11 comments/ 67610 views/ 16 favorites The Shower By: pure_bliss I come home while you're in the shower and decide to have some fun. Let's get wet... As always, thanks to everyone who sent feedback, it's what makes me want to keep making audios. xo Bliss * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (34 min/mp3) * * * * * The Shower On this incredibly hot summer day I was racing against time. My wife was out of town and you were coming over to go to dinner with me. We were still just friends but I was hoping for something more this summer weekend. So I was racing against time. You would be here any minute and I was just finishing the yard work. As I'm putting up my weed whacker you pull up. I groan inside as I stand there dripping in sweat apologizing for not being ready. You laugh and smile as you say it's okay, you'll watch some tv while I take a shower. I tell you where the living room is and explain that I undress in the garage so to keep the grass clippings out of the house. You stand there with a sly grin, biting your lower lip a little, and just say "OK". What the heck I think as I pull my shirt off and strip down to my boxers. We go in the house and you head for the living room as I cut through the laundry room to the shower. I hear the tv come on as I turn on the water and drop my boxers. I have cool water running first to pull the heat off me and stop the sweating. I stand there several minutes enjoying the cold water cooling me off when I remember you're waiting for me. I turn the water warmer and close my eyes and feel the heat relaxing my muscles as I think about how lucky I am to have you as a friend. I don't know how long I was standing there enjoying the moment when the shower door opens behind me and I feel you step in the shower with me. I keep my eyes closed, thinking I'm dreaming as your naked body presses against my back. You take the soap and lather up my back, not saying a word. As you finish that you press against me again. I feel your breasts against me as you lightly kiss my shoulders and slip your hands around my waist. You rub my stomach, softly running your fingers up and down. Then your hands drift up to my nipples, teasing and playing with them, knowing from our conversations how this will affect me. My moans of pleasure tell you that the desired result is starting to happen. As your hands drift back downward you take my now growing dick in your right hand and caress my balls with your left. Waves of pleasure flow through my body as you stroke faster and firmer, knowing the exact second to stop right before I cum. You turn me around and gasp as you see how hard you've gotten me. You stand back a little to soap up my front letting your hands and eyes enjoy exploring my body. I pull you to me, kissing you passionately feeling your nipples against mine, our hearts beating next to each other, my hard dick grinding into your stomach as my hands on your bottom pull you tightly to me. You throw your head back moaning my name as my hungry lips find your nipples and suck eagerly on them. My fingers explore between your legs as I kiss my way down your body. You place one leg over my shoulder. I kiss the inside of your thigh as I slip my fingers inside you. I tease my tongue all around your clit letting the anticipation build. When I finally touch it you explode in an instant orgasm. Your body trembles from the touch of my fingers and tongue as another climax rapidly builds within you. I feverishly lick your pussy and slide my fingers in and out of you. Your knees buckle as the 2nd orgasm, larger than the first, races through you seeming to last forever. I lick up the cum dripping from you as you slowly recover. As I stand back up, you bring my cock back to full hardness with just the touch of your hand. You lean against the wall as I slide easily into your still wet pussy. You are still sensitive so I slowly, gently slide in and out of you. I pull out, turning you around, and slightly bend you over so I can do you from behind. My hands grasp your breasts as I start going faster. Your 3rd climax is softer than the first two and somehow more fulfilling. You totally collapse in my arms as the warm water relaxes us again. I still haven't cum even though I'm still rock hard. You go down taking me in your mouth. Words can not describe the feeling of your lips around me and your tongue flicking lightly on the underside of my cock. It only takes a few minutes before I can't resist the sensations any longer and shoot a massive load of cum into your mouth. You swallow what you can and the rest drips out of the corner of your lips and onto your heaving breasts. Now it's my turn to collapse as we hold each other and I kiss your beautiful face. As we catch our breath we notice the water has grown significantly cooler. We step out and dry each other off, even though this is complicated because we can't get a towel between us. As we finish the drying I notice I'm starting to get hard again. You feel it to and we both have the same idea at once. We race into the bedroom and dive into bed with me on top of you. As I rapidly harden you guide me into you as we both smile at each other knowing our dinner plans have changed as we continue with this unexpected night of making love. The Shower Thanks everyone for all your positive feedback and support!! I really do have the best fans possible. This audio has been a fairly common general request and one I've been meaning to do for awhile. Just some nice hot fun in the shower. So take some time to relax, close your eyes, and listen while your fingers start playing. :) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13 min/mp3) * * * * * The Shower It was a hot summer night, and a couple returned to their studio flat wet from the humidity outside. Throwing the door shut behind them, Brad, a slim but muscular man, put an arm around the girl's waist and kissed her. Bethany gripped his ass with both hands, which she found delightfully firm. He stroked her hair, and opened his eyes just enough to see her swooning in anticipation. "Beth," he said, "I have to tell you I made plans for you tonight, but I can't promise you're going to enjoy it." She looked at him, and he flashed his eyes to indicate the bed. She glanced across, and saw handcuffs already locked to the frame, then she looked into his eyes. "Ok," she said. Brad watched her hips as she went towards the bed, but she did not get into it. Instead she pulled her blouse off over her head, and untied her hair. She shook it loose, then looked at Brad over her shoulder. "But I want to shower first." Brad advanced and took her again in his arms. As they kissed, his hand traced from her hair to her neck, along her back until it settled at her waist—while the other held her ass beneath a denim skirt. "Shower first?" he repeated. A hand crept up to her neck, where he nipped her with his teeth. She felt his power in his hold over her. "Alright then," he said, slackening his grip. He let his hands hover above her neck and waist, and his mouth tantalised in front of hers. "Take it all off." He stepped away from her until he found a seat, where he sat and removed his socks while he watched her. Beth smiled and flicked her hair. She turned around, and Brad enjoyed the contours of her back. Her hands joined to unbutton her skirt. With a little zip it came loose, and she put her hands to her sides. With a small wiggle, she began to slide it down, and as she did so she leaned over the bed, revealing her black thong and enticing him with her smoking hot ass. The skirt dropped to the floor, and stepping out of it she stood with her legs apart, but her back still turned. She looked over her shoulder—her eyes on fire, and her lips parted. He had taken off his shirt, and was now sat in his jeans with an obvious hard-on. "All of it," he repeated, touching the bulge at his crotch. She walked towards him, reaching behind her back to unfasten the lacy black bra. She slipped one strap off her shoulder, saying, "I'm not going to do it before we've showered, you know." He smiled, but his expression softened as the bra fell to the ground in front