I have exchanged dirty emails and such with her, but never shared anything publicly before. Please be kind, but feedback is appreciated.
Part I: Three Reasons
My job is getting the hot water flowing and making sure the temperature is ok for our entrance; hers is getting in first and taking care of the fine tuning. I’m not really sure how this arrangement started, especially since it’s her shower, but I know exactly why I stick with it.
I pull my shirt off over my head as I follow her into the bathroom, and watch her do the same. Reason number 1: if she’s getting in first, she’s getting naked first. I turn on the water and watch her strip down. I am not talking about some showy strip tease, and believe me, she doesn’t need to try to put on a show. Her movements are totally natural, totally unconscious, and totally sexy. Her body is everything I could ever want, and there is nothing better than watching her be herself. I am treated to an eyeful as I feel the water, and my blood, warming. When she catches my eye to ask if the water is ready, I am fully hard, and can see she is fully aware of the effect she has on me. I’m not sure which of us enjoys it more.
She steps in, and lets out something between a sign of content and a moan of pleasure as the water hits her. From outside the shower, I can just picture the look and feel of the fine goosebumps the hot water raises on her skin as her body adjusts to the warm shower and still cool air. That sound, the anticipation of putting my hands on her warm, wet body, and the response I am expecting from her when I do are reason number 2. I take a moment to savor the thoughts and let my eyes run over her discarded clothes before I drop my pants and follow her in.
She must have just finished dialing the temperature in, as she is still facing the front. She steps forward, letting the water wet her hair, and I am treated to the sight of it flowing over her back and shoulders and down her ass. She lets out a little shiver, which only improves the sight, and I move to embrace her. I press myself against her back, feeling her hot, slick flesh against me, and wrap myself around her. She folds her arms up over mine and melts against my body as I kiss her neck. The taste of her skin after a long day, the feeling every muscle in her body relaxing, and the smell that envelopes me, well, there is just nothing like it. There’s that sigh/moan again. And that is reason 3.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3klo6j/mf_the_shower_part_i_three_reasons