The Shower

Author's Note: This is #2 in the Helena series, and I must always give tribute to my friend "Helena", a beautiful lady here on Lit who has become my muse and my friend in the last couple of years.

I never thought I'd see the day that I'd choose toast over titties! I really AM hungry, but I really only do it to tease you. I do toy with the idea of smearing the butter on your nipples, just to suck it off, but instead, I decide to draw things out.

After we finish our toast and tea, we lay there for a while, talking about misplaced crumbs and the best way to retrieve them, but mostly just enjoying the feel of being together like this. So peaceful, so...right.

After a while, though, a thought penetrates through the relaxing haze: I need a shower! I realize I'm sticky in...places...from all of our activities last night and this morning. Without explanation, I rise to a sitting position, pulling you up with me. I stand, and pick you up again, although this time I do a more traditional way, one arm under your knees, the other behind your lower back. Your arm goes instinctively around my shoulders, or at least part of the way.

It is only about ten steps to our destination, but it is well worth the effort, just to see the look in your eyes. I stop and set you down on your feet. I stand up, and lean down to kiss you. Then, I turn you around to face what looks like an opening to a hallway.

One of my favorite features about this place is this shower. It is about 5 feet wide by 10 feet long, with marble walls. The floor is marble along the walls, but has a textured center to give you safe footing. Along one wall, there is a bench, about 2 feet tall, large enough to sit on comfortably. All of this is beautiful, but it isn't what makes this shower such a sweet haven.

Along the wall, from about calf level to head height (mine, not yours!) are spray nozzles on each wall; 4 sets of them on each side, in fact. The result is that you get soaked without any singular pressure. When the water temperature is set to warm, it is not unlike being immersed in a bath. There is no better way to bathe. Touching a few buttons just outside the wet zone, the shower comes to life, creating a cloud of warm mist. Fortunately, the shower is fueled by a dedicated 100-gallon hot water heater.

I can see your eyes and mouth standing open as you take it all in. Your eyes open even wider as you register a light sting, this time coming with a handprint on the other cheek of that gorgeous ass.

"In you go, Miss!" I say in a really, really bad English accent. You turn your face towards me, one eyebrow cocked as if to challenge my cheekiness in spanking your butt. I pretend not to register it, and my hand at the bottom of your back nudges you forward. I follow you in to the mist. WIthin moments of entering the cloud, you are immersed in a new type of pleasure.

Standing behind you, I reach over and draw two handfuls of body wash from the dispenser on the wall. I begin to lather your shoulders and back, making circles of lather as I go. I work my way down, stopping at one point to reload soap before I reach down and intimately lather that derriere I've been lusting after, sliding my soapy fingers up and down that sweet crack, even teasing momentarily at your hole, but sliding off before you could register a protest.j

Loading up my hands again, I reach around you, now soaping your breasts; circles again, drawing closer to your nipples, which I finally reach, squeezing them lightly as I slide them between my fingers. More soap, and then I work my way down, spending an inordinate amount of time in your pubic hair, then carefully sliding down, fingers on either side of your pussy. I think I perceive just a little bit of pressure from you against my fingers...but I could be mistaken...?

Drawing a couple of final handfuls of soap, I work my way down your legs, and crouched behind you, your beautiful butt in my face, I can not help but plant kisses on either side, and only barely refrain from planting a little bite on one side. There's always time later, I figure.

You're not done yet, of course: With one hand, I draw shampoo from the other dispenser, which I begin to gently massage into your hair. I find this is one of the most intimate, loving acts for some women, and judging from your low moan, I can tell you're enjoying it. I gently pull your head back just a little, and rinse it. For a minute or three, I just hold you against me, enjoying the closeness.

Finally, you take half a step forward, then turn around and look at me.

"I suppose you'll be wanting a bit of washing, too, then?" you ask.

"Well, I did give my geisha girl the day off, so..."

Helena: It's like walking into a warm misty morning and I can feel you behind me, I turn towards you with jets of water raining down from all directions and we kiss, a long slow kiss, my arms reaching up around your neck and holding on.

When the kiss breaks you reach behind and load your hands up with shower gel, you turn me around without saying anything and you begin to lather my shoulders and back, a soapy massage, I moan within seconds. All I actually want to do is fuck you or you fuck me or both or all...... but no, I need to just take a breath and calm myself, enjoying the rush of new sensations.

You make your way down to my ass, I know you're an ass man and you linger, your hands and fingers make me shiver, I hear your breathing getting heavier too. Your fingers tease, they linger just long enough for me to react and then then they move on and find the next button to press.