of him. "Of course," he said. He stood up, unbuttoning his jeans so that they hung at his waist. He looked at her and said, "Would you?" She knelt down to remove his jeans, but he didn't step out of them. With one hand on her head, he dropped his boxers and grabbed his cock, then pulled her towards him. She protested at first, moaning as the first thrust took her too deep, but then she took the base of his cock in her hand and beg to suck him with pleasure. He gave her control of the depth and speed. Playing with her hair, he gasped as the sensations of her tongue and lips rippled around him. He enjoyed her control for a short time, but his hands in her hair became more and more alive with tension. He began gripping her head, and thrusting deep into her throat so that she gagged and groaned. She pushed at his thigh with a clawing hand. Then he stopped, releasing his grip but still in her mouth. She could taste his semen, but he had stopped before coming completely. Brad took his cock out of her mouth, and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. She was still wearing the black thong. "Come on," she said, putting both thumbs under the straps. Brad turned her around, and put his hands on top of hers. He made her step towards the bed, giving him space to kneel down as he slipped the thong off her. He ran his hands back up her legs, and kissed them as high as her ass. Then he stood up. "Bradley," she protested. He cupped her tits in both hands, and nipped her neck and ears. She groaned and closed her eyes, one arm lifting up as she reached for his hair. "I'm all sweaty and gross," she said. With one hand he continued to play with her breasts, while the other explored her body. He revelled in the contours from her breasts to her stomach, and while his hand found her belly button his dick found the parting in her ass cheeks. His hand slipped further downwards, and she groaned again as it reached her hips. "Brad..." He stroked her thighs, and brushed the stubble between her legs. He sensed that she was about to speak again, so he rushed to her clit. Caught by surprise, she gasped, but didn't say a word. She groaned again as his fingers moved softer but faster than before. She stretched her body and began to move to his rhythm. Her back arched, as with one with hand she stroked his hair, and with the other she squeezed her tit—enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. He pushed her over onto the bed, and she caught herself on her arms and elbows. Her legs spread apart, her ass shot up beautifully. "—Brad!" she protested, but she did nothing to stop him. Brad seized her by the hips, and stuck his cock into her pussy. She gasped, and bit her bottom lip as he began thrusting inside her—pulling at her waist so that her whole body rocked with him. Her mouth dropped wide, and she fumbled with one hand to grab hold of her tits. His grip redoubled in power, and Beth began to squirm with pleasure. He pushed her forward, onto the bed so they were lying flat, but he remained inside her. On top of her, he placed one hand under her breast. He could feel the warmth of her ass pressing against his body, and he began to fuck her deeper and harder. He grabbed a lot of her hair and pulled it like a harness, confusing her senses with pleasure and pain. She cried out. "I'm not done with you yet," he said. He pulled out, and took her by the shoulder and turned her around towards the bed head. He slung her left hand into the cuffs by the wall, then her right hand into another set of cuffs at the other side—pinning her down to the frame. She lay there still rippling in delight. She wanted him to come in her, or on her, or anyway he wanted. He put his leg over her body so that he was on top of her—looking at her tits and erect nipples. He leaned over to kiss her, and stroked her arms which were pinned outwards. He kissed her tits, and took them in both hands as he began flicking her nipples with his tongue. "Brad," she moaned, "I want you to fuck me." He lifted his head. She wriggled beneath him and pulled at the handcuffs. "Fuck me Brad. Oh please fuck me." But instead he moved forward. He put his cock between her breasts, and squeezed them around it with his hands. He rocked between her tits, and started thrusting faster. She looked down at his cock and her mouth instinctively opened. Sounds caught in her throat. Her body moved with his. She lifted her legs high and wide, as if she could bring him into her by doing so. He gripped her breasts harder with every thrust. Then he took a hold of her hair, and moved further forward. He held his cock down, and Beth opened her mouth invitingly—even though she could hardly move her head. He teased it in, wetting his cock on her tongue, which followed it even as he pulled away. With a firm push, he went deep inside, and Beth groaned with delight. Her head bobbed around his cock, then Brad lent up and over her, and thrusted downwards until she gagged. He pulled out, and she begged him, "Don't stop. Don't stop." He slid down her body, kissing her, then kissing her breasts and body, until he had his legs between hers. "Yes—" she said, as his cock grazed her clit. "Oh yes—" As he slipped inside her wet pussy, he took her hair with one hand and her body with the other. He started fucking her deep and hard and heavy. She brought her legs up and around his back, pulling him into her—repeating the word "yes, yes." Her back arched as she pulled against the hand cuffs. She reveled in the thought of his hot semen bursting inside of her, and the pleasure that his passionate thrusts brought her was immeasurable. Brad felt the telling sign that he was going to come in her very soon. The mounting sensation of pleasure built up and up, and drove him to bang her harder and harder, until he felt an immense swelling up inside of him. He seized up, grabbing her tightly and still thrusting as well as he could. Brad pulled out and savored the sight of her cunt dripping with his cum. Finally relaxed, he rolled over to lie next to her. They looked at each other with tired but satisfied faces, and he said, "So, how about that shower?" The Shower It was a lazy morning at home. I should have been getting ready to go to the office but I was struggling with motivation. I was incredibly horny. It didn't matter what I did that morning, the only thing I could think about was cumming. I hadn't masturbated before I got out of bed, like I normally do, and that was a mistake. Daily orgasms for me isn't just a want, it's an actual need! I NEED to cum every day, several times! My mind began to wander as I was emptying the dishwasher. I began to call upon my fantasies. (the fantasies in my head make ME blush! So taboo, so dirty, but they make me so incredibly wet!) As I'm unloading the dishwasher I can feel my pussy lips swell, I can feel my wetness in my yoga pants! I began to look at kitchen utensils in a sexual way! Thank God I wasn't cooking or I would have taken the nearest carrot to my room and had my way with it! Dishwasher now empty, task completed, still incredibly horny. I decide it's time for a shower. I pull my night shirt over my head and as I open the door and enter my shower I notice how much I love the way the hot water bites at my skin and causes my nipples to rise to taut perfect peaks, similar in size to a large pencil erasers. I turn so the water drenches my long blond hair. As it runs through my hair it's easy to imagine it being my lover's fingers caressing me with such gentle heat. I suddenly realize the new sensation of the hot water running down my back and I tilt my ass "just so" and I feel the heated sensation running between my round tight ass cheeks. I shudder at how it feels like my lovers hot wet tongue cleansing my most private parts. I turn to face the water and let it run over my perfect breast and down my tummy and thighs. I smile to myself thinking about how something as simple as a daily shower can be so fulfilling mentally, physically and sexually. I see my shaving cream on the shelf and remember how soft and silky it always feels on my legs. I fill my hand and start to experiment with the