5 comments/ 10846 views/ 1 favorites Shower Love By: DrakeRiley We arrive at our summer home in San Diego around 3pm on a Sunday. We are both exhausted. It's been a long flight and a long day. I am wearing baggy cargo shorts and a tee shirt. You are wearing a thin linen sundress and my favorite, a pair of very thin white lacy cotton thongs, a favor to me since you don't normally enjoy them, although u have started to enjoy them. They breath very well and you said you could barely tell they where on. As soon as we walk through the door, we drop everything, except for a thin set of bed sheets; we brought a clean set of linen for our bed. We quickly throw the sheets on, pull out a light blanket and gently spread it out over our bed. We kick off our shoes and drop ourselves on our four post bed. Our clothes ruffle as we drop. Your dress, as flimsy and thin as it is ruffled up over your panties. The setting sun is shining through the window and on the bed, highlighting your beautiful legs, your tiny little panties with the little bow on the top. I immediately start getting hard. Your eyes closed, one hand is on the bad, palm down and the other hand is on your stomach, just below your breasts. You don't realize your dress had been up revealing your panties, but you can feel a cool breeze from drifting over your hips. I roll to my side and kiss your neck. I place my left hand on your hip. Starting at your hip bone and working my way under your dress, palming your stomach, and up to your ribs. You move your right hand to my face, just under my ear. I remove my hand from under your dress, and replace my hand at your right breast. You're not wearing a bra so I can tell your nipples are hard. They feel like they are going to pop through your dress. "I have an idea," you say. You get up and lead me to the bathroom. We have a full bathroom, stand up shower more than enough room for 4 people, and a full whirl pool bathtub. You stop and face me. You reach for the bottom of your dress and pull it up over your head, and drop it to the tile floor. You are standing there in nothing but your thin panties. You take a step towards me and help me unbutton my shirt as I undo my shorts and step out of them. You just as quickly pull the shirt off my shoulders. I, in my boxer briefs and you in your sexy little pinky thongs, we are breathing heavy and both very horny for each other. Our bodies collide and our hands are back on each other. My cock pressed against your very hot pussy. Your thumbs slide under my waist band, making sure to stretch the band over my cock, and down my thighs. I hook my middle fingers under the sides of the thong and start to pull them down. You break our kiss and you spin to face your ass to me. You slowly bend over and pull them down. As you do so, you push your ass out to me. I grab a hold of you and you raise slowly back up, making sure the arch of my cock is pressed up the length of your ass crack. I hold your hips with my hands and feel your hips. You press your ass against me harder as I pull you tighter. You then place your hands on my hands, entwining your fingers into mine, making you move my hands. You run my hands all over your body. You are guiding, I am going at a slower pace, much slower than you want me to. I am taking my time. It's killing you. You love it. You release my fingers and raise your hands over your head, stretching your body up. You grab my hair, holding my head from above. I kiss your ear, your neck. I am running my hands still slowly all over your body. You are so soft, loving the tiny hairs all over your body, giving you goose bumps. I stop at your tits. Squeezing them firmly, but softly, pinching your nipples, painfully but deliciously. You moan, letting me know when to release. I love your tits, I whisper. I spin you quickly, delicately. I hate to break up our beautiful intimacy but I reach over with a swift hand, pop open the shower door and hit the shower knob to hot, knowing exactly where to put the knob. I embrace you from behind you, me pressing my body to you again. I wrap my arms around you. My right arm over your right shoulder cupping your left breast, my left arm under your left arm, cupping your right breast, While your hands on my forearms. We fit together perfectly. My cock pressed perfectly up the length between your cheeks. With your eyes closed, tilted to the side, I softly kiss your neck. By this time the mirror starts to fog up. I release you from our loving embrace yet again and turn the temperature down a bit. I step in to test the water so whatever happens it happens to me first, as I like to say. It's hot at first, then very relaxing. You can tell by the look on my face that it's very pleasant. I hold my hand out to you to help you in so you do not slip. You completely douse your head in the water. A look of you having slicked back hair is very sexy too. I grab you and start kissing you again. You