3 comments/ 56684 views/ 3 favorites My Shower By: TheForgottenPrincess do you ever wonder what goes on in my shower? do you wonder why i always take a shower at night? perhaps i should take a few moments and let you in . . . but only if you are interested. .. are you? okay, you are still reading, so i will take that as a yes. i have one of those fancy rubbermaid chairs in my shower. i even have my tub pillow securely suctioned to the back of the chair, making it so much more comfortable. my shower time has to be the only time i have that is totally uninterrupted by anything. . .phone, friends, animals, etc. usually i have the music loud enough i can hear it in the bathroom. tonight, i don't care if i can hear it or not. i just can't wait to get undressed, then get into the hot water. i let the water run for a few minutes, while i finish undressing. i run into the washroom sans my clothes, to grab a couple of towels. i pet a dog or two, then push the door to behind me as i go back into the bathroom. it is good and hot in the small room, and i am ready to get into my little piece of heaven. i check the water, adjusting it back to cool a tiny bit. i never bother to hang up the shower head-- it is forever dangling down, shooting its spray directly into the wall. every night i get into the shower, i keep thinking about how the whole bathroom needs to be redone. oh well. not tonight. i don't sit down immediately. instead, i pick up the shower head, and soak myself. i search through the infinite number of "products" i have in the shower-- what soap do i want to use? where is the one for my face? and what shampoo do i want? am i going to use the deep conditioner on my hair tonight? do i want to use the loofah, the exfoliator pad, or the pouf? and which pouf, since my system of matching the product up to the color pouf was blown to hell with my last health and beauty product shopping trip! i decide to use the washcloth to get rid of the makeup. then i decide on which shampoo i want to use, squirting it on my head. i use my "hair massager" thingy to build up lots of lather. i even grab my shower mirror, so i can see i look like an oversized q-tip! i then use all the icky anti-acne stuff the doctor has me use; giving me time to select the body soap. I choose the ripe raspberry stuff. i squirt it all over a pouf. i work the pouf all over my body. i start with my right arm, then the left. i suds up my neck, back, breasts, stomach, ass, legs. . .i quickly run the razor over my pie, so it will stay hairless. as i stand there a sudsy mess, i rinse the shampoo out of my hair. i have to search for the fancy deep conditioner. this stuff is thick like mayonnaise. i scoop it out of the jar, and slop it on my head. i massage it on my hair, making sure i coat all of it. the instructions say to leave the gooey stuff on my hair for 10 to 15 minutes. cool, i think, i'll just sit and relax. i sit in my chair, relaxing. i put my feet up on the wall in front of me. i am still soapy, and my nipples are sticking out, hard like little excited cocks. i pick up the shower head, and rinse all of the soap off of my body. odd, i think, for my nipples to be hard. perhaps i am thinking about you??? i enjoy the way the water feels on me, taking the path of least resistance down my body towards its ultimate goal of the drain. since i didn't bring my timer into the shower with me, i have no idea how long i have had the conditioner on my head. oh well. i figure i will just have to entertain myself, until i can rinse the stuff off! i change the shower head to "pulsating massage." oh yeah-- do you get the feeling i am about to do something very naughty??? i push my feet higher up on the shower wall, sliding my ass down in the chair. in fact, i have positioned myself where my ass is hanging off of the end of the chair, and my legs are responsible for keeping me from falling on the shower floor. my head is resting comfortably on the pillow. i am sure i look uncomfortable. but i am not. i slide my right hand down to my pussy. i open up myself, appreciating the slickness of my own juices. how can i tell, in all that water, you wonder? fear not, i can. my juice has a slippery feel, kind of like oil. i slip my middle finger into me, exploring the wetness. i pull my finger out, and tickle my clit. doing so makes my ass tingle. . .i let my legs fall completely open. now i am ready for the water. i hold my pussy lips open, as i aim the shower head at my pussy. the first stream of water causes me to jump. i look down, only to be greeted by even harder nipples! oh my, i think. i reposition my hand on my pussy, making sure to hold it wide open! i aim the water at my clit. the water crashes hard on my clit, rhythmically pounding me. this makes me gasp. such intensity i can hardly endure! i control all of the shots, but i refuse to give my clit any kind of so-called break! my hips and ass are wiggling wildly after just a few moments with the shower head. i know i am on the verge of a fantastic orgasm! so close, so close. . . i quicky move the shower head away from my pussy. denied! now i am really hot. i let go of my pussy, then i drop the shower head. i massage my nipples, rolling them between my fingernails, feeling them swell with pleasure. i slip my left hand back down to my ravenous pussy. my clit is swollen, my pussy is engorged with desire. i start to use my hand to finger myself. all the while, i use my right hand on my nipples. i gently rub my clit with my index