I closed my eyes as I stood under the shower head, the water raining down wetting my honey brown hair, cascading over my shoulders and down my body. With a contented sign, I let myself relax, pleased to see the end of a very long and difficult week. As steam rose around me clouding the mirrors, the water melted the tensions in my muscles as I enjoyed the warm, comforting sensations roll through me. I pulled my cinnamon scented body bar from the tin and began brushing it over my body, the lazy circles creating a layer of bubbles.
My hands began to rub the soap into my skin, lightly massaging my shoulders, down to cup my firm milky DD breasts, lightly pinching my nipples before sliding them south to my waist and hips, enjoying the feel of skin on slippery skin. My hands moved down further, caressing the arch of my ass (a little more generous than I perhaps would've liked, but I loved my curves). My mind wandered to the night ahead, not knowing what it held, but looking forward to seeing you. Living so far apart was hard, and I had really missed you this week. Thinking of you, my hands travelling around to the front of my thighs, gently teasing my pussy. I spread my lips with one hand, feeling my pussy already slippery from the thought of you. A soft moan escaped my lips as my fingers grazed my clit, a rush of warmth flooding my body.
My head fell back, exposing my neck as I lost myself in feeling, rubbing my clit as I dipped a finger into my wet pussy, with one hand pressed against the wall to steady myself. I opened my eyes with a start as I heard the bathroom door click and a deep cough behind me. I pulled my hands up and spun around, drinking in the sight of you standing in front of me in jeans and a tee pulled tight against your chest. I met your eyes guiltily, very aware that I had just been caught. You looked back at me, a hunger in your eyes that I had been desperate to see all week.
"Don't stop on my behalf," you told me, as you leaned back against the basin, watching me.
I looked back at you as I dropped my hands again, my left on my breast, gently rolling my nipple between my fingers, as my right dropped to my pussy. A moan escaped my lips as my fingers found my clit again, a guilty look on my face as I maintained eye contact, feeling deliciously naughty to be touching myself while you watched me.
The hunger in your eyes grew as I lost myself in sensation, the need to cum building inside me as I played with my wet pussy.
"Jessica," you commanded sternly. Not realising my eyes had closed, they snapped open and met yours, my need obvious.
"Do you like playing with your pussy for me?" you asked.
Breathlessly, I answered "yes", as the pressure on my clit increased, my fingers frantic as I drew closer to orgasm.
"Do you like it when I watch you touching your pussy?" you asked.
This drew a gasp from my lips as I watched you. "Yes," I answered desperately; the realisation of how naughty I was being hit me, further wetting my already juicy pussy.
Your eyes narrowed at me as you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your chest. "Don't you dare cum," you instructed. I nodded nervously, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of your fingers on the zipper of your jeans, drawing it down to expose your underwear, before they were both pulled off. I stifled a moan as I saw your throbbing hard cock, desperate to feel you, desperate for your touch.
You moved closer to me. A firm hand cupped my cheek as I continued to tease my pussy, drawing a soft moan from me as your hand moved down to lightly cup my breast. My moan turned into a sharp gasp as you tweaked my nipple; you took advantage of my suddenly open mouth to slide a finger in. I moaned as I licked it, sucking on your finger. You watched my eyes as I did so, seeing the fire that had ignited, knowing how much I loved having a mouthful.
Ever obliging, you nodded at me and I took your signal to mean I was allowed what I needed from you in that moment. I sunk to my knees in the shower, my hand never leaving my clit, suddenly faced with your cock. Unable to control the baser urge that rose within me, I opened my mouth wide and looked up at you, my question obvious but silent.
You nodded your permission to me that I was allowed to taste your cock. I leaned forward, stretching my tongue out to flicking the tip of your cock, delighting in the initial taste of you. Unable to control myself, I took you deep until my nose was buried against the base of your cock and I could feel you touching the back of my throat. My breathing stifled, I looked up at you with wide eyes as I began to pull my head back, my tongue swirling around your length as I did so, my lips teasing your shaft. Letting your throbbing cock escape my mouth for a brief moment, my lips soon returned, lightly sucking the head of your cock, feeling you twitch under my touch. I reached my hand to gently cup your balls, enjoying the soft exhalation I heard escape your lips as they rolled in my hands. One hand flat against the wall to steady you, the fingers of your other hand tangled in my hair to press my head down onto your cock. Although you knew I needed no encouragement, the pressure on my scalp was a subtle reminder of who was in control.
You looked down to watch me, enjoying the sight of my innocent brown eyes looking back up at you as I had a mouthful of your cock.
"Good girl," you growled at me. The vibrations of my mouth around you as I moaned sent a bolt through you and you pulled me to my feet, pushing me to sit on the tiled ledge of the shower.
You fell to your knees at my feet, spreading my thighs with your strong hands, exposing my hot wet pussy. I reached my hands behind me to support myself, watching you with nervous anticipation. Your fingers reached out to stroke my hot slit, forcing a sharp gasp from my lips as I felt your fingers on me. With a cheeky look, your eyes met mine as your fingers continued to tease my pussy.
"Is there something you would like, Jessica?" you asked innocently, gently teasing my slit.
