Standing in the hot shower with one arm outstretched in front of her, hand against the cold tiles for support as water ran over her body Jess had never felt so complete in all her life. She had had men spoil her with flowers even a bed of roses before, slow passionate love making but none of that compared to the utter fulfilment of losing control and being properly fucked. The water stung as it hit the skin of her freshly spanked and fucked ass. What had happened the night before left her feeling alive like she never had felt before.
Through the hot steam of the shower she could see the silhouette of her lover approaching, he opened the shower door, his semi rigid meaty cock swaying as he moved. "Mind if I join you?" He asked ask he stepped inside without waiting for a response.
She stepped back a little to allow him space under the shower. The water ran over his head, neck and shoulders and down his body causing it to glisten. She admired the way the body naturally funnelled water into his groin, natures ways of ensuring the important parts are kept clean she thought before getting transfixed on the water funnelling off the end of his cock.
She heard him chuckle; "if you're going to stare at it the least you could do is help clean it" as he's squirted body wash on his well defined chest and let it Wash down over his abs to her favourite part of his body. Subconsciously her hands came up and cupped his shaft and balls, she slowly stroked him admiring how well it responded to her touch.
He lathered more soap on his hands before rubbing it into her shoulders and exploring her tight toned body. It was his turn to admire how her skin glistened as his fingers caressed her all the while she slowly stroked his now rock hard cock.
He cupped her breast, felt the hardness of her nipple in his palm before gently grazing his hand across it.
Tiny bolts of electricity ran from her nipple through her body as he did this, her pussy had become dripping wet and it wasn't coming from the shower. He spun her around pushed her against the cold tiles, her left hand was guided to the tiles above her head, her right hand not wanting to let go of the meaty cock she instinctively continued to stroke it behind her back. Her nipples grazed over the cold tiles, the combination of arousal and the cold tiles making them even harder. He pinched her right nipple hard enough to be a little painful, but not hard enough for her to want him to stop. With both hands on the wall now She arched her back pushing her breast into his hand and simultaneously pushing her ass back toward his cock.
