My boyfriend [M] and I [F] touch each other in the shower ?❤️ TESSA UPDATE TO: getting eaten out for the first time ?

Hi everyone!

Here is another much awaited update. A few people were also wondering how Ashton and I met, so here’s that quickly! We met in class, he was a guest speaker as a later year English student and after he finished his presentation and class was over I asked if I could talk to him more about his work and classes he took. We ended up talking for about four hours until a coffee shop made us leave and we haven’t stopped talking since :)

Hi, if you’re new here!! My names Tessa and I write stories about me and my boyfriend Ashton :) they’re all real and not always super amazing, but people seem to love them so here they are!!

Our descriptions:

Me (Tessa): golden brown/blonde hair, blue/grey eyes, 5’5, tan-ish skin
Him (Ashton): 6,6, dark brown hair, green eyes, deep deep voice, some tattoos, muscular

I’m a virgin and he’s the opposite (very experienced, like very very). If you want to read more about what we’ve done, I’ve written about him going down on me, us touching ourselves together, me giving him a blowjob for the first time and him using a vibrator on me.

I went over to Ashton’s place at around eight; he had football training (he’s like really super good) and I knew he would be tired so I picked up a pizza and a tub of ice cream on the way and knocked on his door. He opened it, looking beat and dressed in just a pair of sweatpants and smiled down at me.

“You’re the perfect girlfriend” he said, kissing me and pulling me into the apartment. I giggled and he held me tightly to his chest. His skin was warm and my head just reached his collarbone, I turned my head to kiss his peck and squeeze him in a hug. We hadn’t seen each other in a few days and it’d felt weird: I was visiting my parents down the coast and even though we’d ‘sexted?’ (I can totally do a story on that because oh boy haha) it wasn’t like the real thing.

I told him to go sit down and I brought some pizza to him, turning on The Office (because obviously) and snuggling up to his side. We talked, laughing at the show and eating pizza.

I was sat in my clothes from work: a short black skirt, black pantyhose, little black boots and a white button down. My hair was up in a pony tail and my loose curls fell over Ashton’s shoulder as I lay my head on it, sighing contently. He reached over and played with the buttons on my shirt, snapping a few off so that the tops of my breasts were peaking out. I heard Ashton groan and I looked up at him.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, reaching for his hand and playing with his fingers.

He smiled sleepily and gave me a kiss. We kissed lazily, softly and I reached my hand to the back of his hair and tugged gently. A throaty noise from Ash moved into the kiss and he reached for my waist, squeezing me lightly.

I hopped up off of his side and stood up, looking down at him. His dark hair was tousled and his eyes were sleepy, lips swollen and red from kissing.

“I’m just going to take a shower, I feel gross in my clothes” I told him. I’d been at work all day and wanted to curl up next to him in just one of his shirts. Walking to the bathroom I closed the door slightly so the noise of the shower wouldn’t be too loud and took my clothes off. I hopped into the warm water and stood there for a moment, rubbing my hands up and down myself and catching myself lingering on my breasts. Making out with Ashton always gets me turned on, he could probably just look at me and I’d get wet. I kept playing with my nipples, imaging it was him. I didn’t want to ask him to join me, he was tired and I was capable of showering myself. Even though my hands didn’t have callouses on them and I couldn’t feel his body close. I let out a little whimper and rubbed my thighs together before I heard his voice, startling me.

“You look so beautiful” a deep voice came from behind the glass of the shower door. I rubbed it clean of water and looked at him, his sweats off and his eyes on me. Ashton and I have showered together, but not ever sensually, in a way. We’ve never touched each other sexually in the shower, and usually I’m so self conscious I’m out in five minutes and wrapped in a towel.

I moved and slid the door open, breathing heavily. He looked me up and down, hand running through his hair and I looked down to his downstairs area; he was hard. He stepped in and I covered myself with my arms. Grabbing my wrists softly he pulled them down, kissing my cheek and rubbing my wrists.

“Don’t cover up” He said into my ear before rubbing his hands down my sides and up to my breasts. He cupped them both and teased my nipples, swooping his head down to suck on them. I was ovulating (maybe TMI I’m sorry) and my nipples were so sensitive; it made me moan out loud. He chuckled, not expecting my response. I traced the sides of his body as he moved me to press my back against the wall. Giggling as he started to kiss my neck, the water spraying down between us. I brought his face up to mine and kissed him, smiling. Our bodies were pressed up against one another, his thing hard and pressing up against my stomach.