sensation of how it feels on my breasts. It feels like silky heaven surrounding my tits, my tummy begins to tighten as my body craves to feel the release of an orgasm. I continue to rub my breast as I watch myself. I rinse my breasts and turn my back to the streaming water again, I ever so gently, barely touching the surface begin to caress my nipples on the smooth cool wall of my shower, the sensation pushes me closer to the edge of the orgasm I seek. My hand moves to my pussy and I begin to rub my clit, I can feel the silky wetness of my own juices flowing from within me. I turn to begin my daily chore of shaving my pussy. As I put one foot halfway up my shower stall wall I'm thankful for good balance, I'm also thankful for how soothing the water rushing over my pussy feels. I look down to watch the water flow freely over my swollen pussy lips, I grab my shaving cream and begin rubbing the silky white foam between my thighs and on the front of my pelvis. The touch of the razor with such even firm strokes only stokes the fire that burns within me even hotter. I rinse the razor and begin to fuck my pussy with the handle while I simultaneously rub my clit, slowly at first but then I become more frantic KNOWING I need the release. As I fuck myself with my razor handle my legs begin to shake, I can feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, it sends hot, spiking, zings of lust throughout my entire body! I'm so close, I keep fucking myself, harder, suddenly imagining it's a stranger that's caught me in the shower and they're fucking me against the wall! In my mind I'm screaming, "fuck me harder! harder! please!!" As I imagine my lover pounding me against the shower wall I find my apex! My orgasm shoots out of me like a bullet screaming out of my pussy, my tummy clenches, my pussy contracts, my legs quiver, my body jerks in little spasms of lust, and then.....it's over. Until my next orgasm. ~J~ The Shower Come join me in this steamy shower, won't you? * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (6.5 min/mp3) * * * * * The Shower "You're sopping wet!" Harry exclaimed when he opened the door. "No kidding," James retorted dryly. "I was a halfway to my car when the sky opened up and dumped buckets on me. I figured that I could dry out here while I visited." "Sure, no problem," Harry said. He watched as James slipped his shoes off. A plan began to take shape in his mind and he smiled inwardly. "It's 55 degrees outside. You've got to get out of those wet clothes before you catch cold. Give them to me and I'll toss them in the dryer. They'll be dry in 15 minutes." "Geez, Harry!" James swore as he shook his head. "You'll do anything to get into my pants, won't you?" "Yes," Harry agreed with a grin. "Almost anything. Now strip!" The two men stared at one another, and in his peripheral vision Harry noticed a tremor shake James' body. The inward smile suddenly turned into a silent shout of glee. "Look at you," Harry said worriedly once James had lowered his eyes, "You're shivering. Now march right into the bathroom, hand me out your clothes, and jump into the shower. A nice hot shower. Make that skin glow pink," he directed. He placed his hand on James' shoulder, turned him in the right direction, and gave a gentle shove. "Your clothes will be dry before you are," he promised. James started hesitantly toward the bathroom, then he seemed to make up his mind. His steps quickened, and his hand moved up and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Act One complete," Harry thought to himself as he followed James to the bathroom, "Time to set the scene for Act Two." He stopped just outside the door and waited patiently for James' clothing. Once it had all been handed out, he began to close the door, but stopped just before it was closed. Opening it slightly, he called in, "How about a cup of coffee? Light and sweet, right?" "That would be great," answered James from behind the relative safety of the door. Harry shut the door gently. He held his breath. No sound came from the bathroom, and then Harry heard the hiss of the shower. He emptied his lungs, and began to walk away. "Silly boy," he whispered, "he didn't lock the door!" The shouts of glee that had been echoing through Harry's mind now transformed themselves into a slow, moving piece of music. Heavy with bass, it set his nerves on edge and quickened his heartbeat and breathing. Like countless men before him throughout the ages, his body began to prepare itself for flight, fight - or sex! He tossed the clothes into the dryer, but not before he examined James' briefs. "Interesting," he thought to himself as he fingered the stretchy black fabric. "Nylon spandex, I think. So, my little cockteaser likes sexy men's underwear, too." The briefs joined the rest of the clothes and was set spinning. Harry moved into the kitchen, humming along with the music. "Well would you look at that," he said to the stove, "There's already a pot of coffee made." He paused and pretended to think. "What do you think? Should I bring James his cup of coffee right now so he can drink it while he towels himself dry?" The stove didn't answer so Harry took its silence for agreement. Harry poured. He sugared. He milked. He stirred. Coffee mug in hand, he turned back towards the bathroom. Pausing with his hand on the doorknob, he announced aloud, "Ladies and gentlemen. For your viewing pleasure - the third and final act!" The audience of pillows silently applauded and the orchestra in Harry's mind began to play louder. Carefully and soundlessly, Harry opened the door. He stepped in and walked directly into the shower. The sight that greeted him caused him to slosh coffee onto his hand and very nearly ruined his plan. And at that same moment, the chorus chose that same moment to join the band. The combination of the mellifluous voices and the vision that beheld him made him gasp out loud. But James did not hear, for he was rinsing his hair, and the water beating down on his head and around his ears drowned out Harry's gasp of surprise - and pleasure. For what Harry saw was beyond anything his mind had conjured up for him in the few minutes that his plan had been conceived, lay gestating, and was finally born there in his shower on the wet tile floor. For James stood there facing him, his eyes closed as the suds cascaded off his head and slithered down his glistening body. Unnoticed, Harry observed one clump of bubbly froth trace a path across James' shoulder and down the center of his chest. Harry watched as it slid downwards, just missing James' nipple, which was deep pink in color and ringed with sparse, dark hairs. Propelled by gravity, the bubbles continued downwards. Propelled by deepening desire, Harry watched, enthralled. Speeding up, the bubbles raced across James' nearly hairless stomach until finally coming to rest in his pubic hairs, where Harry saw them slowly dissolve away. Surprisingly, their absence caught Harry's attention and gave him pause, for he noticed how short the hair down there was. So short that they could not begin to hide the penis below. And a beautiful cock it was! Just dangling there in a dormant state, Harry could tell it would be one of average length but above average girth for the glans was wide and sharply flared. Above it, the shaft was marked by a darker ring of scar tissue halfway up, and Harry could not help but wonder what its final dimensions might be. But even as he began to wonder what James' cock would look and feel like once it was engorged with blood and fully erect, another thought crossed his mind. "I wonder if he cuts his pubic hair all the time, or if he did it just for me," he mused. And with this thought a new plan took shape. A plan only one step beyond his previous one of just seeing James nude. A plan which now took hold of him and seemed to consume him - body, mind, and soul. A plan from which he vowed to himself there was no turning back.. A plan so simple, he was surprised he didn't think of it first. A plan to have James. To give him pleasure. To give him love. To make him come. In the shower. In his mouth. Today. Now. Harry finally