I turn the dial and hot water gushes out of the shower head, A cloud of steam condensates on the mirror as I pull down my panties and take off my top. Stepping into the shower I smile as I envision you there with me. A couple of strands of your short hair are on the shower wall and my mind quickly wanders into memories of this past weekend...
Nuzzling into your chest I feel the chemistry between us flow through me. The tension of our first encounter excites me, and your sex appeal draws me in, making me desire to be close to you. I let my fingertips glide along your stomach as we cuddle in an attempt to entice you, to draw you into me.
Through casual conversation and laughter our connection grows stronger and you can't bare it any longer. Our eyes briefly connect before you pull me towards you and passionately kiss me. Being kissed in that way, with you shadowing over me as I lie on my back, thrills me. The intensity of your kisses, the way your tongue teases around my mouth, the firm grip you have on my face and neck as you kiss sends chills down my spine and electricity to my pussy.
I am trying so hard to resist you but my appetite for your touch grows stronger. With our mouths firmly locked together, I caress the nape of your neck and tug at your t-shirt, signaling the mutual yearning for your touch. Your hands wander.
My sides are delicately brushed as your hand wanders down to my rounded ass, which you grasp and squeeze. Completely divulged in your kisses I allow you to grope my ass, thighs, side, anywhere you please. You raise your hand and deliver a quick smack to my bare arse which has become exposed with the shifting of my short pyjama shorts. Yes, this is perfect. I knew you were a bad boy.
My mind is in complete conflict with itself. I resist your advances, trying to guide you away from the most intimate areas and feeling especially naughty in doing so because the urge to explore me must be taking over you. Yet at the same time, I want you to touch me. I want your hands to massage my inner thighs, teasing my pussy and making it glisten with wetness.
I feel a hand make its way up my top, caressing the skin of my stomach before cupping my pert round breast. Your thumb twiddles my nipples making them hard. This intimacy drives me wild. I feel pulsations in my cunt as it screams for attention.
Mouths still interlocked, there is a sensual and desperate struggle to strip down to our underwear. Clothes are torn away from our bodies frantically as if we want nothing more than to feel skin-to-skin contact. It's too late, the boundaries have already been broken.
The first finger you lay on my swollen clit causes my entire body to stiffen. My back naturally arches allowing you to rub my pussy up and down, spreading my juices all over the place and reducing the friction. Round and round go your fingers, sliding around my clit, my breathing becomes heavy.
I want you in my mouth.
The progression of our intimacy is slow; we adopt the best personas to suit each other. You've already worked out that I'm a naughty girl who likes to be controlled. And you decide what I want.
Please, let me taste you.
Rubbing my soaking pussy you tell me, "You like that don't you?"
Yes! It feels so good but I want nothing more than to please you.