Morning Showers
Tags: shower, consensual sex, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, voyeur
As I wake, the light of the morning sun shines through your ivory drapes and sets a soft, yellow glow about the bedroom. It is earlier that it has any right to be, I should still be asleep and recovering from the night I have just spent with you. I can still taste the night on my tongue; a delicate sweetness remains from the bottle of wine, mottled with a distinct phantom of "you." The light caress of your linen sheets reminds me of your touch on my skin. I smile and roll over to see if you still slumber or if you have risen for the day.
Your side of the bed is empty, but warm to the touch and now I can hear the shower sputtering to life. I throw the covers from my body and roll out of bed to join you. The door of the bathroom is cracked and the steam has begun to roll forth. I stop just before entering to take a moment to just look at you... to really look at you. I can see the silhouette of your body through the glazed glass sliding door of your shower. You roll your head back and let the hot water pour over your chest and neck, then turn to wet your hair and back. Steam boils over the top of the shower and envelopes the room. I enter quickly and secure the door behind me to retain the heat.
You must have heard the door close because I saw your head turn ever so slightly to acknowledge the clicking of the latch, but you make no other indication you know of my presence. I sense a change in the room. The air becomes charged with an almost palpable sexual energy. I wait and I watch for your next move. Your demeanor has changed. Where once you were standing still and letting the water cascade over you, now your hands have begun to dance over your body. This is no simple lathering as part of your daily routine. No... this is deliberate. This is salacious. I can see you as you turn your back to me and run your hands down over your hips, bending ever so slightly to accentuate the swell of your perfectly round backside.
I feel a stirring in me, a thirst only you can slake begins. My heart rate increases and beats hard in my chest. I watch as the shadow of you leans against the back wall of your shower.. I watch as your hands trace distinct tracks over your body. The gathering steam distorts the view but does not obscure it completely. I know when your hands cup your breasts. I can tell when you pinch one nipple between your finger and thumb and compress delicately. Had the steam not frosted the glass doors I could have seen you bite your lip, all too aware of what you were doing to me. I watch as one of your hands descends from your breast, sliding down your abdomen, dipping into your navel and beyond.
My heart is pounding now, and I can feel it lower than my chest. The tick-ticking of my pulse is now evident in my rapidly growing erection. My face is flushed. In all my years I have not known a lust greater than that which I have now for you. I want to rush you... NEED to rush to be in with you but resist. Somehow, someway I resist. This is a game for you and a game I intend to enjoy. You know I am out there watching and you know what you are doing to me.