spoke, "I brought your coffee." The sudden and surprising intrusion of his voice had the desired effect. James' eyes flew open and his head moved back. And as his hands moved from his head to his crotch in a belated attempt to cover himself, a terrible and yet wonderful thing happened. A wave of bubbles released their hold on his hair, cascaded down his forehead, and plunged directly into his "deer in the headlights" eyes. Almost immediately, all of James' attempts at covering himself were put aside as his hands raced up to his face in a futile effort to scrub the froth from his eyes. And then another wonderful thing happened - James turned his back to Harry so that he could rinse the soap from his eyes. Now Harry could drink in the sight of James' ass and his long, strong legs. His eyes searched the body before him for something, anything that might turn him off, cool his ardor, and prevent him from continuing with his plan - but nothing did. If anything, it increased Harry's desire. It was then Harry realized that this was the opening he had been hoping for. Setting down the almost forgotten coffee, Harry stepped into the shower with James. Walking up to James, he got as close as he could without touching him. Then bending over slightly, Harry whispered to James, "Can I wash your back for you." His heart in his throat, Harry waited for James to answer. It was almost thirty seconds before James responded with a barely audible, "Yes. Please." Even before James uttered that last word, Harry's hands were upon him. Softly and sensually, Harry began to wash James. He started at his shoulders - trying to massage away James' fears and relax him, and then his hands were gliding across the bone and muscle of his arms. Finishing there, he moved closer, pressing himself against James as his hand reached around to clean his chest and belly. James tried to move away but the shower wall in front of him left him with no place to escape. "Hey," protested James weakly, "You said 'my back'." "I lied," Harry replied wickedly. "It's my house. It's my shower. It's my soap. And we're playing by my rules now. Just relax and enjoy." His hands wandered across James' chest, alternately tweaking his nipples and then traversing his smooth belly down to the top of his groin before coming to rest and then beginning the cycle all over again. Finally tiring of this, Harry released his captive from his backwards hug and sank to his knees. Now kneeling behind James, it took every ounce of self control Harry had to not incline his head a few inches and begin kissing and licking the globes of James' ass. Instead, he concentrated on cleansing his thighs, his calves, and his feet before his hands made their way back up his body and began caressing James' ass. James tensed, but then relaxed once it became clear that Harry's almost friction's stroking was just that, and not an attempt to pry apart his cheeks and invade him. "You have to turn around," Harry said suddenly without interrupting his massage some minutes later, "I have to clean your front." This request took a few seconds to register on James' overloaded senses, and in a moment of weakness, he complied. And then another wonderful thing happened, for when he turned, James' hard cock slapped Harry in the side of his head. Soaping his hands liberally, Harry began to tenderly clean the balls swinging from side to side before him. With his other hand, he clasped James' cock in his soapy hands and slowly stroked its turgid length from root to tip and then back again. A groan escaped James lips. Harry paused, and as the water rinsed away the suds, Harry noticed that James' scrotum matched his pubic hair - it was nearly hairless. Smiling with satisfaction for a job well done Harry looked up at James. Their eyes locked. While still holding onto James' cock and balls, Harry asked him a question. "Do you know how a mother cat cleans her kittens?" Again, the answer was delayed by several seconds, and then James nodded and said, "Yes, I do. Why?" "Because that's how I'm going to finish cleaning your cock," Harry responded. Without waiting for a reply, he bent over and began licking James' cock as if it was a long lollipop. "No!" James moaned. Without stopping, Harry began to polish the knob of the cock before him. Twitching and throbbing, it responded by growing hotter and harder. Finally, Harry paused long enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop now?" before resuming his licking. Right about the time that James uttered another, fateful, "No," in response to that rhetorical question, Harry took the head of James' cock into his mouth and began sucking in concert with his licking. It was a fateful "No" because it was then that James realized that he was getting the best blowjob of his life. Fateful because he recognized that he had not been this turned on in a long time. Fateful because he realized that there was no turning back. Fateful because he wanted it. Because he wanted it to never end. Because he wanted it to end. He wanted it to end with him splashing his hot cum deep into Harry's willing and oh, so talented mouth. "Oh, no," he moaned as his hands reached down to grab hold of Harry's head. Not to guide Harry in any way for Harry needed no assistance, but as a support for James' suddenly weak legs. "Oh, yes," he moaned next as Harry took him deeply into his mouth. So deep that Harry's nose was tickled by James' pubic hairs. So deep that Harry nearly choked when the bulbous head invaded his throat. He reached around James' body so that he could hold him, and he alternated gliding his hands up and down James' thighs and across his butt with grabbing his cheeks and pulling him closer. James responded by holding on tighter and he began to murmur things like, "Oh, that feels so good!" and "Please, stop." Harry paid little attention as his entire being was concentrated on the task at hand. So with the water splashing down around them, their electronic relationship was finally consummated. But if anyone had chosen this moment to peek in on our two showermates, they would have gotten the wrong impression. For the older, more mature gentleman on his knees before the younger one was not the one submitting. No, quite the opposite. That gentleman was the one in charge. With James' baton firmly seated between his lips, Harry was conducting these orchestral movements. In and out, up and down, around and around, Harry pleasured James until James could take no more. His breath coming in ragged gasps, his body stiffened, his scrotum tightened and his cock grew harder and began to twitch. And as Harry's inner orchestra reached their crescendo, and the cymbals crashed for the final time, James came. Without slowing down or decreasing the voracious power of his sucking, Harry allowed the head to slide from his throat so that James' essence could be deposited on his tongue. For weeks, he had waited for this. And now it was his. His to savor. His to enjoy. For this moment was his greatest pleasure. To give such pleasure one had to have a big heart. And at that moment, Harry's heart was ready to burst from his chest. And then, suddenly, it was over. Silence descended on the lovers. The last drop of nectar had been massaged from James' cock, and he lay spent, leaning against the wall. When he had composed himself sufficiently, he reached down and drew Harry up. "Thank you", he said, and then he kissed Harry. Not a shy kiss, or even a lustful or passionate kiss, this was a kiss for the ages, a kiss that spoke volumes. A kiss of thanks, and peace, and even love. And then James kicked Harry out of his own shower. "Now scram," James ordered. "I need to finish this shower and dry off. Get out." So Harry scrammed. Dripping wet, he toweled himself dry in his bedroom. He went to the dryer to retrieve James' dry clothing, and returning to his bedroom, he folded the articles neatly and placed them on the bed. Sitting next to them, he wondered what would happen next. He recalled James' words about how he felt after these types of encounters, how guilt overtakes him. So he sat there wondering and worrying. Then the bathroom door