I don't know what it was that made me start masturbating in Frankie's shower; it certainly wasn't the fact that I was dog-tired after a long flight. Maybe it was the sultry steam floating lightly about the bathroom or the hot drops of water cascading over my back, but I found myself pushing two fingers deeply between my legs and gently pressing at aroused flesh. The sensation was wonderful after being cramped up for so many hours and the feeling of being somewhere familiar made it all the more enjoyable. I closed my eyes and rested my hand against the wall as I played a little harder. As my climax began to rise I twisted and pushed against my hand, slamming my fist involuntarily against the tiled wall.
"You OK darlin'?" Came a deep male voice from beyond the door. I gasped in sudden surprise and smiled; I hadn't meant to make such a noise, but my sexual urges had gotten the better of me.
"Yeah...hunnh...Frankie, I'm...ooo...er...I'm fine." I hollered but my voice wavered and cracked, giving the game away.
"You sure? I thought you'd slipped and banged ya head or something." He replied. I heard the bathroom door squeaked open and the heavy foot falls of Frankie Christiansen step inside. "ya sure?"....
Francis .M. Christiansen, not the name one would associate with a 6 foot tall, 220lbs construction manager, more likely the name of a lawyer or marketing executive. But 'Frankie' was not just any construction guy. He'd worked his way up from the bottom, starting as an apprentice, to become one of the best project managers the construction business had ever seen. He could raise an erection – if you excuse my term of phrase – on time and under budget anywhere in the world.
I first set eyes on his solid muscular physique in Taiwan; on the 43rd floor of a new office block I had designed. The humid breeze was blowing through the open sides of the empty shell of the building and he was carrying a girder - which was usually a two man job – precariously across a 4 foot gap, a sheer drop to the ground, because the crane was out of action. That bare, wind-browned chest was enough to bring the colour to my cheeks and the butterflies to my stomach. Suffice to say we hit it off straight away, and he didn't seem to mind the fact that the architect whose building he was putting up just happened to be a woman.
We spent some wonderful times together; a casual arrangement really, but one that suited us both. So when I got the call to return to England the break-up didn't really seem all that hard. We parted on good terms but I did miss his early morning lovemaking and the deep resonating sound of his laughter. I guess we both just got on with our lives and I never really expected to see each other again. But a chance call from a firm in the U.S. put me on a plane back to Detroit and a man I hadn't seen in three years.
He was waiting at the airport when I arrived. I spotted him straight away through the crowd. He was still the same; His short brown hair was ruffled and when he caught sight of me coming into the concourse his soft blue eyes lit up with that all too familiar impish shine. He had on his usual; faded black denims that showed those solid thighs and tight, tight butt cheeks to perfection, grey t-shirt and faded plaid over-shirt - open at the front - and black biker boots with large buckles that jingled when he walked.
It was so wonderful to see him again after all that time, I never really expected to feel so thrilled by his presence, but it was as if we'd never been apart. He swung me round in a bear-hug of an embrace and we fell back into the old flirting chatter just as it had been three years before. We didn't stop until we reached his front door.
His apartment was just as I remembered it, a real 'man's' apartment; lived in, with last night's beer can still on the coffee table and piles of building blue-prints scattered over the dinning table, that had become a makeshift office. I took my time looking around the place as I relived old memories of our life together while he stowed my bags and made me some space in his closet. It was to be a two week stay; an initial project briefing from my new clients. He'd insisted immediately that I stay at his place when I'd made that first tentative phone call to invite him onto the team the week before. I felt happy to be back in his apartment, but so tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. So he called for some take-out and ordered me to the bathroom to freshen up. He always did know the right things to say.
Now, here I stood, head under the hot water, mind whirling with erotic thoughts, one hand pressed against the wall and my fingers stroking my clit.
"I'm fine honestly Frankie." I giggled, releasing my fingers, but he'd heard that shake in my voice oh-so many times before and I knew what he was thinking.
There was a pause. "Huh huh?" I didn't need to see his face to know the playful smirk that crossed his features at that moment. "Well maybe ya need ya back rubbing or something." He offered.
"Maybe I do." I flirted huskily, the feeling of my wayward fingers playing sexy games with my mind. Another long pause. I grinned broadly to myself as I heard the sound of a zipper being pushed down and the thud-thud of heavy boots hitting the floor. The rustling sound of fabric as items of clothes where dropped in a pile and then the soft swish of the shower curtain as it was drawn back.