I want you to take me now, I don't mind how but the tingles are electric and I can hardly find breath and it's not the water which is causing the problem. But no, you know what's happening and you'll make me endure your sweet form of torture, I can't see you but I'm pretty sure you're inwardly smiling at my reactions to your touch.[/quote]

You turn me around, the water streams from your lowered head over my tits, we kiss and you begin your magic on my front, my breasts, there's enough to fill your hands... my stomach and once between my legs I can't help but push myself harder into you but you don't lose your focus. You spend a long time, it seemed like a very long time with your hands between my legs, I really want to hold your cock, I want to guide you into me but you are keeping yourself just out of my reach. I can see you're hard, if I could form a thought I'd be frustrated but my thoughts are limited and long, quiet moans are as much as I can manage and I'm really trying to keep it together.

Your hands on my head, shampooing my hair is enough to make me shake, my legs are weakening, I move backward to the bench and push my head into your stomach as you stand in front of me. The flow of water rinses the suds away and there you are in all your glory stood in front of me.

I look up at you, hardly able to breath, after a large intake of breath I smile and tell you that it's my turn, it has to be my turn - and you are within touching distance

i reach for the gel and lather my hands, it smells good. I should start from the top and work down or the bottom and work up but I'm way to focused on your cock - you pull me up and we kiss, my soapy hands glide easily down your sides to your cock. I hold it in my hands, both hands, one either side and stoke you. Both hands in sync, slow but firm strokes. As both hands reach your balls I take them in my hands, normally delicious places are even more delicious with bubbles........ all I can think about is how much I want you.

My hands work their way back to your cock, you moan as my thumbs work small circles around the tip, you moan more when they work their way to your frenulum. I sit on the bench and work on that area, the idea of soap and washing is forgotten, I'm just wrapped up in you now.

Your cock is in front of me and I look up at you, your eyes are closed and I smile, I'm happy. I take you into my mouth, all of you, my hands on your thighs, I work my head and my tongue around your cock and I'm lost in it. The hot water is still drenching us but I hardly notice, your hands hold my head, I don't want you to cum yet, there's no urgency... lets just enjoy the moments whilst we have them.

John: You release my cock from your mouth at just the moment I am fighting the urge to tighten my grip on your head and push myself over the edge in straight into your stomach.

I open my eyes, a low growl already rumbling up from my pit. I look down and see those eyes, that smile, and the bear in me reaches the end of his chain. You're not stopping, you just want more. I pull you up my body, relishing the feel of your pebble-tipped tits as they dig trails up my torso.

Part of me wants to pick you up,wrap your legs around me, and take you standing up against the wall. I decide against that, though. The floor along the sides is marble, and balance would be precarious at best. Well, that and the fact that I'm not 20 years old.

So, instead, I turn you around and steer you towards the bench. I put just a bit of downward pressure on your shoulders, and you drop down to your knees. Coming down behind you, I put a hand between your shoulder blades, bending you over the bench, your sexy ass sticking out at me. I run my fingers beneath, and slide first one, then two fingers into the slick, tight tunnel I find. With the other hand, I stroke my cock a couple of times, then line it up, nudging it's way between those slick lips. Once I am in place, I put my hands on your hips and shove myself into you, drawing a cry from your lips.

Later, I will dote on you in bed, taking care to give you orgasm after orgasm, caressing and kissing every inch of you.

But not now. Right now, I am overcome with the urge to just fuck you, to take my pleasure in your vulnerable body. After just a few moments, I begin to stroke harder and faster, making your ass shake at each driving thrust. One hand clutches your hair, the other holds your hip. Moans and groans and little yelps come from you; I think they are sounds of pleasure, but I do not stop to find out. Soon, though, that is confirmed as you begin to buck back into my thrusts, and I can just discern a "Yes! Yes! Fuck!" and assorted other pleas and exclamations build.

A moment of evil inspiration hits me. I am not far from climax, and I believe you are, too, based on your words and the fact that your pussy is squeezing tighter and tighter. Reaching to a lotion dispenser, I take a good dollop on my right hand, coating my thumb. Just before I enter the home stretch with a hard, deep mining of your pussy, I slide my thumb against your tight little rosebud between your cheeks and press. As my thumb gently but insistently opens and invades your ass, I hear a loud grunting sound come from you. I feel your legs shaking as I reach orgasm, thrusting as I fire volley after volley into your depths, not stopping until every drop of my seed is planted deep inside you.

As our breathing begins to ease, I realize the water is beginning to cool. Standing, I shut it all off, then grab an oversized, plush towel. Returning to where you are still laid over the bench, I gently help you to your feet, drying you myself. The heat of lust has now ebbed, and now comes tender care.