I work in an Irish pub named McNeal’s. I have been pouring beer and whiskey for the past four hours, all I can think about is my shower and my boyfriend Shane. Shane and I actually met in this pub. One night he was sitting at the end of the bar with all of his white collared buddies throwing back as many drinks as I could bring them. They were celebrating some big case they had just won.
He kept striking up conversation every time I came around, plus he would throw a couple bucks my way each time he got a drink. Who ever said that money doesn’t make you attractive. By the end of the night they were the only ones at the bar. We called them a cab and sent them on their way.
The next day looking quite pale Shane came back in for his keys. It was early in the day so there weren’t many customers. He thanked me for making sure that he and his buddies all got home safe. As he was talking to me I couldn’t help but notice how extremely gorgeous he was. He was tall around 6’1, nice build; you could tell that he frequented a gym. He filled out his suit and tie nicely. HE always wore dark suits, which matched his hair and complexion. I loved when he would wear blue shirts because it just made his striking blue eyes even more noticeable.
Even just thinking about him I could feel the excitement growing in my stomach. Only a couple more hours left and I can be home in his arms.
The last of our customers left, I cleaned off the tables, and waved well by to my fellow co-workers. As I drove home my mind kept wandering to all the things I wanted to do to Shane when I got in the door. I love taking him by surprise, not saying a word to him and just make love to him unexpectedly. I was ready to take his cock in my mouth and pleasure him until he could take it no more.
When I walked in the door my plans were foiled, he and Brad, one of his partners from the firm, were sitting at the kitchen table with files spread all over the kitchen.
“HI honey”, he said in a way that always made me grin.
“Looks like you boys have been hard at work.” I said as I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, oh well my plans would have to wait until later. “ Since you are busy I am going to take a shower. The bar was packed today.” I gave him one more lingering kiss on the mouth gently biting on his lower lip, giving him the signal that he should finish his work, because I had other plans for him.
As I walked away I peeked over my shoulder and gave Shane a wink. I made my way to the bedroom and began to undress. It felt good getting out of those smoke filled clothes. As I was getting my robe from the closet I stopped to look at myself in the mirror.
I have always liked the way I looked. Although I would never be model status I thought I was pretty. I am 5’2” and curvy. But my curves are in all the right places. My red hair is long enough that it brushed up against my nipples when I took it out of its braid. This gentle touch made my nipples instantly hard. My breasts are a firm 34 C. I wouldn’t change anything about them. I am a one hundred percent natural red head, and I can prove it with my neatly trimmed red bush. Most men I have been with have always found the coloring to be extremely exciting. Shane was no different.
I stepped into the shower and stood under the water just letting it run all over my body. It felt so nice just to relax. The water cascading down my back, and over my breast was so sensual I wish that someone were in the shower to enjoy it with me. I began to rub my breasts, cupping them from underneath. Twirling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hand down over my stomach reaching in-between my legs, feeling a warm dampness, which was not caused by the shower water. I pressed my middle finger down into the warmth, circling my clit. I raised my leg up onto the tub wall so I could reach deep into the silky softness. I moved my finger in and out, slowly slipping in a second. With each thrust i was getting closer and closer to climaxing. Wit the water running down my legs I could feel an orgasm approaching. A couple more seconds and I was going to be there.
Suddenly the door opened and the surprise had stopped all my efforts. Damn, I was so close. I pulled the shower curtain over to see Shane standing at the toilet. I caught just the glimpse of his cock as he unzipped to go to the bathroom. “Well if he is going to interrupt me he is just going to have to help me finish.” I thought to myself.
I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. “ Don’t even think about putting that gorgeous cock away mister.” And gorgeous it was. Shane dick was a good 7-½ inches cut when fully aroused, straight as an arrow.
Shane turned around and gave me an inquisitive look. “I was having a great personal session in the shower until you scared my orgasm off with your bathroom break. Now your going to have to help me get it back.”
I knelt down licking the tip of his cock. I could still taste a bit of urine. As soon as my lips wrapped around his head, he sprung up like a jack in the box. Shane grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. Wrapping me in a big towel he began to dry me off. Spending time caressing my breasts. The soft cotton felt so good. He bent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Gently sucking and flicking his tongue back and forth. His other had massaging and pulling at the other nipple.