Cara's dad walked toward me after turning on the shower and leaned down to grab my hand pulling me into his arms. Our lips met in a long hungry kiss, his hands inching down to squeeze and play with my ass. Mark pulled away and walked me into the bathroom and over to a glass door that was flush with the tan walls.
He opened the door and thick hot steam immediately enveloped our bodies as he guided me in to the most amazing custom shower I had ever seen. There was a narrow walk way lined with beautiful tan and brown stacked stone walls that led back and around to a 7ft by 6ft enclosed shower hidden behind the walls of the bathroom.
Multiple rainfall shower heads lined the walls and a huge one sat in the center of the ceiling. A stone seat ran the width of the back of the shower and on the wall next to it was a detachable shower head that you could use to rinse your legs when shaving.
"Oh my god, I'm never leaving this shower! This is amazing!" I gasped as I walked into the middle turning my head up. The hot water cascaded over my body soothing my sore muscles.
"I'm glad you like it. I designed it myself." Mr. Welston said with a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
He walked over to me encircling me in his arms, running his hands over my lean back, down to my butt and back up my sides. I looked up at him mesmerized by the water dripping down his strong chest and thick arms. Leaning over I traced the path of the falling drops before rolling my tongue around his nipple and sinking my teeth into his hard pec. He smelled lightly of Issey Miyake, sex, and sweat, not a pungent onion sweat, but a clean fresh male scent. I continued to roll my tongue over his nipple savoring the salty flavor of his skin.
He squeezed my butt as he thrust his hardening cock into my pelvis and a primal growl escaped from his full lips. Innocently I looked up into his lust filled eyes.
"Do you mind if I wash you Mr. Welston?"
He leaned down groaning into my neck peppering it with kisses. "I would love to feel your little hands all over me precious. The soap is behind me on the wall."
I peeked to the side of his arm towards the wall and saw three stainless steel automatic dispensers for the soap, shampoo and conditioner. I walked over and put my hand underneath the soap and it squirted filling my hand with a thick creamy liquid. Rubbing my hands together I turned around to see him standing under the water running his hands through his beautiful dark hair before stepping backward out of the water towards the stone seat.
I stood there for a moment just staring. I had never seen someone so ruggedly handsome in my life. His body wasn't movie star perfect, but he was still so incredibly sexy, masculine and dangerous. I couldn't believe that it was me he wanted. I couldn't believe this gorgeous older man who was always in control, who was successful, and married to an equally successful and beautiful woman, wanted me. It made me feel powerful and confident. I probably would have felt guilty if she hadn't been such a bitch lately to both Cara and her dad, that and her cheating on Mark first.
"Normally I would wash your hair first, but I can't wait to put my hands all over you and I don't want to stop for you to rinse off. Is it ok if I wait to do that last?"
I said sweetly reaching forward to run my soapy hands over his broad tan shoulders and chest. The shower gel lathered perfectly and filled the stall with the smell of eucalyptus and lemongrass.
"You can do whatever you want beautiful." His deep gruff voice sent all my lady parts into tingly fits.
A huge smile broke out across my face.
"I love your sweet endearments, how you call me beautiful and precious."
My hands made their way to his stomach and back up his chest and down his arms. A thick layer of soap covered his whole upper body.
His dark eyes pierced me with that intense look that fills me with chills. His arms wrapped around me and he slid his soapy chest against mine.
"You are beautiful and precious. Right now I should be livid, tearing down the house, because of what my wife did, but all I can think about is how happy I am that I have this time with you. You are so amazing. You make me feel like I haven't felt in years. All I want to do is be inside you over and over again, making you scream my name in pleasure. I can't get enough of you."
Mark's mouth covered mine in a deep kiss. We ate at each other gasping as we turned our heads to come at the others mouth from a different angle our tongues rolling around and around before retreating. Gently I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nipped it with my teeth before pulling back out of his arms.
"I want to wash the rest of you." I said backing away towards the soap and panting.
"Hurry!" he demanded in a gruff frustrated yet teasing tone.
Once again I filled my hand with soap and made my way back over to the seat, lathering my hands and crawling behind him. I started again with his shoulders kneading and rubbing them and the back of his thick neck, slowly moving down his hard muscled back. I ran my hands up and down massaging the muscles in-between his shoulder blades and down his spine making little circles with my thumbs. Deep moans rumbled in his chest. As I neared his butt I splayed my fingers digging them in to his hard round cheeks and into his crack. I continued down the back of his legs and then came around to the front of him.
Mark leaned back against the wall and widened his legs so I could move in between them. Still working a rich lather up and down his chiseled legs I paid close attention to the insides of his thighs, scratching down lightly with my nails and then pushing up soothingly with my palms flat on his skin .With every upward stroke I would come closer and closer to his thick hardening cock.
"I think I need more soap Mr. Welston." I said biting my lip and inching back again towards the dispenser.
"UGHH!! You are killing me little girl." Mark growled throwing his head back and clenching his fists.
"One more minute and then it's my turn." He said leveling his eyes at me.
"But I'm just getting to the good part sir."
I said softly as I kneeled back in front of him taking his throbbing member into my hands, twisting them as I pulled up. My right hand reached below and rolled his sac around in my fingers as I stroked up and down his shaft.
"MMMM" Cara's dad moaned "Every part with you is the good part Casey."
I gripped the base of his penis with my left hand and stroked up as I rolled the palm of my right hand over the tip twice then pushed down as his hips jerked forward.
"Oh shit, do that again baby."
I grabbed his penis at the base and started pumping up and down harder this time before taking my palm and rolling it over and over the head of his cock.
"I want to suck you Mr. Welston. I want to feel you in my mouth."
He reached over and snatched the detachable shower head off of the side of the wall and began rinsing himself off. When the soap was all washed away from his cock I leaned down and licked up his shaft as he put the shower head back on the wall.
When Cara and I first started dating guys we watched a couple of pornos together and practiced giving head on whatever random objects we could find. I only got to practice on one real guy before last night with Mr. Welston. I wanted to try out some of the things we watched to see if I could drive him as crazy as he drove me.
Flattening my tongue I licked the underside of the tip of his purple head then rolled my tongue around it before sucking it deep into my mouth.
"Oh god baby! Yes suck my cock."
"MMMM" I moaned as I worked him all the way to the back of my throat. One hand continued to pump the bottom of his shaft as the other massaged his balls.
Mark grabbed the back of my head and rocked his hips, fucking deep into the back of my throat. I gagged a little and made myself relax softening my throat.