halt your actions and kiss me back. You place your hands on my hairy chest and kiss me. My hands on your hips start the ascent to your ribs. The sides of your breasts, over the curves, down your stomach, my fingers brush your hairless pussy. So so very smooth, I love it. You had told me you had just gotten waxed, I guess I had put it out of mind for a bit. I want you I say. You give me your big beautiful smile. The same smile I first fell in love with back in the armory after you caught me whistling or humming the Indiana Jones theme song so many years ago. I spin you around again so your back is to the wall of the shower It was chilly at first, you gave a slight gasp. I started kissing your neck again; licking; lightly sucking; you close your eyes again and start cooing; smiling. I reach down with my right hand. Running my hand over your tits; gently at first; I pinch your right left nipple first; you gasp. Then to be fair I show equal attention to your other breast. Your breathing gets deeper. The hot water is still beating down on us. Your left hand is on the wall of the shower, the other hand is on my left shoulder. I run my hand down your stomach, down your pelvis and slowly rub your clit. You quiver. You have anticipated my touch. My concentrated touch to your clit all day, all you wanted was me to touch you there. Now, finally, being made hot and relaxed in the shower with your fiancé, me, the man you love so deeply, with so much of yourself given to him, and he is touching you, where only he can and does. The only man you want to touch you. "I love you baby." You whisper. Your thoughts have never been so saturated. I love you. I love you so much! I whisper. I rub you in such a way that I know you enjoy. I listen to your breathing, it quickens and you whimper. Your eyebrows furrow. I am listening to you and watching your face. It's so angelic. It does not take long for you to succumb to your impulses. You cum hard; tightening your legs on my hand. Your nails dig into my shoulder. Your breathing gets longer, more dawn out. You start to relax. Quickly, I reach up, adjust the shower head so it is not on us as much, I grab you by the waist smile and spin you around again, so your facing the wall. I have you bent over at the waist with me behind you, there is a small step. I have you put your hands on it for support. "Oh really, you ask, knowing exactly what's coming next. Mmm, hmm. I respond, still smiling. I feel for your oh so very wet pussy, I lean in slowly. You reach behind and grab a hold of my very hard cock. "mmmmm, nice." You grab my cock and aim it for your pussy lips. "Come here," you gently command. I comply and move slowly. I can feel your lips open for me. You coo as I continue to push. Your pussy takes the shape of my cock. You're always so tight, hot and wet. You sigh deeply. You start to push back, but I now I take control. I put my hand on your shoulders and pull you deeper. You gasp. I reel back and push slightly harder. I pull back and pull you to me again. Each time I continue the action, there a sloppy slurping sound. The water is slopping between our bodies creating a kind of humorous noise. We are in the moment paying little mind to the rude sounding noise. The more intoxicating and sexual charged noises are far more enjoyable; the grunting, sighing, cooing and heavy breathing are much more pleasing to the ears. Mmmmm, baby...um, I'm going to cum." Me too I quickly respond. Our bodies pounding together, with each slam of my cock into your into your pussy, there is a grunt from me and whimper small hint of a scream from you. You are in total rapture, pure ecstasy. Your pussy is dripping, quivering with excitement, trying to take in all of my cock. I fill you up so much, you're so tight. You don't think you can take any more of me. You are ready to cum so hard. Almost at the same time, we start saying, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Arrrgh! AS we come together you both make our final thrust. Me into you, you against me, we freeze. Holding each other, neither one moving, finally what seems like minutes, we start moving; shaking; we turn the shower off, step out. Only then do we realize....no towels. We look at each other and start to laugh. "Air-dry," I chuckle questioning. You look as though you have a new wind; you look at me for a second and take off running. "Air-dry" I respond to my own question and I take off chasing you. Shower Love The government called her Dalila. I called her Dali and I loved her deeply. We had a special relationship. We talked very little but looked at and touched each other a lot. I always knew what she was thinking by the way she looked at me and she looked at me like no one else ever had. Her eyes were deep and dark like the universe. Dali's body was a work of art. She never appreciated her body as much as I did, but I stopped trying to convince her. Bodies are meant to be brushed