opened and James walked out. All dry and glowing, albeit a little waterlogged and wrinkled in spots, he walked over and stood in from of Harry. Harry worried that it was a little bit awkward, given what had just happened and that they were both nude. And then, as the curtain descended on that last act, the last wonderful thing happened. James spoke a single word. A word seemingly full of hope and yet full of questions. A word Harry never dreamed he would hear. A word of promise. One word. That word: "Again?" F I N I S Well, I hoped you liked that. You made me work hard on this, and now it's your turn. I'd like you to write a story. But I'll take more sex in mine, thank you. (I know, it's not fair, but hey, I don't have that good of an imagination! And besides, I went first so you have to top me.) And you might be surprised at what I'll accept. In my fantasies, I'll try almost anything, so that leaves worlds of possibilities. So consider this a vehicle for you to open up and even go a little bit crazy, too. Since I don't know what you like, or what you've done in the past, or what you want to do in the future (besides sucking me dry!) I am clueless as to what deep dark fantasies you harbor within you. So here's the scene: Your place Shoes (red or black, your choice) Garter belt (red or black) or corset (black, satin, and laces up the back) Black seamed stockings (I could wear beige nearly opaque pantyhose under them if leg hair would bother you) Women's clothing (Again, I already told you what I own so unless you would prefer something different, you can just choose from what I have) Bra? Foam falsies? A blonde wig? But no makeup or nail polish. While I do put these on (badly) when I have enough time, my intent is not always to look like a woman. I will never be anything more than a man in women's clothing. Which is fine for me. Remember, one of the reasons I dress in women's clothing is to feel more like a women, not just look a little bit more like one. That would include having more of a submissive nature, needing recognition about how one looks, needing to feel wanted, etc... So have fun with this. I am already looking forward to reading it. And to masturbating to it. The Shower I'd had a really tough day at work, and as I walked through the door, on that sultry, June evening all I wanted was a long, cold drink, and a long, hot shower. I looked in the fridge in our small kitchen, and saw what I was looking for. A nice bottle of chilled rose wine. I poured a glass, took off my shoes (ah Heaven)! And went to turn on the shower. I checked the time, glancing at the living room clock on my way past. It was 8pm - I still had hours before you got home. Plenty of time to refresh and pamper myself. I turned on the shower and went into the bedroom. As I peeled off my sweaty work clothes I drank my wine. It tasted really good, and was gone all too quickly. So I wandered in my white lace and cotton bra and knickers into the kitchen to pour myself a glass for when I'd finished in the shower. It was still only 8.15, so I went back to the bedroom and took off my underwear. I laid on the bed, naked, for a few minutes. Allowing the breeze from the open window to caress my naked body. I put on one of my favourite CD's and then got into the shower. It was hot, not too hot, but hot enough to ease the tension from my aching muscles. As I was washing my hair I suddenly felt incredibly horny! I didn't know if it was the wine or the warmth, but I felt as though I needed a damn hard fuck! As I knew you weren't due home for ages, and my need was urgent, I felt that the only thing for it was to make myself cum! I turned the shower temperature down slightly, and the speed of the shower pulse up, then aimed the spray at my chest. The tingling of it felt really good as the spray fell onto my breasts and nipples. As I played with my rosy, erect nipples I closed my eyes, and imagined that my hands were actually yours. As I got hornier I began to twist and pull my nipples hard, as I know you like to hear me gasp when YOU do that. I was so turned on that I was unaware of everything except the way that I was feeling. After a while I began to pull really, really hard on my nipples, and my feeling intensified even further. My mind was focused on my feelings and you, and I had a gentle orgasm. I leaned against the cubicle wall to recover, and noticed a shadow on the other side of the frosted glass! As I gathered the courage to call out, to see who was there, the screen opened, and there you stood! I looked in wonder at your naked body (you always make me feel that way), and your erect penis. I started to speak, but you shook your head, put your finger on my lips and stepped into the small cubicle. You then pushed me down the wall, and fed your cock into my hungry mouth. I took your balls in my hands and began to knead them, whilst I licked up and down your shaft. The water was still running so neither of us would get cold. After I had tasted every inch of your cock with my tongue, I took your shaft into my mouth and throat. I bobbed my head up and down on you as if my life depended on it! I mixed it up a bit by nibbling and kissing your head and tonguing your urethra. In no time you took control and fuck my mouth until I swallowed your precious load. You helped me up off my knees and began to kiss me passionately and tickling my clit. As you did this, you also started to bite, suck and kiss my breasts and nipples. There were so many sensations going on in my body I didn't know which one to concentrate on. Oh my God! I could feel it building, and it felt so good! You could feel my orgasm building too, and at just the right time you stuck two fingers into my hot pussy and one into my arse. This added stimulation pushed me over the edge and I came more powerfully that I ever could by my own hand! So hard that I squirted! By the time I had cum you were erect again! You turned off the shower, wrapped my in a towel and bent me over the bath. You held my hands against my back and slammed every inch of your erection into my tight and hungry pussy. You fucked me hard and fast until we both exploded again, in utter ecstasy! You took me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed and hugged me dry. I looked at the clock as I took a sip of my wine - it was still only 10pm. I do love it when you come home early! The Shower You have told me that we are going out tonight. We will go out for me to pick up a girl. To prepare, you have instructed me to shower. I must enter the bathroom naked and bathe as usual. It is a spacious bathroom, clean and elegant. Everything is off-white with dusty blue accents. A claw foot tub stands on an elevated step by the wide window and the shower has a clear glass door and a large circular shower head. You are sitting in an upholstered chair in the bathroom, dressed in dark pants and a button down short, the top button open. I walk into the bathroom and look at you out of the corner of my eye. You are relaxed and watching me calmly. I go to the shower and turn on the water, my back to you. As I test the temperature of the water I can feel your eyes on me and I feel excited and giddy. I step in slowly and let the water fall over me. My nipples stand up hard and I sigh without meaning to as the hot water covers my skin. I push the wet hair back off of my face with both hand and arch my back. I know that you are admiring the shape of my ass and legs. I start to feel a tingling between my legs as I hope what you see is exciting you. I wash my hair and slowly soap my body, careful not to look up at you. I run my lathered hands over my breasts and down my belly and waist. My hand slips between my legs and I slid my fingers along the folds of my pussy. I am even wetter than I thought and I close my eyes and press my fingers to my clit. I glance at you for approval. Though you look aroused, you make a small shake of your head. I am to finish my shower and get ready for our night out. I must not to linger there with my fingers massaging my pussy. Biting my lip, I turn slowly and rinse the soap off my body. I shut off the water and, opening the