‘Heading out now. I’ll be home soon.’ That’s what the text message reads as I hit send.
“Thanks for the ride, man,” I tell my brother with a fist bump. It’s way too hot and we’re way too sweaty for a hug. I load my bike onto the rack on the back of my car and he throws his into the bed of his truck. We go our separate ways until we meet again next weekend. On the drive home I roll the windows down and crank the radio up, still riding the endorphins. This new lifestyle is great. I’m in shape for the first time in my life, I’ve got energy, stamina. Life’s good.
I pull into my garage some time later and unload my bike, hanging it on the hooks above my car. I hang my helmet by the door and remove my shoes. When I open the door into the house I stop dead in my tracks. I hear the water running in the shower, but my girlfriend is sitting on the edge of the couch wearing her red silk robe. Her grin betrays that she’s been waiting for me to get home. She gracefully raises off the couch and walks, almost floats, over to me. Without a sound, she takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom.
Steam is already billowing out of the shower. She turns to me and pulls my sweat-soaked shirt off, lustfully eyeing my chest and stomach. She slowly lowers herself before me and pulls my shorts down to the floor, revealing just what kind of effect all this attention is having on me. She stands back up, grin spread wide across her face and eyes locked on mine. She lets her robe fall to the ground and steps back into the shower. She holds her hand out for me to join her, but I stand there a moment and enjoy the view. I can tell she’s spent all morning on herself for me.
I put my hand in hers and she almost pulls me into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. I stand under the warm water and her on the other side. Her hands are all over me in an instant spreading the water evenly and wiping off the first layers of sweat, grime, and sunblock. She turns me away from her and I hear a bottle open. The water runs over my face and chest as she slowly rubs soap over my back and shoulders, working her way down to my ass, then my thighs, scrubbing between them but stopping just before she reaches the sensitive parts. I let out a low moan, begging to be touched as the warm water breaks over my erection.
She turns me back around and starts back up at my shoulders. As her hands scrub the soap across my chest, her eyes lustfully trace the outlines of my developing muscles. Her bottom lip curls between her teeth as she washes my new abs. Wholly seduced, I feel almost like clay in her hands with no real thoughts of my own. Just desire. Desire for her, to do anything she’d ask of me. In this moment I would burn the earth if she asked it of me, but that’s not what she wants. She wants me. She wants to drink me in and take her time studying my new body. I stand perfectly still, like her personal David, moving only when she urges me to, flexing my muscles into any desired position.
She drops to her knees, washing my thighs and calves before she allows her eyes to finally fall upon my engorged penis, throbbing and dripping with anticipation. Her hands on my thighs, a grin across her face, she looks up to me as her tongue slowly emerges from her lips and lifts the head of my cock into her mouth. I let out a heavy moan as she closes her lips around me and I almost fall back against the wall. She closes her eyes and takes me in deep as she sucks hard, pressing her tongue tight to the bottom of my shaft and moaning around it. She rakes her nails up and down my thighs as she bobs her head before moving a hand to massage my testicles.
With all the buildup, I know I’m not going to last long. I warn her as such, and in return she looks into my eyes and smiles as she picks up the pace. I grit my teeth as I try to hold it in, but I just can’t. With a loud moan, I begin to cum. I shoot a rope into her mouth and she quickly pulls me out, her grin growing wider as she strokes me quickly, letting the rest of my orgasm land across her face, neck, and breasts.
Panting, I fall to my knees and hold her tight, whispering my love into her ear. Once I’ve regained my strength, we help each other back up and, giggling, clean each other up. We turn the shower off and put our robes on, still grinning and laughing, still out of breath. I pull her close and kiss her long and deep, breathing her in, before I sweep her off her feet into my arms, carrying her off into the kitchen so I can make my love some lunch.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/50fjl5/showering_with_love_mfshortoralseduction
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