Armistice,
This is an oldie but a goody. Why do I feel the need to share these things with you? Maybe it’s that it’s pouring rain today. Maybe it’s because you just sent me an incredibly hot story about us in the shower. Maybe it’s because you just offered to help me change my shower head if I let you watch me do what I do with it. I don’t know, but here’s one of my older adult fantasies. Enjoy…
Thank God for my shower room. It is incredible. It truly is a room, about the size of a large apartment bedroom, with a high ceiling. The walls and floor are a mosaic of black, gray, and copper slate. It’s my own private grotto. There are shower heads of all sorts lining the walls. There is no curtain, nothing at all to hide you should someone walk in.
When the lights went out I knew I would not be alone for long. I continued showering in the dark, waiting. Just when you think you can’t get any wetter. The thought of the unknown hands that would soon be upon me got my juices flowing. A moan escaped my lips. I quivered with anticipation. Then I felt him in front of me. It was so dark I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open, but I could feel him there. He was just inches away from me. Even with the hot water coursing down my body I swear I could feel his heat.
I hesitated for just a moment, expecting groping hands, but he stayed put. I resumed showering, wondering if he could see anything. I tilted my head back in the water from the shower head I was standing under then turned around for some shower gel. I heard him sigh when the pear vanilla scent hit him. Empowered, I ran the sponge all over myself, kept the hot water running over me.
From head to toe I cleaned myself, aware I was being watched, wondering how much he was seeing. And still he did not touch me. I wondered how much he could take. How far could I go before he snapped? Feeling devilish I reached for the shower head. I rinsed my hair thoroughly first, then adjusted the stream to massage my shoulders. My back still to him I brought the shower head around to my front. As the strong, steady streams of water hit my nipple, I moaned. My back arched slightly and I moaned again when the water hit my other nipple.
There was a moment of embarrassment when I realized what I was about to do. People came and went at the house. I had no idea who was around. My shower room was large and, at the moment, pitch dark. For all I knew the man standing inches behind me was not the only person in the room. I didn’t care. And I was curious about whether or not doing this would relieve tension or intensify it.
Teasing myself with the water, I slowly ran it down my body, enjoying the warmth on my belly, my hips, my thighs. Everywhere but where I wanted it most. And still he did not touch me. I could hear him breathing behind me. I thought he was getting closer. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pointed the water between my legs, gasping as it stung my lips, my clit.
My back arched more sharply. All my muscles clenched more sharply. It didn’t take long. I had already been so excited. I could feel the warm tingling start within me and spread outward. My cries echoed around the wet, stone room, and I heard a broken moan behind me.
It all happened so fast. The water was still on my clit. When he grabbed my hips and bent me over I was still cumming. My cries turned to screams as he slammed his dick all the way into me. His dick hitting my spot while the water was hitting my clit was too much. My orgasm finished almost painfully, and you slid out of me. I was too in my head to understand what was happening. I was being turned around. Hands under my arms were lowering me to the floor.
A hand in my hair kept me from going any further than my knees. The stone bit into my flesh, but not too painfully. There was something pushing against my mouth, trying to part my lips. I instinctively kissed it. It was firm but petal soft against my lips. My tongue flicked at its head. I could taste myself. It made me want more. My hands went to his hips and I took him slowly into my mouth. My tongue stroked around and around the head as I sucked increasingly harder. Even as his breathing changed, telling me he was enjoying himself, his hands in my hair pulled me back up to stand before him.
Passionate lips crushed against mine. Tongues played, teasing each other. Teeth nipped at lips, as I was backed slowly against the slate wall. At last I could feel his body. Mmm, the heat of it. The steam in the room. The fine spray of water coming from shower heads above, plastering my hair to my shoulders and back. The hand reaching for my knee, lifting my leg to his hip. The feel of his shoulders as I braced my arms on them so I could lift my other leg. The small of my back being beaten against the stone as he pulled me onto him. The thrust of his hips against my ass as his dick slammed into me again and again. My shocked cry as I came again, hard. His groan as he emptied himself into me. And finally we sank to the stone floor, for the moment sated.
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