glass door, I step out dripping wet. "Come here" you say quietly. I walk to you and stand in front of you. "Show you are all clean" you instruct me. I hesitate, not sure what to do. "Lift your arms and turn." I do as you tell me, turning slowly, feeling the chill air on my skin raising goosebumps. "Now spread your legs and bend over" you tell me. My stomach flutters. I want to please you. To be naked in front of you like this, I feel so vulnerable but at the same time, I hope that you will see how turned on I am, maybe even be pleased and make me cum. The release would be so sweet. I spread my legs and bend forward so that my ass and pussy are wide open in front of you for inspection. I tremble a little. It feels like forever but finally I hear you take a deep breath and say "good. Very good. Now stand and face me again." Part of me is disappointed that you don't do something while my wet and tender pussy was spread bare for you. Now my hunger is even deeper than before. But I obey silently. You take a towel and, still sitting, begin to dry my body. You towel my legs and thighs, instruct my to turn and then towel my back starting at my ass and moving slowly up. As I turn back to face you, you stand and towel dry my stomach, breasts and neck. I murmur and sigh quietly as I watch you dry me. When you are done you sit down again. You look me slowly up and down, appreciating the view. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me by the bed." I turn quickly to follow your instructions. "Walk slowly" you say in a warning tone. I stop, take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom. You follow me down the hall to the bedroom, several steps behind. I know that you are watching my walk, admiring my body as I move. I feel wetness against my thighs. I am now so wet my pussy can't contain it anymore. The bedroom is decorated in earth tones. The thick chocolate brown carpet feels good against the soles of my feet. At the foot of the king size bed I turn to face you. Now, I hope to myself, now Master will take me and give me the release I crave. You go to the closet and take out a stylish black dress that I know you like me in. You lay it on the bed and go to choose some lingerie for me. I wait silently, watching you. You come back to the edge of the bed with a black lace bra. "This is what you will wear tonight" you say, brushing my soft cheek. "You will look too lovely for any woman to resist." You stand close to me as I put on the bra. I am breathing quickly, feeling you so close to me but not touching me. My fingers tremble as I pick up the dress. You notice and gently take the dress from me. "Are you nervous?" you ask as you help slide dress over my head. "No" I whisper. I turn so you can zip the dress up in the back. With my head tilted forward I feel your lips on the nape of my neck. Without even knowing I am doing it, I moan and press my back against you. "Please, Master" I whisper urgently, turning to press myself against you, my arms around your neck. "Don't make me go out like this. I can hardly think. I'm trembling all over. I need to cum!" You chuckle quietly and kiss my mouth. I breathe a sigh and slide my tongue between your lips. You wrap one arm around my waist and slip the other hand up my thigh and under my dress. I am aware of the feeling of my breasts pressed against your chest, of your arm holding me tight to your body, of you gently sucking on my tongue, making my mouth feel electric. Your other hand cups my pussy. You don't use your fingers yet, you slide the flat of your palm up my slit, putting a steady slow pressure as you go, spread my slippery lips as your hand moves. My breath is quick and my hips tilt toward your hand, my knees spreading slightly. I rise up onto my tiptoes in anticipation. When the tips of your fingers have reached my clit and you rub it in one slow circular motion, I can hardly breath. I want you inside me so badly, stretching me, filling me, drawing the orgasm out of me. I murmur a pleading sound into your mouth as I press my lips against yours. Then you do it. You dive two fingers into my dripping pussy. Deep and fast. I gasp, my head flung back, only your strong arm holding me to your body is keeping me from collapsing to the floor. My toes barely touch the ground. With your head pressed to my chest you push your fingers deep, deep into me. No pumping or stroking, just boring into the core of my desire.You begin to move your fingers deep inside me, kneading my gspot and I moan loudly, rocking my whole body as you holding me up. The steady rhythm of your kneading fingers is relentless. I feel an orgasm building like a tsunami. I am gasping and holding tightly to your neck as the tension builds more and more. The timber of my voice rises and my body begins to tense. My thighs, my stomach, my jaw, my arms. Everything in me is coiling like a tight spring. You lift your head and press your mouth to my cheek. You breath in slowly and say "Cum for me...now." With a cry, I explode, grasping your fingers with my pussy. My body bucks and my fingers dig into your shoulders. My pussy spasms as I convulse and gasp, my eyes tightly shut. All of me is orgasming at your command. I want to be in this moment of ecstasy forever. But after a short while the intensity begins to ebb. My breathing slows from desperate gasps to deep sighs of satisfaction. My body is vibrating from the power of the orgasm you have given. I feel a slight ache in the arch of my pointed feet. As you gently slide your fingers out of me, you place a lingering wet kiss on my throat. I am slightly dizzy and rest my head on your shoulder as I take a trembling breath. My senses are whirling and I don't trust myself to move without shaking. I can feel you smiling. I know I have pleased you. This makes my dizzier still. "Better?" you ask softly. I don't know how to answer, my ability to think has been washed away. "I'm not sure I can walk" I managed to reply. You smile again as you look into my eyes. "Well you must," you tell me, "because you have a pretty girl to find." You hold my hand to steady me as I slip on my heels and wobble ever so slightly to the door. I let out a deep sigh. "Thank you, Master" The Shower This was my first time writing a story, so feedback would be much appreciated. ***** Part I: Three Reasons My job is getting the hot water flowing and making sure the temperature is ok for our entrance; hers is getting in first and taking care of the fine tuning. I'm not really sure how this arrangement started, especially since it's her shower, but I know exactly why I stick with it. I pull my shirt off over my head as I follow her into the bathroom, and watch her do the same. Reason number 1: if she's getting in first, she's getting naked first. I turn on the water and watch her strip down. I am not talking about some showy strip tease, and believe me, she doesn't need to try to put on a show. Her movements are totally natural, totally unconscious, and totally sexy. Her body is everything I could ever want, and there is nothing better than watching her be herself. I am treated to an eyeful as I feel the water, and my blood, warming. When she catches my eye to ask if the water is ready, I am fully hard, and can see she is fully aware of the effect she has on me. I'm not sure which of us enjoys it more. She steps in, and lets out something between a sign of content and a moan of pleasure as the water hits her. From outside the shower, I can just picture the look and feel of the fine goosebumps the hot water raises on her skin as her body adjusts to the warm shower and still cool air. That sound, the anticipation of putting my hands on her warm, wet body, and the response I am expecting from her when I do are reason number 2. I take a moment to savor the thoughts and let my eyes run over her discarded clothes before I drop my pants and follow her in. She must have just finished dialing the temperature in, as she is still facing the front. She steps forward, letting the water wet her hair, and I am treated to the sight of it flowing over her back and shoulders and down her ass. She lets out a little shiver, which