I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I adjusted the temperature to what I liked and turned the shower itself on. The water began to wash over me and wash the sweat of the day away. It had been a very tense day. Our client had proven to be a total asshole. He wanted to make all sorts of changes that were difficult to accommodate.
Here's our story. We work as Audio Visual Techs and Specialists in a variety of disciplines. Our job is to go into a conference room(s), ballroom(s), and/or exhibit halls all over the country and set up the AV for visual presentations. Then we operate it until the end of the event and then we strike it all and go on to the next meeting.
In this particular case we were setting up for a company's new product unveiling. Some new whiz bang product that had a few features different and/or better than the previous model and they wanted to unveil it and hopefully hype it up.
I was working as the Project Manager on this one and I had a very good crew in my general session as well as my breakout crew. The problem was the particular person the client had assigned to the General Session to oversee it from their point of view. He was a young man about 22-25 years of age. It quickly became apparent that he had never done anything at like this before. I won't go into details, but it wasn't a pleasant experience and I was so tense by the time I got home I felt like I had some muscle cramps coming on.
As the water flowed over me I felt some of the tenseness leave and I began to let my mind wander. After I had been in a little while I felt a difference in air pressure. I heard a few noises letting me know someone else was home. I just stood there and began soaping away my worries.
All of a sudden I felt soft warm hands begin to slide over my wet soapy skin. All over my back. My neck. My arms. It felt sooo good. The tenseness I still had left began seeping away slowly and then faster and faster. The hands came around and encircled me and began rubbing my chest. Brushing my nipples lightly. Using the soap on me. Slowly going down to my navel and cleaning me up. It felt so good that I just let it happen. I didn't do anything but lean against the shower wall and moan with pleasure. Soon I was lost in the total sensation of those wonderful wandering hands.
I began to harden under those ministrations. My ballsack got bigger and felt like it was lower. Those hands were everywhere it seemed. The right one began concentrating on my hardon and the left wandered to my nipples on both sides. Then it went behind me and began to soap up my ass cheeks. I gave a mighty moan and groan as questing fingers found the rosebud of my asshole. Gently but persistently I was entered first with one finger, and then two and finally three. I felt totally stretched. Meanwhile, the right hand was stroking me slowly up and down. Every now and then it would wander down to my balls and feel them up.