“You’re so pretty” He said, looking down at me and kissing my shoulder.

“You’re pretty too” I said giggling softly, trailing my hand down his chest and further until he tensed up. Looking at him in the eyes I traced my fingers around the top of him, watching his body jerk and start to breathe heavily. I blushed at his response and moved my hand lower into a fist, squeezing him gently. He was hard and warm and soft all at the same time. I moved my hand up and down slowly, biting my lip and looking at his expression change from sleepy and cute to darker and heavier. His hand snaked to my waist and clutched at my side, swearing and breathing heavily.

“Your hand feels so much better than mine” he told me, looking down at my small hand moving up and down between us. I blushed and buried my head in his chest, continuing to move slowly and squeezing at the top (I’ve seen him do this so I just copy him and he seems to like it!!). I reached my head up and kissed his chest and neck, sucking and biting him softly. He ran a hand up and started playing with my nipples again, making me gasp into his skin and squeeze him.

“Fuck, fuck” he said as I did, running a hand through his hair.

“Look at me” he said, making my blushing face meet his. I started to move faster, batting my lashes at him and watching him tense up. Feeling suddenly brave I slid to the floor of the shower and looked up at him, feeling him still in my hand and kissing the tip of him before wrapping my lips around him.

“Holy shit” he exclaimed and groaned.

“Tess-“ he moaned and I felt him tense on my tongue. I looked up at him, his eyes staring down at my lips and I felt him throb. Warm liquid came into my mouth and I continued sucking, softer once I felt him jerk from the sensitivity. I let go of him and looked up again, swallowing and smiling nervously.

“What’re you doing to me” he groaned and pulled me up, kissing me hard against the tiles. I giggled against his mouth.

“Okay?” I asked curiously.

“No, the worst thing in the world” he joked, making me stick my tongue out and push his arm softly. He chuckled and lent in close

“You make me cum so fucking hard it should be illegal”. I shook my head and blushed, not meeting his eyes.

“I’m serious, the way you look up at me, the way you wrap your pretty pink lips around my co-“

“Okay okay I get it” I giggled embarrassedly and put a finger up to his mouth to shush him.

“What, you don’t want to hear about how you make me twitch inside your mouth and how watching you swallow makes my dick hard again?” I groaned slightly – out of embarrassment and from how much I was turned on.

“You didn’t seem to mind it when I was describing it on the phone to you last night” he said in my ear, biting down on my lobe and grazing his teeth along my jaw. I’d been wet since I saw him, probably since the last time I saw him, and everything he was saying made it even more intense. Without noticing I crossed my legs together and he glanced down. He looked at me and chuckled.

“I think if I moved my hand down here”, he said, doing just that, “you’d be soaked. Am I right?” He lingered his fingertips just above where I wanted him to touch.

“Would I be correct, Tessa?” He asked quietly. I nodded furiously and bucked my hips slightly. Moving his hand he felt me, closing his eyes.

“You’re dripping” He said, moving a finger up and down me. I moaned into his chest; I had masturbated with him on the phone a night ago but it didn’t feel as good as when he does it. He used his knee to push my legs apart before pushing one finger in, making me clench around him.

“One finger and you’re this tight? Jesus fucking Christ Tess”, he moved his finger in and out of my slowly. I’d never had him touch me standing up, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to without buckling my knees and falling. I leant against his body as he kept moving, suddenly moving his finger up to hit the spot that I love.

“Ashton” I moaned into his chest, feeling his breathing increase and his finger moving faster and faster.

“Hmmm, we cant forget about this little swollen clit of yours, can we?” He whispered, moving his thumb to press against it. My legs jerked and I gasped as he moved his hand against it. My legs were tingling and there was the feeling I get in the bottom of my stomach. My nipples rubbed against his chest and I rested my head against the wall, unable to speak or do anything. He moved his finger up back to the spot I love making me tighten again around him.
He looked at me, assessing how I was doing.

“Wait for me to say” he said. I groaned and whimpered as he went faster and faster. It felt too good, too intense and too much.

“I’m not – I’m not going to be able to hold on” I told him breathlessly. He shook his head and kept going at the fast pace.

“Wait for me to allow you to cum” I whimpered, I needed to cum, I needed to.

“Good girl, come on, wait for me. Don’t make me give you a ruin” he said, confusing me and making me hold on. I didn’t know what a ruin was, but it didn’t sound good. I bit my tongue and clenched around him again, groaning and rocking my hips back and forward.