I stood with my back to him, facing the jet of water from the shower hose, squeezing globules of soapy suds down my back from the wash cloth. I listened to the sound of him climb into the far end of the tub and the lingering silence made me finally look over my shoulder. "Any excuse to get into my shower eh Frankie?" I murmured. I tried to look down, suddenly too nervous to meet his stare and his nakedness.
"Now I remember what I've been missin' every morning for the last three years." He whispered, eyeing my wet back.
I gave him my best coy smile and turned back to my washcloth, my heart beating a mile-a-minute. In my half glance I'd caught a glimpse of his body and he still looked incredible; thick brick-wall of a chest, solid abs and curved pectorals mounted atop hard pillar-like thighs all nutmeg brown and smooth.
He stood there for what seemed like ages, just taking in the view and I could feel my initial apprehension fading. I continued to wash, slowly and seductively. I hadn't expected us to renew our sexual acquaintance so quickly after my arrival, but his eagerness to get into my shower and my nonchalance at his presence made me realise just how much we still found each other attractive. My tiredness had all but vanished, to be replaced by a desire to complete with his body what I had begun with my fingers.
Slowly he covered the short distance between us and I shuffled a little further forward, letting the hot stream of water spray onto his body. That first touch of his hand on the curve of my back sent a shiver down my spine and a pleasant tightening to my abdomen. His thick callused hands are like shovels and he can easily bury my small fist in his palm, but he has such an incredibly tender touch, one would never think he lifted cinder blocks for a living. As his hands slid over my wetted hips and around my waist and his hard body pushed into my back I reached out with both hands using the wall as leverage to press against him.
"God...mmmn...I remember this too." He moaned softly into my ear as he nuzzled my wet hair, searching out the softness of my neck. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back onto his chest, opening myself up for him as he leaned in and placed tender kisses to my shoulder.
"I remember you smelt...uuunn...so damn good in the mornings." He opened his mouth and gently grazed my skin with his teeth, drawing a groan from my lips as the tingle flickered through my body. "I remember...mmmm...how you used to...hhuuggh...make me feel so damn horny."
I remembered that too. Rampant would be a better description; physical, all consuming.
He pressed against my back and I could feel the hardness of his manhood push lightly against my butt cheeks. God I'd missed this. Thick hands cupped my breasts and finger and thumb rolled dark nipples into peaked attention. I couldn't help but buck and shake in his embrace, yet still I kept my hands planted firmly against the wall as I let him explore me.
The water splattered down my chest and bounced off my breasts as he pulled me back into his grip. He licked and squeezed and nibbled at the hot wet flesh of my shoulders and neck till I thought my legs would give way. I felt the perspiration begin to rise on my body even as the water washed over it. The thought of all those passionate nights and days came flooding back and I ached for him to touch me in those intimate places once more. Without thought I raised my leg and planted my foot on the side of the tub, offering myself to his caresses. He paused and I could feel his breathing change as he registered my open invitation.
"Hmmm Chrissie, I remember this too." He murmured with lips still half pressed to my skin; I shivered from the sensation. He ran a firm hand over my raised hip and buttock and along the top of my thigh to my knee. "I remember you being...so hot and wet...uuuhh." He groaned as he buried his mouth into my neck again, biting and sucking at the skin till it ached pleasantly. His hand began to track down my inner thigh and I tensed against him, suddenly nervous of his searching fingers.
He reached the smooth skin that marked the line between my thigh and the softness of my womanhood and he paused. For a moment both of us held our breath. This was the point of no return; the moment when sexy playfulness turns to genuine, powerful arousal and where we both knew we would not be able to stop ourselves. I closed my eyes concentrating on his touch; one hand between my legs, the other cupping a breast and his smooth velvety skin caressing the length of my back. My body told me I wanted him, I wanted him the same way I had done three years ago. I needed to ease his anxiety; to let him know it was alright. Leaning back, I raised an arm and wrapping it around him, pulled him in so that I could play with the soft wet hairs at the nape of his neck. He groaned again, circling his fingers tantalisingly close to my heat, yet still he seemed apprehensive to approach me.
"I don't remember you driving me as crazy as this." I whispered into his ear, my growing arousal making me urgent.
