The calming snowstorm pressed its wintry paws against the glass, steam formed to greet it, fogging the windowpane. It was a peculiar night, thunder rumbled off in the distance, whilst snowflakes serenely fell, the silent precipitation made the night ever more intimate. Thom planted himself in front of the computer, another night in the cold where darkness, loneliness, and ennui were his only company. The white glow of his monitor illuminated his chiseled features: a strong jaw, aquiline nose, heavily lidded hazel eyes that gazed tiredly at the menagerie of carnal images on display. He huffed out a sigh, swallowing hard as he faced another night anxious and sexually frustrated, looking for internet porn that hardly satisfied him. He navigated the amateur acts of everyday people, watched their most intimate, their most primal acts...and felt nothing. No stir in his loins, no heat, no sudden urge to reach into the front flap of his boxer briefs and retrieve the waiting flesh for satiation; he felt that maybe he had come to the point where he just didn't want to be satisfied by watching anymore. Disgusted, Thom closed the tab, knowing he ought to just head to bed. He had the urge, but not the stimulation.
He yawned, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm to get the sleep out of them. Maybe a live cam might work, he suggested to himself, hoping that might be motivation to look, but he knew it wouldn't quench his sexual thirst.
Face it; you're not getting laid anytime soon, you're just not ready to go out there, yet. The little voice in his head commented and, as usual, it was correct. He swiveled around in his chair, spinning in circles, closing his eyes as he felt the rush of being helplessly moved. His body felt sluggish; maybe it was the Excedrin PM he had taken about a half an hour ago, maybe because it was 2 A.M. and he had been awake since 5 A.M. yesterday, but he felt as if he were being pulled under a blanket of lethargy, lulled into a tranquility that drew him inescapably to a land where-
He snapped out of it, breathing in hard through his nose, his eyelids felt heavy though he was awake. Thom licked his chapped lips with what felt like a sandpapery tongue and slid off the computer chair, staggering slightly as he made his way towards the bathroom. Fumbling around the walls, the half-asleep man found the light switch, the piercing luminescence made him shade his eyes. He peeked through fingers to hear a sound he wasn't sure he comprehended.
Why, it's a running shower, he thought as the water battered the glass sliding door, a silhouette stood under it, head tilted back, body under the steaming hot water. Wait, I live alone. And, I don't remember turning the shower on...or having company over. Drawing closer, he padded cautiously towards the shower, certain that there was someone in there. His meaty hand clutched the handle; his other hand rubbed the slightly hairy flesh of his chest absentmindedly. As soon as he touched the handle, the figure turned to look right at him, through obscured glass and fog. The door slid open, and there was a woman, but not just any woman: a pixie-sized bombshell. His already arid mouth managed to become even drier, as his mind finally processed that she was naked, as well. She didn't yell, didn't scream, "Get out!" or "YOU FUCKIN' PERVERT!"
No, she wore a knowing smile (which was the only thing she wore), a Cheshire grin that was mischievous, sultry, naughty even. She swept back the wet cascade of raven-black bangs from her eyes, smoothing the sudsy foam down the length as the ebony tresses rolled down to about her shoulders. She batted her long eyelashes at him, her faded denim blue eyes scanned his boxer-clad form hungrily, as if he were a piece of meat and she was starving. Her tawny skin was slick wet from the warm drizzle; some semblance of her soap still clung to her, giving off the most heavenly aroma of honeysuckle. She smoothed her petite hands over her hourglass shape, and his eyes couldn't help but follow the sensual movements. They started at her arms, working their way to her shoulders, then down to the swell of her ample bosom. Her hands smoothed down the line of her flat stomach, down to-
"I was wondering when you were going to come and join me." She remarked, snapping him out of his flesh-induced trance.
Before he knew it, she reached out to grab hold of his boxer brief's waistband and yanked him into the shower to join her, without further ado.
"Wait, whoa! Slow down, how'd you even get in here?" he asked as the seething hot water stung his flesh (not in an altogether bad way, though), darkening the only piece of modesty he still had to him. Soon the water made the cotton underwear cling to his flesh, giving the faintest peek of his manhood underneath.
"Sabell." She said simply as if that was enough; her hand slid to the outside of his boxers where the lump was slowly growing larger behind its cotton prison.
He bit his lip; fought back a moan and a string of swear words that fought to escape his mouth. He was finding it more and more difficult to think as she worked her hand expertly up and down the nearly erect shaft that was fighting against the front flap of his boxers.
"So you just find your way into my apartment, undress and get into my shower, hoping I'd get in so you could 'handle my man-parts. Is that it?"
"No," she answered, still rubbing his, now, steel-hardened flesh, "I don't intend on stopping at just handling it."
Her eyes were cobalt tunnels, voids where passion abounded, where he could see himself staring endlessly as they both sighed and moaned in a sweat-drenched waltz.
(Dear god, who the hell is this woman?)
He found himself wondering, but that thought process was cut short as she giggled softly, dropping to her knees. Before he could even ask the stupid question, she answered by grabbing hold of the sides of his boxers and pulling it down. And out sprung his solid virility; a thick shaft tipped with a ruby red helmet that twitched as the balmy water tapped against it ever so lightly. She grabbed hold of it with one hand at first, admiring it as it throbbed in her grasp, then wrapped her other hand around it, sliding her hands up and down its length unhurriedly. He looked down, saw that she wasn't even focused on his staff now, but was gazing up at him, those electric blue eyes so beautiful. She parted her full lips, let her tongue slide out and she jabbed the underside of his manhood playfully, making him start a little. It felt as if someone jammed his rod into an electrical socket, the pain and pleasure melding together to create an indescribable feeling. He clenched his fists, steadied himself on the glass door as she flicked her tongue around the underside of the head, tasting him. She licked her lips and made an "Mmm" sound as if she just tried a tasty treat. With his free hand, he placed it on the top of her head, taking a handful of her hair in his strong fingers.
"You want this, don't you? You want my mouth wrapped around your hard cock, don't you?" She taunted, she knew she had him, knew he was wrapped around her little finger even before she had begun.
He needed only to say yes.