“Come for me” he said and with that I was gone, my legs buckled beneath me and one strong arm held me close to him, continuing to move his fingers. He kissed my forehead, cheeks and finally reached my mouth.

“I didn’t think you were going to last” he said, surprised. I shook my head and smiled softly

“Trust me, neither did I” I giggled.

We finished washing in the shower and he brought me one of his shirts, slipping it over top of me and holding my hand, walking to bed. Lying me down I cuddled up next to him, and I was out like a light in under two minutes.

Soooo that was our night!! I have two other ones coming soon: phone sex with him and also him and I talking about having sex (which turned into more things) which I’ll post soon!!

Thankyou so much for reading, I know it’s not incredible and as always, I’m not an erotic writer nor am I trying to be one :).

Oh oh oh and I’ve almost got 500 followers?!!????? What????!! Like guys – you are all so so cool I did not expect that. Also Ash says hi as I type this and he says that you guys should tell us what you’d like us to do because he’s feeling turned on and pretty much just wants to do stuff now so I have to goooo but thankyou for reading and I hope you have an amazing day ❤️❤️

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11 comments

  1. My my, teasing and ruins, you might be in for a *very* fun time of experimentation, our dear Tessa… of course the interesting question is whether you’d rather find out what one is by watching one (there are, for example, a couple of lasses who record some very fun videos of themselves – though of course you might not enjoy watching that sort of thing, which is fair enough… it’s amazing hearing about you exploring things with Ashton!), or experiencing it. ;)

    Obviously it’s a shame you make some terrible mistakes…

    > not always super amazing

    > I know it’s not incredible and as always, I’m not an erotic writer

    But the rest’s so amazing we’ll forgive you. :)

    And what would we like you to do? Well, we’d like you to carry on with that amazing combination of utterly adorable and scorching hot!

    Plus, well, it depends a lot on what appeals to you, doesn’t it?

    I mean, we could suggest that Ashton could tie your wrists together and then to the corner of the bed or something, and then see just how long he can stroke and tease and turn you on without actually quite letting you cum? But if the idea of being turned into a very wet and swollen and aching and frustrated little Tessa doesn’t appeal to you, then that’d be a pretty terrible suggestion, right? (Would it be even worse if he got you into that state, and then got himself off while you watched and couldn’t do a damn thing about it?)

    I guess in general, are there any things you’re curious about? Any things you know you really *aren’t* curious about?

    Thank you as always for sharing, and I look forward to hearing more with antici…

    …pation!

  2. Tessa, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You two are amazing together. I love your writing style – fun, flirty, innocent, and daring all in one. Instead of reading about a sex crazed event (so common on GWS, of which I am guilty of writing), your stories read more like a sweet romance story, each event building up on what happened previously and leaves your reader wanting more in the next episode, which easily explains the 500+ followers, of which I am happy to be.

    As for feeling your writing should take on another style, don’t. I have coached many writers over the last 20+ years, and one thing I always tell them is to just be yourself. Tell your story the way you want to tell it, not the way others want you to tell it. If someone doesn’t like your story, then they can move on to whatever floats their boat. Your writing style is just like your fingerprint – 100% unique to you and no one else. Don’t judge your writing on others. Judge your writing against your other writings. That being said, I see a growth in your self-confidence in your writing going back to your first post.

    Don’t stop writing your heart.
    Don’t stop loving your Ashton.
    And please, for the sake of your 500+ followers…
    Don’t. Stop. Sharing.

  3. I love your stories so much. The pacing is great and you describe the action perfectly. Very inspiring in a number of ways ?

  4. Love the update! =) On things you can do, maybe experiment with temperature play… Like use ice cubes on one another, warm glass toy, etc. Tell us how that goes. ☺️

  5. you’re so beautiful n pure!! i love reading these n can’t wait to experience it myself. keep writing princess

  6. Wow, just discovered your profile and you have great stuff. My wife and I are the only people we’ve each had sex with and the things you talk about really remind me of how our sexuality progressed from our first kiss to being married today. I’m sure everyone asks, are you just waiting for the right person/time for sex? And based on your stories seems like your bf has a pretty good sized cock, can’t wait to hear about how slowly he has to put it in you when you have sex for the first time (remember lube is your best friend). Last thing, nothing is more sexy than a sweet girl being naughty (my wife is the same way) so if you didn’t wear panties under a skirt or took them off halfway through a date and gave them to your bf he would literally melt. My wife will do things like that and totally catch me off guard and I love it.

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