and kissed and clutched, not talked about. She had a little meat on her bones and that was fine by me. She had lovely skin and a round, sexy ass; the kind of ass you could smack, squeeze and fuck hard all night long without leaving a single mark on it. I used to think of it as the "invincible ass" and laugh about it, but that's between me and you. We did not have much money at the time and we were barely seeing each other at all. She was working as a nurse, a night shift nurse. I was working as freelance photographer and most of my gigs were during the day. On the weekends, I was working 12-hour days and she was helping her younger sister take care of her baby. At this point, we got to touch each other about once a week. I craved her all week long. It was a Wednesday and I was taking pictures for a real estate company. This company dealt only with swanky properties in posh neighborhoods. It wasn't my dream job, but if you don't start somewhere you never get nowhere. Bob Marley said that. Real estate agent Chris pushed opened the heavy doors of the house. It was the first time I worked with Chris and he seemed awfully anxious for a successful mansion-seller. He checked his phone a lot and was completely distracted. I thought about fucking Dali up against a wall most of the time at work, so I could relate. I did not know how much the house was worth, but it seemed like it would sell for a couple million at least. The living room was spacious and finely furnished. A spiral staircase invited you up to the second level. The master bathroom had a large walk-in shower with glass doors and a wide assortment of expensive soaps of all kinds. It didn't seem like anyone was living there so it must have been the interior decorator...Or not. I was taking some photos of the shower with a wide-angle lens when I heard a commotion stirring downstairs. I spiralled down the staircase to find Chris putting on his jacket in a fit. He ran out the doors with his coat half on, not even thinking to close them. I stood in the middle of the staircase, confused. He soon ran back in a tossed me the keys to the house. "My wife is having a baby. Take the keys and lock up when you're done. Don't break anything." Again he was off, almost wiping out as his shiny shoes struggled to grip the icy, marble-like floors of the house. My first thought was: "Wow, that lucky man is having a child. That is so wonderful for him and his wife. I hope he comes back soon so I can congratulate him." This is a lie. My real first thought was: "Labour? That could take hours. That could take a whole day!" My second thought was of Dali. She was at home and I hadn't touched her in 8 and one half days. He didn't say: "Don't fuck anything." I pushed the buttons on the phone and this is what came out the other end: "44 Glenwood Drive. No questions. Bring those pretty eyes of yours that I love so much." Storm chasers have to be ready to follow a storm at any time. We were love chasers. I left the doors open. I grabbed a pile of flyers and made a trail with them, starting at the doors and ending at the master bedroom. I waited and thought about all of the things I could to Dali in that room. "I could wash every crevice of her beautiful body. I could shampoo her hair while she sucked my cock. I could hold her arms behind her back, stick her face into the glass wall and fuck her ass..." Footsteps! The butterflies in my stomach awoke from their slumber. The cells in my extremities began to vibrate with excitement. My breathe slowed and deepened, stopping time and absorbing the awe of the moment. I closed my eyes and smiled with sweet anticipation, listening patiently to Dali's every move and already tasting in my cheeks what my mouth would soon devour. She walked in to find me leaning back against the shower doors. Only a cigarette could have made me look cooler. "Hey" "Hey" She stood there smiling subtly and looking at me like she always does. She was wearing tight black jeans and a low-cut tank top. I walked over, grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her up against the shower doors. I scanned her body up and down slowly, rubbing her stomach gently, squeezing her breast and breathing in her feminine scent. I explored her eyes and kissed her soft, honey-like lips. Our kiss lasted seconds but felt like an eternity. "Take off your clothes", I said as I stepped into the shower and turned it on. We removed our clothes in front of each other. She took off her shirt and I took off mine. I took off my pants and she took off hers. We looked at each other the entire time. When we were fully naked, I turned her around and held her against the glass, squeezing her butt cheeks and smacking her ass lightly. We moved into the shower and stood under the warm water. We kissed in the rain, sucking each other's lips and tasting each other's tongues. Her arms around my neck and my hands were on her ass, squeezing it