly and started to stroke him. He looked into my eyes and held them as I held his dick in my hands. He put his hands on my shoulders, urging me down. I knew he loved this and he knew I loved it. A blowjob in the shower was the best. I slowly slid to my knees in front of him. The water beat a steady staccato on my shoulders, raining down my face and chest, down the front of his chest as I licked at his navel and then lower. He jumped as he felt my tongue lick the tip of the head. "Oh yes Angel," groaned and put his hands in my wet hair, tugging and rubbing it slowly around. The water built up around my knees and the steam made it like were the only two people around. I held him firmly in my hand and started to suckle on the tip. He braced himself against the wall and ran his hands through my hair some more. I sucked harder, teasing him, bringing him to his full erect-ness. I cupped his balls, playing, teasing, and licking as I tongued him lovingly. He gripped my shoulders as I tried to take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but quickly passed it, sliding him all the way in so my nose rested on his pubic hair. The water cascading over drowned out the noises I'm sure we made as I tried to please him with my mouth. Bringing him closer and closer to the edge, I stopped when he grabbed my shoulders and tried to pull me up. I pulled back and stood up. I stood, offering my breasts to his mouth and my body to his hands. He reached for both, his mouth nursing on my breast as his hands found their way between my legs. I was soaked, wet for him beyond just the water that still rained around us. I held onto him and begged for it. "Now," I ordered, "I want you inside me now!" He turned me around so I was under the spray and facing the wall. "Put your hands on the wall", he ordered. "I want you to lean forward." I did as he asked, putting my hands in front of me and spreading my legs, as if to be frisked. He moved up behind me, putting his hands on my breasts. I reached down, to cover them and he said stopped me. "No," he ordered again. "Touch the wall". I put my hands back up. He kneed my legs further apart and I felt him aim his cock towards my hole. He found my moist opening and he pushed hard straight up inside me. I groaned, leaned forward, and pushed against his hands. "Fuck me.." I whispered. He gladly obeyed. His hands pulled my hips closer to his as he started to pound in and out of me. He filled me up, thick and hard, making me want more, moving in and out. I moved with him, pushing back and up against his hips, which ground against mine in response. My nipples hardened and I trembled, feeling that tingle of pleasure building inside me, working its way to my orgasm. I could feel him panting as he fucked me quicker, teasing me, moving inside me, filling me. He leaned down and bit my shoulder softly, licking away the sharp spurt of pain. I groaned, low and soft, as he moved more, pumping harder, our bodies working together to the goal. He was riding me hard, bending me forward, nipping and biting at me, my hands clutching the slick tile, the water still pounding down around us, steam everywhere. I felt my orgasm start and I squeezed him tighter inside me and begged for it. "Fuck me, oh God, make me cum, give it to me," I said over and over. I scream softly into my arms and leaned hard against the wet tile. I panted in the hot steamy air and tensed my legs and ass. He pushed in hard one more time before I contracted around him. He bit my shoulder and the back of my neck and whispered naughty things in my ear, things whispered between lovers. "Feel my cock move inside you.. that's it, cum for me baby. You love it when I fuck you.. I love to feel you squeeze me tight, just like that baby. Make noise for me, oh yes, louder baby, feel me harder inside you" over and over he said as he still pushed and surged inside me. He held me up, pushed against the wall, with his hands and cock and waited till I stopped shaking. I opened my eyes and moved my hips slowly as I turned and looked over my shoulder. Suddenly, I realized he was still hard inside me. He hadn't cum yet. "Mmm, yes," I said as he pulled back and turned me around to bring me into his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder, limp with my pleasure and felt his still rock hard dick bump my thigh. I looked at him and then slid down in his arms, kneeling, to suck on his cock once more. I started at the tip, moved my tongue down and around, licking my juices off him first. I pushed my breasts together and moved them around his cock, letting the water ease his cock as he slid in and out of them, as if it were my pussy. I watched him smile down at me. I licked and sucked on the head as it would pop in and out, and I felt him shudder a little. I moved my hands to milk him instead and I guided him in and out of my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed my hair. "I'm gonna cum Angel," he warned me. I pulled back so his dick was aimed at my chest and face and jerked him off faster. He tensed, closing his eyes and as he started orgasming, I opened my mouth and sucked the tip in, licking and swirling it over and over and trying to swallow as fast as I could. Throbbing and spurting more out, I pulled him back and let it spray over my neck and tits. He groaned again and tugged on my hair as I cleaned us both off. "Oh God, Angel," he said as he kneeled down in the tub with me, "That was amazing." We laid there, panting, sated and relaxed. * * * * * If this story sounds familiar, it's because it's a rewrite of one of my first short stories. Thank you for your insight and help, Ms. Editor. ~ Angel