I stood there for a minute, my face between her tits, as she squeezed them together with her arms. I could feel her flesh against my ears. My rod was pointed straight out between her calves and she was squeezing it between her cast and calf. That didn't feel too good, though it didn't feel bad either. I decided I could probably get her to smoother me with her tits some other time, so I turned around and gently set her in the shower.
Once she was stable I took a step back to look at her again. She was magnificent, even with a cast on her leg she looked like an erotic vision from my dirtiest wet dream. The shower light, with it's deep red-orange glow, combined with shower walls, covered in large brown faux marble tile, created a striking contrast to the very pale Sandra. The shower light was really more of a night light, so her pale skin glowed against the back-ground of tans and browns.
She was luxuriating in the warm shower. She seemed to be enjoying it as if she hadn't been in one for years and was paying no attention to me, or my hungry gaze. I took the opportunity to thoroughly review her assets.
She was about 5' 9" tall. Based on the color of her tear-drop pussy she obviously wasn't a real blonde, nor did she keep her hair the same color for too long. Currently it was a dirty reddish-blonde and was just long enough dry to reach the middle of her shoulder blades. She was, by now, completely soaked so her hair reached down to just below her shoulder blades.
Her huge chest rose and fell gently as she soaked in the hot shower and I got my first opportunity to view her nipples. From the side they looked fantastic, her large lightly colored areole spreading generously out around a nipple that seemed to protrude ¾". She turned towards me, raising her arms to run her hands over her hair. As she did my penis swelled and stretched to painful proportions as I again reviewed a full frontal view of her naked. Her breasts spread out well beyond the boundary line of her rib cage. Standing firm and round with her arms over her head, they were like two enormous owl eyes staring back at me. I scanned down, across her perfectly feminine belly to her perfectly trimmed pussy, pausing to dream of the aroma I might discover there. Then further down her well toned legs to her ........... cast!!!
"Oh shit." I said softly, "I almost forgot you need your back washed."
"Oh, no hurry," she said, "you can keep ogling me if you want to." She was teasing. As she said that she tried to shake her tits at me, but nearly lost her balance.
In trying to catch herself she flung her arms out to either side and caught hold of a towel bar. Her final position looked as though she had been strapped to the wall, spread eagle, arms stretched wide. Her tits were still jiggling as I stepped into the shower to help her back up. My dick had preceded me into the shower and we both looked down as the tip of my dick slipped gently between the folds of her labia and stopped just short of her hole.
"Oooo," I breathed, "That's a perfectly awesome sensation!"
"Oh, Yeah!" she replied, "that's what I'm talking about!"
"If it's OK with you, I'd like to do my best to gently and respectfully fuck the shit out of you." I stated.
"Oh, you're going to fuck me, alright .... right after to wash my back," She sassed, as she turned her back to me. M dick dragged it's way around the front of her leg to her ass cheek. I took hold and positioned it between her cheeks pointing at her tailbone, and gave a gentle bump in. This caused her to squeal with delight and I looked around for something to wash her with.
Dick still lodged in her ass crack, luffa and soft soap in hand, I began.
I squirted a generous amount of soap into the luffa and rolled in between my hands until it had a healthy lather. I started at her neck and shoulders, working from the base of her neck out. I let plenty of soap suds squeeze out and run down the middle of her back to her ass crack. When it got to my, by now throbbing, cock it split paths. Some ran around my cock and continued down between her ass cheeks. The rest ran out along my cock, then around and down to drip from my balls. The sensation to both of us was spectacular.
As I worked the luffa down her back I realized I was squeezing all the soap out. Rater than take my hands off her, I maneuvered her around and asked her to hand me the soft soap. Between the movement and the giggling created by her having to hop to move my dick lost it's hold on her tailbone and slipped up. I took the opportunity to press myself tighter against her, which caused my shaft to slide further up, and my balls to come to rest where my cock head had been.
"You going to wash me, or rub yourself off on me?" she asked, handing me the bottle of soap.
"Both." I replied. I took the bottle from her with my arms wrapped around the front of her. As I went to squirt the soap onto the luffa, I missed and it squirted all over her tits. I immediately dropped the luffa and grabbed big handfuls of her mammary.
"You did that on purpose." She complained unconvincingly.
"Hmm. Busted" I replied, admiring the double meaning.
For the next few minutes she let me wash and caress any part of her I wanted to, and I wanted it all. I don't know if she came, but I'm sure she thoroughly enjoyed the attention.
Eventually she decided it was time for her to express a proper thank you.
With the water still running hot, she bent over completely at the waist, grabbed my cock from between her legs and guided it to the entrance of her vagina. I couldn't think of a better invitation, and gently pressed in. My pole slipped easily into her hole. I bent my knees, slightly, and pushed firmly up and in until I felt my balls press against the back of her legs.
Since the shower was designed to not need a door or curtain, there was nothing to prevent seeing our reflection in the mirror over the sink. The tall cathedral ceiling in the bathroom meant all the shower steam hadn't fogged the mirror. When I turned to get a look, I was overwhelmed. The shower water was hitting me high between the shoulder blades. Sandra was bent over and was supporting herself from a built in bench. Her cast leg was on the opposite side of our reflection and our other legs were obscuring it from my view.
I was entranced. Her big tits were hanging lewdly from her chest and shoulders. I pulled my cock slowly out and pushed quickly back in, mainly to make her tits begin to swing. The effect, however, was two fold. Her tits did, in fact, begin to sway. At the same time, however, she let out a low, powerful groan that was un-mistakable.
"Don't you dare stop." She said sternly. "You stuck that fucking thing into me and now your going to fuck me with it. Start your fuck pump mister, you got some work to do. OOOOOHh!"
That was the last intelligible thing she said before I began doing as I was told. I watched as if hypnotized as her enormous boobs swung rhythmically in time to the forceful pumping being generated by my thighs and ass. I don't think I so much as blinked as my mind reveled in the feeling of my balls swinging loosely from my loins and slapping audibly against the backs of her legs, the 'plop, plop, plop...' adding to the raw erotic intensity of the situation.
Suddenly, without warning, Sandra came.
She began thrashing her ass back against me as I brought my hips forward to meet her. She began flipping her head around, causing her hair to fling wildly. Her previously un-intelligible vocalizations, became prolong guttural wails. But, best of all, her vaginal muscles began griping and massaging my manhood in ways I'd never experienced before. I could feel my load building to the boiling point, and I was only half interested in stopping it.
"Holy shit Sandy," I exclaimed. "I am going to come in you. Oh, god that feels good. You're gonna milk the cum from my throbbing cock. Oh shit, I'm gonna let loose inside you, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck I'm gonna..." and I did.
She didn't miss a beat. She had continued, even intensified, her activity as my prostate convulsed. I felt my entire body explode through my penis. I felt my spunk rocket up my painfully hard cock and burst from my cock head like the first blast of water from a fire hose. My balls pulled up tight to my loins and my prostate convulsed over and over again as I bathed her insides with my goo. Finally, as the last of my load oozed into her, we relaxed. She straightened back up and I held her up by her mammoth mammary.
"Oh fuck!" She finally said, "GOD I needed that. You can wash my back anytime."
"Indeed," I thought, "I intend to."
