Aqua 1

We met serendipitously at a place where the last thing on my mind was meeting the best lover of my life. I was shopping for towels when I passed by an end cap in the bathroom accessories department of Bed Bath and Beyond and noticed a sleek and, yes, very sexy deluxe chrome handheld showerhead that instantly made me yearn for an upgrade from the mundane plastic one in my shower at home. Not wanting to seem too eager I strolled by as if I hadn't felt that flutter in my stomach, and then stopped after a few steps to inspect a bin full of bathtub toys very intently.

Continuing to feign a lack of interest in the showerhead display, I slowly wandered back in that direction, stopping to ogle every single piece of merchandise like I was seriously considering buying it. Finally, the epitome of nonchalance, I arrived at my true destination and got my first close-up look at what was to become the center of my universe.

The ergonomically designed handle was exquisite to behold, and the way it conformed perfectly to my grip gave me chills. As I held it lovingly shower fantasies materialized unbidden in my mind. I pictured myself languidly rinsing my hair with a gentle rain-like spray and sensuously washing away lavender scented soap lather from every part of my body. Inexplicably, a scenario that involved pleasuring my pussy with one hand while flooding it with warm silky water snuck into my inappropriate shopping daydreams.

Maintaining the demeanor of a careful and conscientious shopper, I lifted my soon-to-be lover up to read the product information and directions printed on its packaging. The seductively worded features and benefits outlined therein reassured me that this was more than a chance encounter; it was kismet of the first order. When I read the description of the pulsating massage option my knees nearly buckled as my libido flared up while I imagined the deliciously sensual pleasures that awaited me.

I did my best to compose myself before heading toward the checkout lane, clutching my new paramour tenderly in my hand. My memories of paying the cashier and driving home are a little fuzzy since my primary focus was on changing out the old showerhead as fast as possible and taking the new one for a trial run. Within an hour I was pleasuring myself shamelessly with the pulsating massage control turned to the highest possible setting. While I pressed the showerhead against my clitoris, moaning and purring wantonly, the tiny streams of soothing vibrating water relentlessly rocked my world. Had the water heater been able to keep up our initial lovemaking would have continued throughout the afternoon. Nonetheless, I was weak and sated by the time the cooling water temperature forced us to stop--our glorious and frantic coupling had provided me with the two most intense orgasms of my life.

I found that I couldn't get enough of our aquatic sex. It wasn't long before I was taking two showers a day. Each day started with an invigorating morning rendezvous to prepare me for the stresses of the day, and ended with a lingering sensual liaison before bedtime that ensured a restful sleep filled with wonderfully naughty dreams. During the weekends, whenever I was at home we invariably squeezed in a nooner as well.

My beloved knew instinctively that I wanted more than my primary erogenous zone attended to. Foreplay inevitably included an exquisitely tender water massage of my breasts, with special attention paid to my erotically sensitive nipples. And when I was feeling particularly randy, those warm pulsating liquid tendrils pleasured my rear portal mercilessly before moving on to my ever hungry pussy.

Whereas I was delighted with our incredible sexual compatibility, I was equally pleased with the overall nature of our relationship. We never argued or disagreed. We liked the same things. And most important of all, there was never any attitude or pouting whenever I wasn't in the mood for sex and just felt like cuddling.

The longer our love affair progressed the more we settled into a monogamous lifestyle. I no longer went out on dates or accepted invitations to my friends' girls' night outs. Compared to my admittedly limited experience with sexual and romantic relationships, we were the perfect couple. We completed one another, ours was a self-contained unit.

Initially our lovemaking was sweet and gentle, limited to passionate wet kisses and caresses. After having suffered through the awkward fumblings of a few self-centered lovers, this new dynamic in which I was pleasured tenderly without having to reciprocate was unbelievably refreshing. But occasionally I began to desire energetic penetrative sex. One night while we were engaged in our usual prolonged foreplay, when the urge for a hard fucking once again rose to the surface I decided to do something about it.

My arousal, along with a little help from my free hand, had succeeded in dilating my pussy, so I squatted down to give myself leverage and began working a few fingers inside my vaginal opening while my clit was being pelted by a hard warm rain. My pent up hunger for having my pussy filled was finally realized as my womb relaxed suddenly and my entire hand unexpectedly thrust inside me, and in doing so nearly triggered an orgasm. In the heat of my unbridled lust I began fisting my pussy with vigorous abandon.

So intent was I on fist fucking my pussy that I almost lost my grip on my lover as waves of pleasure enveloped me. It wasn't long before I reached sensory overload from the combined external and internal stimuli and very nearly swooned when a fireball erupted in my loins, leaving me dazed and limp on the shower floor.

Having opened the floodgates, I resumed my pussy fucking efforts before fully recovering from that magnificent climax, only this time upping the ante by working the showerhead inside the gaping maw between my legs, massaging the inside of my pussy with the pulsating spray while simultaneously slapping and rubbing my clit energetically. Holy Jesus, this was the mother lode of sexual ecstasy. My eyes glazed over as my mind was consumed with vivid erotic imagery and my whole body began to quiver.

Apparently I passed out from the intensity of the experience because the next thing I remember is waking up on the shower floor with my lover deep inside my pussy. Fortunately my grip had relaxed on the controls and the water was off. I just barely managed to extricate myself from my ardent paramour, crawl out of the shower, towel myself dry and stumble into bed.

To be honest with myself, I acknowledge that our relationship is one of elaborate self-service sex. Be that as it may, it is the most satisfying sexual relationship I have had with anyone or anything. My needs are always met; never do I have to endure inept or inconsiderate lovers and feel the need to accept their shortcomings.

And I don't have to worry about getting pregnant or contracting an STD. It's probably a good thing that everyone doesn't have a relationship like this because if they did humanity would eventually disappear from the face of the earth. Of course, whether that would be a good or bad thing is entirely subjective!