finger. i am feeling rather "frisky," so i flick my clit between my index fingernail and the pad of my middle finger. i've always referred to this little move as "triggering," because it doesn't take a lot of this to make me want to cum. all the while i am self-pleasuring myself, i am thinking very nasty thoughts. i am thinking how much fun it would be to screw at the Royal Gorge. . .how much fun it would be to fuck in an elevator. . .how totally bad it would be to fuck in the confessional. . .my, oh my, i am a nasty girl! i move my right hand back down to my pussy. i am still 'triggering" myself. i slip my middle finger back into my pussy. i press forward, towards my tummy, stroking myself. this move, coupled with what i am making my clit cope with, sends waves of pleasure through me. i can best describe it as having hot butter poured through me. . .so sensual! i know i have started to cum. . .i quickly stop everything again, denying myself the release i desperately want! i take a few seconds to catch my breath. i realize i am breathing heavy. i close my legs, squeezing my clit up against the fleshy lips of my pussy. with my legs closed tight, i can squirm just a bit, causing more excitement for my horny little clit. i reach down for the shower head again. i decide i want even more intense stimulation, so i unscrew the head off of the hose. i am left with a nice stream of pounding water. i think you know what i am going to do with this stream of water. so, there is no need for me to describe it for you, now is there? i let my legs fall open again. i hold my pussy open with my right hand, as i use my left hand to guide the hard stream of water over my clit. i flick the water up and down over my clit. this makes my ass move, and nipples rock hard again. i know there is no way to stop what is going to happen, what i want to happen. . .i keep flicking the water up and down over my clit. . .i am breathing hard. i look at my breasts, moving up and down quickly with the fevered anticipation of a body on the verge of an orgasm. i concentrate on the water, on the feelings deep inside of me. then it happens. . .i cum, and cum hard! i keep the water on my clit, driving myself even harder, causing myself to cum a couple more times! i finally have to drop the hose, for i am quickly making myself exhausted. i can still feel the tingle in my pussy. . .i think i even cried out! i slide myself back up into the proper sitting position. i reach down, pick up the shower head, then screw it back onto the hose. as i rinse the the conditioner out of my hair, i wonder if any of my neighboors have water bills as high as mine? My Shower Dream About... You arrived at the hotel room to find me the shower, washing my body and letting the hot water trickle all down me. You watched me for several minutes through the glass of the shower door. The radio was on and the music covered the sound of your entry. I was washing my hair and my eyes were closed for a few moments as I enjoyed the lather running down my body. You continued to watch me until you couldn't wait any longer and had to have me...right then...hard and fast, and forcefully. You opened the glass door of the shower, much to my surprise. I knew it was you but was still shocked. You weren't supposed to be there for another hour or so. I guess you flew your F-15 Eagle as fast as it would go. I took a few seconds to take in the sight of you in your uniform, and I immediately felt little quivers deep within my pussy. You took me in your arms and picked me up. I told you to put you down and you simply said "No." I hit you on the shoulder playfully to let you know that I wanted to finish my shower. You laid me on the bed and took out several silk scarves that were draped over the edge of my bag. Without saying a word, you took a hold of my arms and tied my hands over my head, then tied them to the headboard. Then with my arms tied you took two more silk scarves and tied my legs, spread open, allowing you to do to me whatever you wanted to do. You climbed on the bed between my legs and grinned at me. You leaned down and started to lick around my knees and slowly worked your way higher...higher...and higher to my thighs. You then passed over my wet lips grazing your mouth over them ever so briefly. You started to kiss my tummy and chest, moving slowly up to my neck. You kissed my mouth, and we kissed hard and deep. You took out another piece of silk and blindfolded me, then you kissed me full on the mouth again. Our tongues intertwined pushing against each other's tongue, probing, feeling. You kissed me on my neck again, and began to move downwards to my nipples. You kissed lightly at first, then started to suck and bite a little bit. You reached a finger down to my wet pussy and fingered my clit just a bit while you sucked on my nipples. You paused for a moment and admired my breasts...so nice and full and sexy. Aching to touch you, I tried to move my hands but they were still tied to the headboard. I arched my back in response to your finger inside my wet pussy and you could feel my g-spot swell with desire. You kissed lower and lower to my tummy and my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider for you...ready for you to lick my clit and silky smooth pussy lips. You licked just for a moment, just enough for you to want more and then continued down my thighs and calves. You massaged and rubbed my legs for a bit, working the muscles and kissing every so often. You were trying to