FRIDAY MORNING –Getting “Dirty” in the Shower
When I woke up Friday morning, I heard the shower running. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was nearly noon.
I got up and went to the bathroom door. I knocked.
“Come on in.” I heard him say.
I stepped inside. He stood there, naked, with his back to me, one hand testing the water temperature in the shower.
I went to him and pressed my naked body against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Good morning.” I said.
“Good morning.” He replied. “Care to join me?”
“But of course.”
He got into the shower and stepped under the water. I got in behind him. He turned around, running his fingers through his hair, letting the water run over his head and down his back. He had a monstrous erection.
I laughed. “Do you wake up like that every morning or are you just glad to see me?”
“Both.” He replied, grinning.
“Good Answer.” I said.
He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me under the water with him. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the passion of his kiss. I found myself moaning softly, not unlike last night, and I felt that familiar tingle between my thighs.
I leaned over and picked up the soap from the dish. I rubbed it between my hands, working up a good lather and began to wash his chest and stomach.
“Turn around.” I said softly.
He turned around and I washed his back. Slowly, I let my hands drift down to his ass and smoothed the suds on gently, massaging. I got down on my knees and washed the back of his legs. He turned back around. I washed the front of his legs, his feet. Then I took hold of that beautiful erection and slid one soapy hand slowly up and down the shaft, while cupping his smooth balls in the other, massaging them gently. He moaned softly.
I picked up the washcloth. I held it behind him, saturating it with the steamy water from the shower. Then I held it just over his cock and wrung it out, rinsing away the soap. I gripped the base of his cock in my right hand and slowly began to rub it all over my face. It felt exquisite! It was so hard, yet the skin was so smooth and warm. I closed my eyes, continuing to rub his rigid rod all over my face. It was really turning me on.
I looked up at him. Our eyes locked.
“Suck my dick.” He said, barely above a whisper.
I kissed the head of his cock, letting my tongue flick across the opening. I put my hands on his hips and slid my lips tightly over it, sucking gently. I closed my eyes and slid my mouth up and down the shaft slowly, savoring the feel of his hard meat on my tongue, the taste of him. With every stroke, I sucked him a little harder and picked up the pace a little more. My pussy was on fire. I wrapped my left arm around his hips and drew his full length into my mouth. Somehow my right hand found its way to my horny little pussy. I moaned aloud, enjoying the feel of his stiff dick in my mouth as well as the feel of my fingers massaging my hard swollen clit. My moaning sent vibrations through his cock that brought him to a loud explosive climax. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, stroked it a couple of times, and shot his hot cum all over my tits. I arched my back, pushing my tits toward him and began to massage them with my free hand, rubbing his cum all over them like I was smoothing on body lotion.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, trembling and flushed from his orgasm. He glanced down at my right hand, still between my legs, but no longer moving.
