Showers, (Storms, pt II), (23M/18F)

I was damn good at multitasking.

I had an arm wrapped around Paige’s petite form, wrestling her lips with mine, as I reached down to go through all the ministrations to get the shower going in my old bathroom. She slyly slid a hand down our stomachs to wrap around my thickening cock, smiling into a kiss.

“I really like this,” she said softly, as I moved her into the shower.

“Yeah?” I gave her beginning-to-glisten body a once over as I stroke my cock a couple of times. She had closed her eyes and pulled her hair back, stepping back into the heating spray. Water droplets traveled down her neck, splitting and travelling over her small, pert tits at so many angles. Her nipples shined, peaking up as she leaned back.

I stepped in, as we faced each other, grazing my hands comfortingly over her hips, and running my fingers over her skin. The water continued to cascade down, pooling for a second in her belly button before trekking downwards.

“Just…doing all this romantic stuff with another person,” she bit her lip and settled her deep blue eyes on mine. I smiled back, feeling my heart beat a bit faster before pulling her out of the spray and tight against my body.

“You’re stealing the water,” I laughed as I kissed her forehead and pawed at her ass.

“You should have just come closer!” she offered, giggling and kissing my neck.

That was a great idea. She moaned out as I spun her around, lightly slapping her ass, and pressing her forward. We managed to tightly place ourselves under the spray, which was an advantage for a litany of reasons, primarily because my thick, tan cock was nestled comfortably between her tight ass cheeks. Every few seconds she would wiggle that behind against me, laughing as I groaned out.

“You’re a spunky girl, Paige,” I admitted, balling her hair up and kissing her neck. She moaned out in appreciation as I reached down for some shampoo. I have to believe for the briefest second that I stopped touching her, she mind have really missed it, but before long I was shampooing up my hands and running them through her hair.

Moans of both sexual and just more vanilla pleasure permeated the sounds of the shower, as I shampooed and washed out her hair, kissing her neck every so often. I have to admit, I had to reach down and firmly place my hand on her stomach, to keep that ass from wiggling and distracting me.

I switched to soap next, and started massaging and cleaning her lovely breasts.

“You’re too good to me,” she moaned out, “you’re setting a really high standard for guys,”

I teased at her nipples, smiling into neck kisses as she moaned. I traveled back up to her ear.

“That’s my goal. You deserve something really good someday, Paige,” I promised, before nipping at her ear and laughing under another torrent of moans.

Surprisingly, she snaked a hand around and started to stroke my cock, her thumb playing with my head so sweetly and elegantly. Wrenching herself out of my grasp, she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me warmly on the lips.

“So do you,” she said as she pulled away, lowering herself to a squat and taking me into her mouth. My hand naturally found her hair, smoothing it out of her eyes, as I tipped my head back and groaned.

She blew me fast and passionately, jacking me off whenever she popped her mouth off. I pumped my hips in her direction, and groaned again as she licked down my dick to orally assault my heavy balls, still keeping up the hand job.

“Fuck you’re good,” I managed to breathe out. She probably knew what I was about to ask, because she interrupted me before I could speak again.

“Porn,” she said sternly after popping my balls out of her mouth and going back to sucking my dick. I was so fucking close. As I picked up speed, humping her face, I felt a smile curl around my cock, as she reached up and captured my hand with hers. I squeezed it tightly as I felt my orgasm rise, and let out a pretty deep groan as I blasted rope after rope after rope of cum down her eager throat.

Paige smiled through this, pursing her lips around the head of my dick and swallowing every drop, slowly stopping the hand job as my dick softened and hung lazily down. She planted one more kiss on the head before rising up.

Our lips met one more time in the shower before she tightly hugged me and pressed her head against my chest.

“I’m actually really tired now,” she giggled as I kissed the top of her head.

“C’mon then,” I shut off the water as we crawled out of the shower. She kept the hug up, and it was fucking adorable. I pushed her small body up on the bathroom counter, as she leaned back against the wall, while I grabbed two towels. After wrapping one around my waist, I hygienically assaulted her with the other, met with a torrent of giggles and sighs of relief. Meticulously, I dried off every inch of her, resisting my very primal urge to slip a finger inside that delectable pussy, or focus to much on her athletic ass. Finally, I wrapped the towel around her back, and pulled her closer to me, kissing her sweetly one more time, before finishing getting the towel around her and shuffling her to the bed.

Laying her down, and tucking her in, I then kissed her forehead.

“I’m going to be back in a second, gonna throw your clothes in the dryer,” she nodded sweetly, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around a pillow. Over the next five minutes I gathered up her yoga pants, tanktop, and pink bra (no panties, surprisingly enough), and tossed them in my parents drier.