and pulling it open. I rubbed her lower back and massaged my scalp. The room was spinning. We grabbed some soap and got to washing each other. Mine was watermelon flavoured and hers was a tangerine scent. I washed up her arms, around her neck and down her chest, squeezing her big, beautiful tits and rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She washed my chest, down my stomach and around my pubic hair. She rubbed me where my legs meet my hips and gently scraped my pubic hair. Dali gazed into my eyes as lathered my dick and balls with copious amounts of soap. She gradually stiffened her grip as my cock swelled and hardened in her hands. I leaned back against the wall and pushed my hip out, letting my arms rest at my sides, appreciating the moment. She focused back on my cock, lovingly squeezing my nuts with one hand and rubbing firmly around my swollen dickhead with the other. She was in the zone, like an artist molding something out of clay. This is when I realized that god had created Dali just for me. I struggled my whole life and the moment I thought I could hustle no more, I met Dali. Dali was my reward, my muse, an electrifying jolt to my soul. I was born to love Dali and every part of her was worthy of my devotion. I got down on my knees and took her foot into my hands, cleaning and massaging it. Poor Dali was on her feet all day long at the hospital for hours at a time. I rinsed off her foot and massaged the sole with my thumbs. I rubbed her ankle. I sucked on her toes and licked in between them. I did the same to the other foot. Putting down her foot, I turned her around. She bent over and pushed her upper body towards the glass, sticking her ass in my face. I spread her cheeks with my hands and licked around her asshole, which now smelled like watermelon. She quivered as my tongue shot energy through her asshole, up her spine and into her brain. I sucked her pussy from behind, tasting it, savoring it and drinking her juices. I licked up and down slow and hard, starting from her clit all the way up to the top of her crack and back. I squeezed her cheeks. She moaned and quivered and turned around anxiously, pushing me to the ground. Spinning around, she grabbed the base of my rigid cock and floated down onto it, engulfing it with her pussy. She leaned forward, looking back at me and grinding her sexy ass up and down my thick cock. I watched as she gyrated her hips in all sorts directions, taking my cock to places of her pussy that only I get to go. She squeezed and pulled my dick hard, sucking it into her and out of her. I was getting close to sexual eruption. I hadn't ejaculated in more than 8 days and Dali was pleasing my cock so good. I could feel all my energy moving to the center of my body. She stopped twisting and starting fucking me hard, popping her hips up and down on my dick, slamming me as she looked back. She knew I was about to cum. Dali hopped off and got onto her hands in front of me, taking my pulsating cock into her mouth. She stroked with her hard while she sucked my cock. I got up on my elbows and let go. She looked me dead in the eye as she sucked load after load of thick, creamy cum out of me. My legs squirmed and my body pulsed as she lovingly milked me. As the intensity of my orgasm diminished, so did the intensity of her stroking and sucking. And when there was nothing left but air, she gently sucked that out of me as well. She rose to her knees and looked at me lustfully with cum-soaked lips. She swished my creamy, warm load around her mouth slowly, allowing it to absorb into her cheeks before she took a big gulp and swallowed it down. Fuck yes. We got dressed at a snail's pace and waddled down the stairs. I reached for the knob of the front door, but someone opened it for me from the outside. An older woman was holding the door and there were several couples at her rear. "Hiii, are you the cleaning people? It's time for the open house," said the woman. "Aaaah Hi, my name is TD and I've been taking photographs of this lovely home all afternoon. This is Wanda, the beautiful and talented interior decorator. We're famished and just headed out to lunch, but enjoy your visit and thank you for coming. Bu-bye." They seemed convinced. It was like we walked right out the front door of the bank with all the cash and they held the doors open for us. However, the real estate company never called me again to take pictures. Maybe it was because flyers were scattered all over the floor. Maybe it was because the shower was soaking wet. Maybe I didn't give a fuck. I had a lot of time off for the next 2 weeks, so me and Dali were hard at work trying out new ways to suck and fuck each other into oblivion. Every morning I would wake up with a rock hard cock and Dali's hungry lips all over it. Every morning, Dali would come home after her shift at the hospital and get a good hard fucking like she likes. It was the best of times.