only improves the sight, and I move to embrace her. I press myself against her back, feeling her hot, slick flesh against me, and wrap myself around her. She folds her arms up over mine and melts against my body as I kiss her neck. The taste of her skin after a long day, the feeling every muscle in her body relaxing, and the smell that envelopes me, well, there is just nothing like it. There's that sigh/moan again. And that is reason 3. Part II: Patience I don't have a foot fetish, and neither does she; her feet are simply very sensitive in a way that is very pleasurable for her and, therefore, very pleasurable for me. This is why, as I hold her, I turn us around and guide her to sit on the on the rear ledge of the tub. I adjust the shower head to keep the warm water on her, and, reaching for soap and a wash cloth, kneel before her. I kiss the inside of one thigh and look up at her as I run the soap slowly up the other. With soap, cloth, and hands, I clean, massage, and tease my way down her legs. Upon reaching her ankles, I pause and look up to find her head tilted back, eyes closed, and hands on the wall over her head: my favorite view. So long as she was willing to slowly build her pleasure, I would do the same. Setting the soap aside, I work my way slowly back up her legs. Now, as the clean water washes away the soap, my mouth joins my hands. From leg to leg and back again, caressing, kissing, and licking, I work my way higher and higher. With a hand on each hip, I ask her if she could be patient a little while longer. She opens her eyes to look into mine, and nods. I smile, and, still smiling, kiss her. Sinking down slowly, I trail kisses down her neck, her chest, and her stomach. Here I deviate from her center, mouth to the right and hands to the left. "Not yet," I say, as much to myself as to her, as I descend past her hips and down her legs once more. This time, I do not stop short. Holding one foot down against the floor of the tub, I raise the other to my mouth. I trail my tongue down the inside of her ankle, between the bone and tendon, and give a gentle bite on the inside of her heel. Her enjoyment is clear, I hear her breathing change and begin to smell her musk in the warm, humid air. Turning her foot, my mouth moves slowly along her instep and up to the ball of her foot, gently but with a purpose. I slide my tongue up and into the gap between her first two toes, and her response indicates that my meaning is not lost on her. I pull her foot from my mouth, and, as I slide my hand up her leg to her hip, she places her foot on the side ledge of the tub. Eyes closed, she says my name, telling me she is ready. I draw her other foot up from the floor and wrap my hand over her instep, pressing my fingers firmly into the sole. With the edge of her foot planted on my shoulder, her legs naturally part as I lean forward. I feel one hand on the back of my head, and she says my name again. And again. She has no more need to be patient. The Shower This is my first erotic short story. A special thanks to Volunteer Editor WindySwimming for their time and expertise. ***** I slowly stepped into the shower, following an early morning jog and some stretching. Saturdays are a light exercise day, with Monday through Friday being more aggressive in my attempt to increase my level of conditioning rather than just maintain it. Sundays are a free day, left totally unscheduled ... well, at least in theory they are. I had a shower built on the rooftop of the building, an open air shower with the offset entrance and the top being left open, allowing for the feeling that I'm showering in the elements. I find it to be a wonderful sense of freedom being nude and outdoors. The shower had high stone walls and a stone floor, with an oversized shower head, designed and fabricated by a friend, that delivered water like a modest rainfall, wide enough for two to easily shower together. A long cedar bench allowed me to stretch out and listen to music and watch the clouds pass by, when time allowed. At night, when the fog rolled in, it would swirl through the entrance and out through the top. With the muted lighting it created somewhat of an ethereal world. The shower became as much a retreat to rebalance from the activities of the day as it was a place to cleanse my body. She would arrive in about ten minutes, so I had time to bring my heart rate down and relax for a moment - just feeling and listening to the water cascading over my body and hitting the stone floor. At this time, it was necessary for me to focus on my breathing and not on her showering with me within a few minutes. We enjoy a very uninhibited sensual relationship, and just the thought of us together would easily cause me to become aroused. She had requested that I be soft when she arrived. She likes to see it grow, to watch it become engorged and fully erect to the point that a bead of milky pre-cum would show itself and begin to slide down my shaft. I don't know if this desire is a fetish or not; it's just something that we both enjoy when we're intimate. Focusing on our breathing does block all of the random noise in our minds. An ancient Asian technique practiced for centuries but often overlooked in the west. It sounds easy enough, but in practice it becomes somewhat of a challenge. When my focus failed me and my mind drifted to her. I thought about other things; such as baseball, grilling a brisket, rotating the tires on my vehicle, anything to aid my efforts to remain soft. The security system sounded; the tone assigned to her was gentle, somewhat faint, and pleasant. It would take another few minutes before I'd hear the rooftop door open, close and her footsteps sounding on the stone path leading to the shower entry. The stepping stones themselves are surrounded by thyme which acts like ground cover. When the air moves just right the scent wafts from leaves crushed under foot. Of course, when she appears, our eyes don't meet as she's looking down to see if I've complied with her request, all in our playful manner. I watched as she slowly undressed. I could feel the change take place as she was watching - soft smooth fine skin, her breasts small but beautifully shaped, nipples just ever so slightly pointing up. By the time she slipped her finger tips into the waist of her panties, I stood nearly straight up and could feel my cock waver with each heartbeat. I watched the silver threads of her wetness break away as she lowered her panties. She slowly touched herself as if she were alone and masturbating to erotic thoughts. There was a reason for this pause before stepping in. She waited for my pre-cum to show itself. Finally smiling and looking into my eyes, she entered and while standing very close, reached down, gathered my pre-cum on her finger tip and brought it to her lips. We both enjoyed a long slow kiss. I liked feeling her soft full lips and her breath on my face. I liked tasting her. Every woman has her own special scent and taste. Our bodies pressed together, her nipples hard against my chest were in stark contrast to the softness of the flesh of her breast. I just barely could make out the texture of her areolas surrounding the hard nipples. My cock stood up between us, feeling noticeably hot. Long drawn out foreplay is typically part of our intimacy, nothing rushed, movements sometimes stronger, sometimes more powerful, but the moments together savored. I hadn't cum for three days. Another of her playful demands was that I be able to cum more than once and in volume. She loves to see it shoot out, the long white ribbons of fresh, pure white hot cum, or to feel it releasing inside of her, or to taste it, wherever our desires take us at the moment. We broke our kiss. She reached down, slid her finger up the length of my cock and brought her glistening finger to my lips. It's a taste that I like, faintly salty. I find it quite erotic when she feeds me my own juice. I gently turned and pressed her against the wet, smooth stone wall. The length of my cock now pushed into her ass' soft cheeks. It felt so good. I could stay there forever. But I was driven to satisfy her in