make me hot and ready for fucking...and it was working. You worked your way up again, kissing and licking. You grabbed yet another silk scarf and ever so lightly traced one of the corners across my tummy. This tickled and made me moan for more pleasure. You took the silk and grabbed a nipple, teased it, tickled me, and traced your fingers across my body with the silk in your hand. As I was tied and blindfolded, I couldn't do anything but lay back and enjoy the pure pleasure of you wanting to make me cum in a huge orgasm. You saw the smile across my face as I had no choice but to let you play with my body. You kept this up for a while longer making my entire body tremble with desire. You could tell I was getting ready for my wet pussy to be licked and fucked. You slowly worked your way down my body, over my nipples, my tummy, my thighs. You put the scarf down and started to lick and kiss my legs and upper thighs... "Play time is over", you whispered to me. I just smiled knowing that you were going to fuck me, and fuck me hard. "Make my pussy cum for you Baby," is all I could say. You buried your tongue in my pussy, licking and sucking on me. You finger fucked my pussy hard while you licked my clit again and again...long hard stokes all along the length of my pussy up to my swollen clit, up and down, again and again you licked the length of my pussy. You put two fingers inside my now drenched pussy, fingered me hard and licked my clit at the same time. You moved your other hand to my left nipple and started to massage it with little circles. All of this stimulation was starting to make me moan and cry out with desire. "Fuck me...I want your cock" I said to you. You continued to ignore my begging, and you licked harder and faster, knowing you would make me cum on your face. You could tell I was close, my breathing hard and shallow. You knew I was ready to cum. You stopped licking and fingering me just as I was on the brink of cuming, and I cried out, "Don't stop now!!" I felt the bed move and heard the zipper going down on your pants. I knew I was finally going to get what I had waited for months to have from you. You climbed back on the bed and I knew were going to fuck me as you moved in between my legs and touched the head of your hard cock to my wet juicy lips. You teased me with the head, sliding it just barely inside me. I moved my hips as much as I could, wanting you to fuck me. I tried to move my hands and grab your ass to force you into me, but I was still tied up to the headboard. I begged you again, "Please stop teasing me and fuck me!!" You just smiled to yourself and leaned up, not touching me at all, making me guess what you were going to do next. I knew you wouldn't be able to wait much longer, and smiled. You immediately saw my smile and knew the teasing was over and we were going to fuck hard and fast. You slid your hard cock into my willing pussy, all the way in until you could go no deeper. I was more than ready for you and moved my hips to take you in. Again and again you slid in and out and fucked me, making my juices flow...the sweet smell of sex heavy in the air and my pussy was wet and hot. Your cock glistened with my wetness and you easily slid into me. You leaned down and started to kiss me while we fucked, our tongues hungry for each other. All of the teasing had made me as hot as it has made you. You could feel my pussy tighten up around your cock as I started to cum in waves of pleasure. My pussy spasmed and contracted on your cock as I came and moaned, "I'm cuming!!!! Fuck me, fuck me!!!!!" This was too much for you as you started to feel the pressure build up in your cock. You knew you were going to cum. As I couldn't see you because of the blindfold, I could still tell by the head of your cock swelling that you were going to cum. I told you, "Yes, yes...cum inside of me! Fill up my pussy with your hot cum!" I knew you liked it when I talked to you like that, and that it always puts you over the edge. I heard you moan, a deep and guttural moan as your cock erupted deep inside me filling up my wet pussy. There was so much of your cum combined with mine, that it slowly started to drip out of me while your cock was still throbbing inside of me. You laid on top of me for a moment while I milked your cock with my pussy. This made you moan and shake as it felt too good to explain. My cum mixed with yours, how exquisite. After a few moments, you untied my legs and arms, but left the blindfold on. You took me in your arms back to the shower. You looked down and see the cum dripping out of my pussy lips...mmmm so sexy to see that. You turned the shower back on to get it warm for us and only then took off my blindfold. You stood beneath the water with me, and we slowed bathed each other, taking our time, kissing and caressing each other lovingly. My Shower Fantasy I am on an overnight business trip to another city, and I visit a health club I have never been to before. I arrive just a few minutes after the club opens in the early morning and I appear to be the only customer. I change into my kit and go to the fitness room, where I see I am not quite the only user. At the far end is a man who looks Russian to me, with short-cut very blond hair, prominent cheekbones, a big square jaw, and hard, cold eyes, which he turns momentarily on me as I enter, before dismissing me as irrelevant. He is a huge guy, probably six inches taller than my five feet ten inches, and built like a granite wall, with a