A collection of stand-alone stories, which can be read in any order. All stories will begin with the same introduction. Many thanks to JD for providing inspiration.
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They had been talking over coffee when she brought up the subject the first time. "So, tell me about your fantasies."
He had smiled and laughed, asking, "Where did this line of questioning come from, love?"
"I'm curious, of course. I want to see how closely they match with mine." Her eyes had danced a little as she added, "And perhaps I just want to hear you talking about sex." His Irish brogue was charming, and she loved listening to him.
They had met online – common enough these days – and he had written to her that his accent, "... would have you on your back with your jeans around your ankles in no time. Don't ask me why, but American women just love it." Too true. She loved it.
And so he had told her a few of his fantasies, and she had listened, flirting with him, enjoying the way he shifted in his seat as she added views of her cleavage to his descriptions.
"I'm starting to think you're just trying to make it difficult for me to stand up and walk out of here without being noticeably erect."
She had laughed, and offered to help him take care of whatever difficulties he might be having in that department.
And she had quietly filed away his answers to her question.
*****
She quietly slid open the shower door and slipped in behind him.
"No, don't turn around," she said, to stop him from turning to embrace her. "I just want to look at you." She ran her hand down his back, gently following the shape of the muscles from his shoulders, stroking along his spine, moving down and over to end at his hip.
He exhaled, enjoying the hot water on his front, and her caress on his back.
Placing her thumbs in the small of his back, near his spine, she pressed and rubbed, massaging away some of the tension from the tight muscles. He made a sound of contentment as she continued, pressing deeply.
A few moments later she picked up a scrub, lathered it, and began the process of washing his back.
"Thank you, love," he said with a sigh. He leaned his hands against the front wall of the shower, dropping his head down to allow the water to cascade over his head and down his back.
"Hey," she chided gently, "let me wash before you rinse." She shifted her scrubbing down to his ass cheeks as he chuckled. His quiet laughter stopped abruptly with a sharp intake of breath. She had reach under to caress his balls with one soapy hand.
"Oh," he said with a soft groan. She continued soaping his scrotum, far longer than was necessary for cleanliness. "Fuck, that feels amazing."
She had dropped the scrub and snaked her other hand around his hip, now using both hands to slide his soapy testes around, back and forth, exploring. She shifted her front side hand to slide up his expanding erection.
He groaned as she stroked him slowly, soap making his cock slide easily through her fist.
"Just making sure you're really, really clean, sweetheart." She smiled against his back, placing kisses along his spine as she continued stroking, fondling. She tasted the skin on his back with her tongue, and bit him gently with her teeth. All the while continuing to slide his shaft through her fist and move his balls with her fingers.
In a slightly strained voice, he said, "I think I'm clean now." He tried to turn around, adding, "I should wash you."
Pressing closer to him to prevent the turn, she tightened her grip slightly, and said, "No, I don't think so. I'm not convinced you're clean enough yet." She shifted and moved her hand more rapidly along his length, twisting her hand just a bit at the head each time.