other ways that morning. I slowly slid down her body until I knelt on the shower floor - such an erotic view from behind, the soft smooth skin and her tender pussy lips just peeking out. With my hands on her hips, I leaned forward and let my tongue find its way between her cheeks to rim her puckered, tight little anus. Instinctively, she pushed back wanting more. She loves me doing this to her. She tells me that I'm being "deliciously naughty". Again, the textures of her body, the soft smooth cheeks, the puckering, all I find intoxicating. I moved my hands from her hips to spread her cheeks fully exposing her. I brought the very tip on my tongue to her anus and pressed harder. A soft moan ... she expected more, wanted more. But I didn't give it to her then. I just continued to lightly lick her asshole while reaching through her legs to caress her clit with my finger tip. I could feel that her clit was already fully swollen, easy to pull on, to pinch lightly. When she's ready, as she was then, her clit is the size and shape of an eraser on a wooden pencil - just big enough for me to get a hold of with my lips and suck on. But that was for later. Right then I was enjoying other delicacies. I pulled back to look at her pussy. As expected, she was very wet and starting to open up. It looked like a beautiful flower blossoming. I needed her to be fully ready for my cock this time. I slowly stood up, still behind her and positioned the head of my cock at her opening. She pushed back and took the head in. Usually, I'll work it in slowly, but I had a surprise for her. In one slow, continuous upward motion, I thrust the entire length of my cock into her. She gasped in surprise and rose onto her tiptoes in an attempt to limit my entry. I imagine that standing on tiptoes for fifteen seconds in such a situation may have seemed much longer. Finally, she eased on down until only my balls were showing. With sensual rhythmic movements I began fucking her. I withdrew until the head of my cock just started to show and then thrust back in. I used my full length to ensure that both of us were being fully stimulated. I lost track of time. But when I saw one of her hands leave the stone wall and slide down to caress her clit, I knew that she was getting close. I moved in and out of her faster, now thrusting in with more force, my cum-filled balls slapping against her. I felt her first spasm, the beginning of her orgasm, her hot, wet cunt tightening around my cock. That was enough to trigger that deep feeling in my balls. At its peak it's on the threshold between pleasure and pain. I could actually feel my cum surging through the shaft of my cock and then its heat as it spilled into her cunt. I kept shooting with each thrust, and could now feel its warmth oozing out between us and coating my balls. It was as if her pussy was milking every drop of cum from my body. We finished at the same time. I kept buried in her. She likes that, my staying inside after cumming. We were both panting, hearts beating fast, enjoying that wonderful feeling of being fully spent after a shared orgasm. I'm not sure how much time had passed when I eased out of her. I was still hard. I squatted down, wanting to see the stream of fresh cum running down the inside of her thigh. I knew that I had released a lot into her. Even before looking, I could pick up the fresh scent of man cum in the air. I stood up, helped her to the cedar bench and laid her down. Then I sat on the stone floor next to her. We rarely speak at these times. We communicate, but only through our eyes, our touch, and our breathing. It would take some time for my cock to soften, and all the while the cum would be seeping out. She reached down and gathered some of my seed on her fingertip. I watched as she took it into her mouth. In time, we began to shower and wash each other. The touching was stimulating for us both, but we resisted the temptation. We wanted to enjoy the afterglow of our intimacy before starting again later in the day. The Shower I stop outside the bathroom door, feeling myself getting wet as I think about what's about to happen. I smile and open the door. The sound of the water in the shower gets louder as I step into the room and softly close the door. The shower curtain hides you from me...and vice versa. I quietly make my way up and peek around the edge of the curtain knowing what I'll find. You sit on the bottom of the tub, the water pounding over your neck and back. My body stirs at the sight and my breath catches as you look up and see me standing there. From this vantage point you can only see a strip of naked skin, so tantalizing and so you reach up and pull the curtain back to reveal more of me. I watch your penis enlarge as you take in the sight of me fully nude, my thighs glistening with my wetness. You rise up on your knees as I step into the tub. You close the curtain again and wrap your hands around my waist. I lift one leg up on the side of the tub and you bury your face into my mound, breathing in the scent. You then push my hips forward and dip your head down and lick me long and hard from the back of my vagina to my clit. My head goes back, eyes fluttering closed and a low moan escapes me. You seal your mouth over my clit and my legs start to shake. Your grip on my waist tightens to ensure I don't fall over. You make me cum once, hard and fast, my hips bucking against you fast but this only causes your tongue to flick over me more repeating the cycle. As I catch my breath, you lower my leg and turn me to the wall. You place my right leg over your left shoulder and then my left leg over your right shoulder and as I brace my back against the wall, you lift me up and then again dive into my cunt. You pin my forearms to the shower wall so you can keep your balance, but again, to soften my thrashing. As I convulse, I try not to crack my head against the wall but it's so hard to control myself as you keep making me cum. It's almost painful, but not quite. You balance that edge of pain and pleasure so beautifully. I reward your efforts by screaming your name. As I gulp in air, you lean back and slide me down the wall. I'm deep in the effects of afterglow, so I'm soft and pliable in your hands. You cradle me in your arms for a minute and kiss me, I taste my juices on your tongue and this sends another small shiver through my body. The water is still warm and our bodies are heated up from the foreplay. You smile at me and then lay me down on the bottom of the tub and raise my hips. You position yourself behind me and I feel your hard tip at my entrance. I moan and try to nudge myself backward to make you enter me, but your grip on my hips stops me. I growl my frustration and I hear your soft laugh; the laugh that all men can do when they know they're teasing a woman but won't satisfy her yet. It's purely masculine and makes me growl a bit more, but you make it turn into a moan as you finally, slowly, inch-by-inch insert yourself into me, stopping at the very end of yourself. My body constricts around you, and I convulse and you keep your hands firmly on my hips as I raise myself uncontrollably. Once the shuddering has subsided you pull yourself out again, ever so slowly. It's driving me crazy. Your cock is so hard inside my wet cunt, and you're completely encased inside of me. You pull out, almost to the very edge and then without warning, slam all the way back into me. My body rears up and I scream this time and then you don't hold back, slamming into me, making me cum over and over, the orgasms having no chance to finish before you give me another one. I hear your breath becoming shorter and faster, your thrusts doing the same and I know you're going to cum soon. I clamp around you knowing this and it pushes you over the edge, making you cum inside me. I can feel your cock pulse and I shiver and scream your name again. We collapse on the bottom of the tub, and small shivers still take me as your cock pulses a few more times as you fully spend yourself. The water pours down on us, but we don't mind as we curl up beside each other, content, warm and wet, letting the water wash us clean.