barrel chest, massive biceps and thighs, and shoulders as wide as a bus. He is pumping fearsome weights, which clang throughout the room as he powers them up and down, each exhalation an explosion of breath. He looks perhaps ten years younger than my 38. (To complete the picture of me, I am pale and slim but well-toned, with neatly cut dark brown hair and a small moustache, an accountant by trade, and I have been happily married for 13 years.) I don the earphones of my MP3 player and knock out a few miles on the treadmill and cycle before returning to the changing room to prepare for my working day. As I leave the fitness room I notice the other occupant also left at some point. As I enter the changing room he is sitting on the bench on the other side of the room to mine, head hung and hands clasped, naked, his knees and feet wide apart. His pale body glows pink with the effort he put in on the weights and is covered in a light sheen of sweat. For reasons even I don't understand I find it difficult to drag my eyes away from this mountain of muscle, a large yellow bush springing from his groin above his long, thick cock. He sits upright on the bench and I realise he has noticed me staring. Feeling myself blush deeply, I turn to my own bench, strip off my sweaty gym gear and scuttle in embarrassment to the showers. Pulling the plastic curtain across the entrance to my shower cubicle I try to forget my humiliation as I stand under the steaming torrent of water, face upturned, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of it stinging my body. I am just about to reach for the wall-mounted liquid soap dispenser when I hear the curtain swish behind me. Before I can turn round a tree trunk arm reaches around my upper body, jerking me back onto an iron-hard chest. As I gasp in shock another big arm reaches past me and squeezes out some soap into the palm of his hand. He then switches the arm around me and soaps the other hand. Then, still holding me to him in a grip of steel, he begins to soap my chest, massaging my nipples as he does so. I struggle to escape but it is useless, he is far stronger than I. I feel too physically intimidated to cry out for help, even if there was anyone else around; I am also a little winded from the force with which he jerked me back onto him. As he soaps me I can feel his swelling cock rubbing against my slim buttocks, slick with water. His other hand drops down my body and, now terrified, I gasp, "Please, no," as the enormous mitt closes firmly round my own dick and starts to firmly stroke up and down it, lubricated by soap. I feel horror at what this huge man is doing to me; but despite myself, my body reacts of its own volition, and my cock begins to stiffen in his massaging hand. After a minute or so of this he releases my semi-erect prick and a moment later I jump as I feel one of his big fingers worming between my bum cheeks and into me, spreading liquid soap around. Close to panic at what I guess must be to follow I try futilely to escape again; then, sure enough, his finger pulls out of my arse and a moment later IO feel a burning pain between my cheeks as he thrusts his massive engorged cock inside me. His hands grasping my hips, he begins to fuck me with a quick, ragged action. I whimper with each forward stroke and brace myself with my hands tightly gripping the shower pipes. Despite the horror I still feel at being so violated, I become aware of another feeling growing inside me: a warmth of arousal radiating through my torso, and my belly churning with excitement. It feels as if my arse is relaxing to accommodate him, and rather than pain I begin to feel an almost pleasant sensation as his thrusts become smoother and a little deeper. Before long he gives a huge groan and I feel him jerk inside me and a new warmth fills my anal cavity as he shoots his load. I slump forward, my forehead resting on my arm, assuming that now he is sated he will depart. But he is not finished with me yet; with a new shock I feel him grip my hips again and spin me round to face him. He is crouching before me, and to my astonishment he leans into my body and takes my prick between his thick lips. My cock is a good six inches long but he easily takes the full length into his mouth, then begins slide his lips back and forward along it. It is a long time since my wife gave me a blowjob, but she was never this skilled at it. I gaze down in astonishment at the enormous big blond head of this stranger nestled at my groin as he eats my dick. As I feel my orgasm approaching I screw my eyes tightly shut and grip his powerful shoulders. I groan "I'm cumming" and he continues to suck me, his hands tightly clenched around my buttocks, holding me to him as my hips push at him and, with a sigh, I spend into his mouth. I slump back again, the water splashing on my face. He rises and towers over me, a slight smile playing about his lips. He takes my jaw in one big paw, lowers my face to his and forcefully kisses me, his tongue, still coated with my jizz, surging into my mouth. Then he is gone. I rest dazedly against the tiled wall of the shower for a few minutes then, feeling weak, I wash my body. When I emerge from the shower he is gone. I have never had any form of sexual relationship with another man, and I have yet to pluck up the courage to go a gay gym or club to try and investigate this strange fixation further; but alone in the privacy of my bathroom, my Russian lover has given me many moments of ecstasy.