Fucking in a Dark Shower [MF]

This was the thing; I didn’t even want to have an adventure on the day I did. I was tired, alright. Tired and completely done with the day. It’s funny, though, how thin your perspective on sleep becomes after a perfect pair of legs walks by. Her name was Emily, and I’ll tell you guys all about her.

I had to be in the city the next day for my study (I was 23 at the time) and because I didn’t have an apartment yet, I had to sleep at a friend’s. Thom was a casual guy, seemed always relaxed, never minded me sleeping on his floor, and was always around people. This particular night, he was out, but he told me to make myself at home. I knew where everything was.

I got in at ten in the evening. At 22:14 I was sitting in the common kitchen, reading a book – I believe it was Alice in wonderland – and drinking a cup of tea. It was quiet in the kitchen and I was grateful for that. The day had been long and I needed this easy conclusion. Or so I thought.

22:17, a noice filled the room. A door opened and a girl came in. She was wearing her black hair in a ponytail and glasses that were a bit fogged up. Her legs were in tight leggings, perfectly hugging them. You can guess it; it was Emily. Emily was one of Thom’s housemates. I’d seen her before and we’ve talked a bit. She was always in a good mood and I liked that about her. But seeing her like this, made me notice some other things I liked.

“Been out for a jog?” I asked her.

“Jep.” She smiled a radiating smile while still catching up with her breathing. Her chest was falling up and down and from underneath the loose shirt she was wearing, I could see her breasts appearing and disappearing. I guessed she had big C’s. Emily was a pretty small girl, but maintained her body like no other. Her stomach, I guessed, would be flat. Her legs were perfectly muscled, her ass round, her hips were the kind of hips that are waiting for you to grab them and push the girl that is attached to them against a wall. “Isn’t Thom home? Taking care of his guest and all?” She added.

“He’s out.”

“As always.” She shook her head in a jokingly fashion and went about her business. She went around the kitchen searching for a banana or something. Meanwhile her ass wiggled behind her and her ponytail flailed from side to side. I closed my book.

It was 22:41 and I decided to go to bed. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

22:42. She came in, again. This time without the glasses and with a towel in her hand. The bathroom was pretty spacious and there was an awkwardness in the air.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said as if she’d caught me doing something weird.

“Don’t be.” I smiled, looked at her, and continued brushing my teeth. “If you want, I can close my eyes or turn around or something and you can hop in.” I hinted at the shower with my thumb. And she hesitated. Boy, did she hesitate. Her eyes jumped off every wall.

“All right, sure.”

I felt blood rushing through my body. My heart was going insane. I closed my eyes AND turned around – look up ‘gentleman’ in the dictionary and you’ll see a picture of me with a top hat and a monocle. I heard clothes being dragged off her body and falling to the ground. She wasn’t shy. I’ll give her that. Then I heard the water running and she called for me to open my eyes again. The heap of clothes she left behind was staring at me. Between the leggings and the shirt were two red pieces of undergarments. I heard her humming a song.

“Water is good?” I asked and immediately regretted asking.

“Water’s GREAT.”

“Need anything?”

“No thanks.” And then there was a slight pause. “Oh, wait! You could hand me my shampoo. The orange bottle.”

I took the bottle and walked up to the curtain of the shower. I turned my head the other way and inserted my arm in the void behind the curtain. My hand became wet. I felt her taking the bottle. “Thanks, Daniel.” Her voice seemed different. More serious, somehow. I pulled my arm back, but at the last moment, I felt her hand stopping me. She felt warm and soft.

“Daniel?”

“What’s up?” Trying to sound casual.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Off course I – ” Before I could respond, she pulled my hand closer and opened it. The next moment, I felt skin. And it was only after a second or two that I realized it was her back. I felt her, as if she’d asked me to. First the top, her neck, feeling hints of her black hair draping down. Then lower, her hips. Running three fingers across her skin, feeling. Then lower, her ass, which was incredibly soft. Three fingers turned into a full hand and I grabbed her. I heard a soft moan from her side of the curtain. I was still blind.

Slowly, she turned around and guided my hands to her breasts. I wondered about upgrading them to D’s. The blood in my dick was rushing. My jeans were not made for moments like these. I played with her nipple and my arm becoming soaking wet in the process. I felt her chest rising and falling. Her breathing became intense.

“Emily?”

First a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“You want me to come in?”

And that silence was seven years, approximately. The rushing of the water filled the room in damp.

“Mmmhmm” That was a yes. “But turn the lights off.”

I closed the lights and threw my clothing on the heap she left behind. I remember vividly standing there, in front of that shower in the dark. Teeth brushed, ready to go to bed, and exactly one moment from joining a girl in the shower who I’ve never seen in anything but clothes. I stepped in.

She was turned with her back to me, I could still see the water trickling down her ass and her legs. My hands went to her hips and the tip of my hard cock was slightly against her. I pulled her closer to me, my dick pushed against her back. I kissed her neck. She reached over with her slender arm and took my head. She turned her face around and she kissed me. Her lips were perfect. They moved slowly, shyly, at first, as if she had to find her way in the dark, but became more more aggressive as time gave way.

She took both my hands and put them on her tits and threw her head back. The sound of the rushing water and the sounds of that moaning girl before me were in perfect harmony. I kissed her neck, I kissed her back. I wanted to leave no spot untouched. Then I pushed her against the wall. She didn’t mind. No, it was as if she wanted me to get her against the cold tiles. My left hand ran down her back. Down her ass. Between her legs, two fingers found their way. Slowly running up and down. Emily’s face was against the wall and moans escaped her mouth, fogging up the tiles.

“Daniel?” She asked.

“Emily?” I responded.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

Fuck, I did. And so we did. I bend her over slightly and took my cock in my hand. First softly, easy, teasing her. Her legs were shaking and out of her mouth came some sort of impatient gibberish. Then I pushed myself inside her. She gasped and called out my name. I took her by her hips and fucked her against those bathroom tiles. Darkness all around us, being able to see only the glimmer of wet boobs and flashing hair.

The splashing became harder and louder. Her nails had found their way into the back of my head. She was panting. Out of breath and on the verge, I knew it.

“Oh, fuck.” She whispered against the tiles as if it was a secret. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I took her harder and harder and harder until… “I’m fucking – “ her body started to shake, moaning was replaced by almost screaming. I buried myself completely into her. Her perfect wet ass against my legs. My hands on her tits. I held her like that, and I could keep holding her like that for an eternity.

When she turned around, she kissed me and started jerking me off. I forced her on her knees. She didn’t seem to mind. I came in a matter of seconds when her lips touched my cock. She smiled at me as the jets of hot sperm covered her body.

After, we kissed, washed each other, ate a sandwich, and fell asleep in her bed at 01:34. I’ve never slept on the floor next to Thom since.

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