The two of them slept in. It had been a late night, and the day promised to stretch out before them. The extra sleep would do them both good. And the bliss of laying wrapped in each other's arms had its own attraction that was difficult to overcome. Tim opened a bleary eye to look at the clock and the glowing electric 11:12.
"Amy... you awake yet?" He whispered the words at the back of her head, in a voice just above audible. "Amy?"
There was still no response from the woman in his bed. He reached down to where he could slip into her pussy. He gently slid just his fingertip along the lines of her skin, barely touching the sensitive spots. She turned to open wider, though still seemed lost in her dreams. Tim wondered if she was dreaming the touches he gave her, so he whispered again "Let me take you to a place of unknown passion and glorious sensations. "
"Mmmmm yes... I'll follow you anywhere... " Her voice was distant and soft, reaching the miles between dreaming and waking. Tim pushed a little deeper and found her clit starting to stir beneath its hood. He rubbed it tenderly, up one side and down the other. She began moaning and enjoying the attention with an obvious pleasure.
"Come my flower, my precious rose... open to me... bloom for me. " His whisper in a French accent nearly started him laughing at his own mischief. Though she did part her legs further and raised her hips to meet his touch. Her eyes flickered beneath the lids, and her chest started rising and falling in a deeper rhythm. He leaned close to her ear and in words softer still he breathed "ready for the rest of your 24 hours?"
Her eyes opened instantly and she spun to face him. It took her a few tries of opening and closing her mouth before the words came out "You sure know how to take a girl form one extreme to the other, don't you... Sir. "
"And the extremes are still before us... rise and shine cupcake. "
Amy rolled out of bed and stood in her slave position at the foot of the bed. "How may I best please you this morning, Sir?"
"I think we both need a shower... I'm useless in the morning without one. "
Tim got out of bed and lead Amy by the hand to the bathroom. It was rather large, almost twice the size of any she had ever seen. The shower itself was a large tiled corner with two edges walled off with ascending glass bricks. It recessed in the floor about half a foot, and had a locker room shower in the middle; a seven-foot pole with a three foot ring at the top. As Tim adjust the knob, the ring began to shoot water down upon them.
Leading her to stand next to the shower pole, Tim then produced a pair of cuffs, and her secured he to the metal tube, unable to move escape the room or the water. Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed the heavy rain of the shower, the warm water whisking away the last remnants of the sweat and bubbles from last night. Tim started to lather soap on her shoulders and she gave herself over to the experience. The joy of having him rub the slick suds over her form was both relaxing and exhilarating at the same time.
Her revelry was broken when he leaned her forward and she heard another click. Amy tried to stand but found she was attached to something that prevented her from standing up again. Here she was, bent at the waist, exposed to Tim completely and no way to hide herself. Though he had seen her, and even had the toys in her last night, the feeling was different... more helpless, more vulnerable. He had captured her in a moment of unguarded relaxation and suddenly thrown her into openness she hadn't known. The anticipation and waiting for him built in the few second since she heard the click.
She could hear him walk away, and she turned to see his bare ass wander back to his room. He returned with a small box that he brought into the shower with him. He held it so she could see the contents, a large purple dildo, nearly 10 inches long and very thick, a tube of lube, and a string of beads... each larger than the next.
The water was still falling and coursing around her, as he opened the tube and began to apply the lubricant to her pussy and ass. She could feel the difference between gel and water... the gel being colder, slicker, not moving as the water did. She held her breath, as she looked at the two toys, and then glanced over at Tim's now erect cock, water splashing around it, causing it to glisten. She wondered what would go where and would he finally fuck her like she wanted.
He leaned over her, wrapping his arm around her waist as he positioned the phony phallus at her opened lips. He touched the tip to her flesh, and she flinched. He adjusted to align it properly, and now Amy could flex her hips and allow the plastic to enter, pressing against her walls, stretching her as it slides in. She gasped as she was filled gradually and slowly. He finally had more in her than she herself though capable of accepting, and she panted, as she was amazed at how full she felt. It was then that she realized that Tim hadn't spoken a word since entering the shower... his silence eerily uncomfortable.
"Tim? Tim?" Her voice trembled and echoed off the walls. He merely pressed a finger to her lips and then traced it along her neck to her shoulders and hips. The others joined his fingertip, then his palm was flat on her ass. He gently spread the mounds apart and laid the string of beads on the edge of her opening. She could feel him positioning himself behind her, and placing his cock against the bead. He presses against her, pushing the bead in as he pops in behind her. She gasped roughly as he slid out, but then he again lined up a bead and tenderly inserted it with his member. After the third bead, she was more relaxed at the process and she could take them in more quickly. All total she counted six beads, but she wondered how many total there were.
She lifted her face, craning back to let the water splash her face. She needed the reminder of where she was and what she was doing. She loved the feel of him being inside her ass. And now with beads and dildo in both holes, she anticipated him moving around to stick himself in her mouth. Instead he quickly pulled the dildo out, causing her to draw in a deep breath, feeling suddenly empty, then she felt him slide his cock in, with equally speed and lack of delicacy. She could feel the difference, he was not nearly the size of the oversized toy, but his entrance made a more impacting sensation. He was warm where it was cold. He was pulsing, subtly, not vibrating or moving, but she could feel his pulse, his heartbeat even in the vein of his cock. She felt his hips placed squarely against her cheeks, his hands at her hips, his feet brushed against her own.
He held still within her for a moment, as if gathering his concentration. Shifting his weight, she felt the movement exaggerated within her. Then in small twitches at first, he began moving in and out. The sound of the water drowning out their breathing, the random splashes the only sound she heard. A few seconds and his movements had increased into more of the fucking she had longed for. She moaned, and tried squeezing his shaft with her muscles. As she did so, she found she was squeezing the beads in her ass, which sent ripples of excitement colliding between the two holes and cascading outwards through the rest of her body.
Finally she called out "oh god!" no longer able to keep silent. Tim responded with his own grunt and began thrusting harder. Both them now gave voice to the feelings of climax and release. Amy felt her body quiver with her orgasm and she grasped the pole to hold herself up. Tim continued thrusting, using all he could to press within her. He too came, and she felt him release inside of her, adding a new heat to her burning walls.
They stood there for the eternity of a few moments, each catching their breath and letting the tension flow away like the water down the drain. Tim eventually fell out of her pussy, and the n he placed one hand on the small of her back. He said hoarsely "I'm going to take the beads out now. "
Amy was surprised, she had almost forgotten them, and his mention of them made her suddenly aware of their presence again. "Just relax Amy. Let them fall out. " He was gentle and reassuring keeping the contact of his hand on her back at all times. She felt them exit and the heard the faint pop as each Tim eased each one out at a time. As the last one came out, she breathed a long sigh and just stood, in her bent of over posture trying to compose herself.
