Standing in the shower each morning I always go over my day. The errands, the job, the kids activities. There's usually a knock on the door..."Mom! I gotta go!" Since we only have one bathroom someone always has to go when I'm in the shower. Not even personal time is sacred anymore. This used to be my time of peace. Seven minutes is all I ask. Is that too much?
As I hear the back door slam I breathe a big sigh of relief. Finally alone. I think I'll actually allow myself more than seven minutes this time. It's my day off and I'm going to ease myself into it. Things have been hectic lately and I'm ready for some down time.
As I feel the hot water relaxing all the muscles in the back of my neck I allow my mind to wander. What I wouldn't give to have some big strong hands working those tense muscles.
As if my thoughts were being read, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I'm startled at first, but since I'm sure it could only be a certain someone, I don't even open my eyes. I feel a blindfold being put on me. I have been here before. Hell. I've used this on him many times too. We both know the rules when this happens. No words...just enjoy.
As I stand with my back to him, he soaps up his hands and I feel them begin to work their magic on my back. I love a man who works with his hands for a living. They find their way all the way from my neck to the small of my back and trace my tattoo. He crouches down and even works every inch of my leg muscles. When he reaches my ass I let out a little groan. I love when he rubs my ass. Standing up close behind me now he reaches around and starts on the front of my body. I lean into him and just slide up and down the full length of his body. He must have not worked out for a few days because he feels a little soft. Well, not all of him. His hands wander slowly over every inch of the front of my body paying special attention to my tits. Holding, squeezing, and then playfully pinching the nipples. They're rock hard and I can feel a burning in my pussy with anticipation of what is to come.
Soon I am turned around and my hands are guided to the towel bar. That means no touching. Fine with me....that means it's all about me this time. I hear a pop as if the lid of something was removed. The sound of the squirting shave gel makes me jump and I know it can only be going one place. His hands spread my legs and prop my feet up on the side of the tub giving him easy access to the area he was to be working in. As he rubs the foam over my mound it mixes with the juices that have been dripping from my swollen clit. Just having him touching it takes me near the edge. His hands massage the area with the lather and he gently guides the shaver where it needs to go with great care. Shaving takes only a few moments and next he takes the shower massage from the holder and rinses me down. The moans start again and I didn't expect what happened next.
The shower massage is turned to 'slow pulse' and directed at my clean-shaven clit. The sensation was invigorating as I let myself enjoy every single pulse as it hit me. He also turned up the hot water a bit. The hotter the water, the more intense the feeling got. It's not going to be too long before I cum. Before I knew it, the speed of the massager was kicked up a notch also and became almost unbearable. Between the intensity of the hot water and the speed of the pulses, I feel as if a thousand tongues are furiously licking at my clit. I'm standing there writhing and plead for him to stop. He puts his finger to my mouth to silence me, but knowing that I am so close he turns the massager back to regular spray and put it back. My body welcomes the break.
