Things Left Unsaid 1

He hadn't tried mushrooms in years, so he didn't hesitate in his purchase when they were finally legalized in his state. He didn't know how potent the chocolate infused candy was, so he put one in his mouth and let it melt on his tongue, as he checked the time; 8:20am.

He realized he didn't have long to get to her house before it kicked in, so he hurriedly hopped in the car and hit the road. He'd brought some Adderall for his host, and picked up some drive thru breakfast on the way.

He pulled into the steep gravel driveway at 8:55, and noticed the drug's effects starting; he couldn't stop grinning. Breakfast in hand, he let himself in the side door with a light knock. Cheerfully he announced, "Good morning!"

He saw movement in the nest of blankets and pillows on the living room couch, and decided it looked very comfortable. He stepped quietly into the living room, and sat down on the couch, next to the pile of bedding. "I brought breakfast and gifts," he said quietly. He heard a groan from the pile, as she slowly peeled back layers of blankets.

He put the breakfast on the table and took her hand, depositing two Adderall, as she continued freeing herself from the blankets with the other. "Oh thank God," she muttered, tossing both pills in her mouth, which she washed down with the last bit of port in the bottle.

"Breakfast too," he said, smiling, and motioning towards the table. She kept the last blanket over her, but it was immediately obvious to him that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The outline of her plump breasts was clearly visible in the lines of the thin sheet. He wasn't sure how long he had been staring before she chuckled and said, "You know, you're not very subtle." His cheeks flush with embarrassment, he mumbled an apology, and started unpacking the breakfast to divert attention from himself.

He found himself staring again, as she ate, but caught himself before she did. "I'm trying out some mushroom chocolate," he said, adding, "I don't even know how many years it's been."

He saw the mischievous gleam in her large, dark eyes, which complemented the deviousness of her wide, smirkish grin. "Wait here a sec," she said, still bearing the devilish, almost seductive grin, and walking past him towards the bathroom.

While he waited, he let go, allowing the drugs to navigate his thoughts. Immediately his mind conjured the image of her lying bare beneath a thin blanket. He imagined her tossing aside the blanket, exposing plump, pale, fleshy breasts. He was still admiring the natural beauty, conjured by his imagination when she came back in, blurting, "It's all set up! You should go take a candlelit shower. You'll thank me after."

He agreed, grinning, "Yeah, that actually sounds delightful. Thank you!" The imagined perfection of her breasts still in his minds eye, he asked sheepishly, " Towels?" She answered immediately, "Hanging inside the door! You need anything else?"

Starting towards the dimly lit bathroom, he said "Not that I can think of," as he closed the door, he peeped, "I'll just be a few!"

The shower was already running, with scented candles burning and filling the room with a flowery fragrance. He pulled a gray t shirt over his head, then slid off his shoes and socks, before unbuttoning his dark blue jeans.

He'd only been in the steamy shower for a moment, before his mind wandered back to her. He realized he'd started stroking himself under the hot water, rapidly going from aroused to ravenous. His cock grew in his hand as he stroked, envisioning his psychedelic fantasy, while she waited in the other room.

He suddenly felt awkward, realizing it wasn't entirely appropriate to fantasize about his host while masturbating in her shower. He stopped jerking off, hoping to distract his over eager imagination with the visual and tactile sensations of the extra hot, candle lit shower. Eyes closed, he faced the shower head as the water ran over him.

He didn't even notice the slight draft of air, when the door opened briefly. As he blindly slicked back his hair under the water from shower, he wasn't immediately certain whether he was hallucinating the tactile sensation from her hand sliding up and down his wet, slick cock.

Fearing it was his imagination, he embraced the sensual pleasure without opening his eyes. He let out a moan as the pace quickened, and allowed his mind to fill with imaginings of her naked body. Leaning forward, he braced himself with both hands against the shower wall, and let himself be overwhelmed with the physical pleasure, real or imagined.

She stood silent outside the curtain, still stroking his stiff cock with her right hand, while she vigorously rubbed her clit with her left. His fantasies weren't entirely his own, and her head was cluttered by her own lustful imagination.

He'd had enough drug experience to know this wasn't an acid hallucination, but refused to open his eyes, fearing it would stop before he had finished. Instead he moaned, mumbling "mmm, god yes, oh God don't stop" as his cock swelled in her firm grip, climax imminent.

Realizing he was close, she focused on getting herself off, before she finished him. He noticed the intermittent pauses in his own pleasure, as she got herself nearer to orgasm, caressing his firm cock in her hand. He felt her grip tighten, but the noise of water splashing down on his face blocked out her muffled orgasmic moans.

She nursed her orgasm for as long as she could, close to a full minute. She was quietly muttering, to avoid being heard over the shower. "Fuck me, fuck me, please. God I want that cock inside me. Let me feel you cum in my pussy, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard until you cum. God yes give me that cock, I want to feel you cum."

As the intensity of her orgasm waned, her focus returned to his dick, still hard in her hand - a blur of motion as she jacked him off more and more rapidly. She enjoyed listening to his hushed vocalizing, and finding out what sounds she could elicit. She heard his quiet, "Oh fuck, please don't stop. Mmmm fuck, keep going, you're going to make me cum."

He kept both hands on the shower wall, eyes closed, while she jacked off his hard, wet dick. She felt his cock engorge as he got closer to orgasm, and his already pleasantly large dick became almost intimidating in length and girth. Even her imagination didn't give him that much credit, and she felt herself becoming aroused again by the surprise.

Her small, soft hand was firmly wrapped around his cock, rapidly sliding up and down in a blur when she felt him begin to climax. She changed her grip, and the rapid stroking turned into a more meticulous, slow strokes from base to tip, like she was milking him for his cum. She listened intently, as he rambled, 'fuck yes, I'm gonna cum, don't fucking stop. Mmm god damn, keep going. Jack me off, baby, God I want to cum for you'

She felt his cock twitch when he came. She didn't stop, even when she could feel the weight and warmth of his seed on her hand. She kept stroking, drawing out every drop of cum, and she felt all his tenseness dissipate, as the water rinsed her hand of his ejaculate.

Intensely satisfied, he finally opened his eyes, and peered past the shower curtain. The bathroom was empty, and door closed. Nothing seemed out of place. He turned off the water and towel dried, got dressed, and went back to the living room, where he saw her waiting. She looked up and smiled, "my shower is awesome, right?"

He saw the gleam in her eyes and mischief on her lips, and replied, "Best shower ever, actually! That was much more pleasant than I'd expected."

She began to reach for a breakfast sandwich with her wet right hand, but switched to her left as soon as she realized the implication. He noticed without noticing, and neither of them mentioned it again, even if they both thought of it often.