As I headed back in the direction of the bed, I felt my cock swell in the towel, just at the sight of a pretty, naked girl turned away from me in bed. She had managed to get the covers artfully tossed off of her, to the point where I could see her taut back, and only the beginning of the curves of her ass.

I stifled a yawn as I dropped my towel and slid into bed behind her, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her closer to me. Again, my cock ended up comfortably settled against her bottom, as I kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes.

—

I woke up to a feeling of warmth and bliss, enveloping my tan dick. After my first real sleep, I was pretty glad to realize that what had transpired over the last 15 hours hadn’t been a dream, but I smiled even wider as I came to and saw Paige’s hair pulled back in a ponytail, letting her freely bob up and down onto my midafternon wood.

She smiled up at me when she realize I had been roused away, stretching out and laying her head down by my throbbing dick. She lazily stroked it as she maintained that sexy level of eye contact again.

“It’s crazy, you know. This is the second time in a day I’ve woken up to your amazing cock hard and pressing against me, I figured I should do something about it,”

“Well, morning blowjobs are never frowned up,” I laughed then moaned as she kissed the shaft.

“I was thinking something else…,” she trailed off as she brought herself up to her knees right by my side. She spread her legs ever so slightly and gave me a perfect view as she slid a finger up and down her cunt.

“So porn was really good about teaching me about blowjobs,” she offered, almost innocently, stifling a moan as she slid a finger in.

“Yeah?” I reached my hand out to run fingertips up her knee, but she slapped it away, before wrapping her fingers in mine.

“But,” she admitted softly, crawling over my lap, “Riding as always looked really intimidating,” she stopped fingering herself to stroke my cock, which was eagerly nestled between her thighs.

“I think I might be able to coach you through it,” I said softly, biting my lip and holding her gaze,”

“You’re the best,” she smiled as she slowly rose up onto her knees and positioned her dripping cunt right above my pre-cum producing member. With a simultaneous moan between the two of us, she sank down, almost choking my dick with her tight pussy.

I coached her through slowly bouncing up and down, circling her hips, and even just grinding back and forth, and absolutely just loved the euphoric sight of her tossing her head back and moaning as I was inside of her. Every so often I would pump my hips up, or reach out and grab a tit or rub her clit.

As we started to find our rhythm, my doorbell shrieked from upstairs, beginning a combination of it and some incessant pounding.

“What the fuck,” she moaned out as she started to slow down. I gripped her hip and kept up my pace.

“No no, it’s fine,” I groaned as she still was throttling my cock, “it’s probably just Jehovah’s witnesses.”

That would have been a boner killer for me, to be honest, but I had a beautiful girl riding my dick, so I was still going strong. She giggled at me, bending over to kiss my lips, as she started grinding against me again and moaning into my ear.

The creak of a door must have been made upstairs, because next a shrill voice made it’s way down into the basement, through the hallway, and into the room.

“Paige? Paige honey, are you here?”

The target of that question quickly stopped both moaning and grinding, blushing hardcore as our eyes quickly met.

“Fuck,” we said again in unison. We heard her mom gallivant around upstairs as Paige quickly bounded off of me and ran towards the laundry room, as her ass shook in such a lovely way.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whisper-yelled from that room, as she hopped back into mine on one leg, getting into her yoga pants. I must have been pretty stunned, because I just smiled and laughed at the sight (benevolently, of course). I was definitely a few years removed from being in a situation where my parents would be more angry than embarrassed to catch me, literally, with my pants down.

Her mom’s steps approached the stairwell, as she continued calling out. I shot Paige a look as she fumbled with her bra.

“Y-yeah! Mom I’m down here but I’ll come up!”

“Nonsense, baby, I’ll come down there! I want to see my neighbors!”

Paige started shaking a bit as she looked at me, a bit lost for what to do. I quickly bounded toward her, grabbed her tank top, and pulled it on, before kissing her.

“Take this,” I said, slipping the house’s spare key into her hand. “They weren’t here, they said you could let yourself in if shit went down,”

“Uh huh,” she smiled, thanking me with her eyes. Her mom and bounded down the steps by this point, and I playfully slapped her ass as I shuffled her out of the bedroom, closing the door and turning off the light.

Paige managed to escape unscathed (other than the ass slap of course), but I can’t say I didn’t feel emotional about that moment when I realized I had absolutely no idea if anything would transpire between us over my last few days house sitting.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4l6bzr/showers_storms_pt_ii_23m18f