Jake and I hadn’t properly spoken in years, but a few months ago, on a New Year’s party, we remet and got along pretty well. After that we stayed in touch, texted a bit here and there and eventually, in the beginning of March, I went to visit the city where he studied and stayed 3 nights at his place; 3 pretty hot nights.
Since then, we spoke on a daily basis. We texted, I wrote a few stories, he wrote me what he wanted to do to me and we started sending pictures. Soon, we began to talk via skype or the phone. Altogether, I’d say we kept things pretty heated up.
Few weeks later, he moved and I went to see him in his new place. He lived in a shared flat before, now he has a nice appartment just for himself – which of course needed to be properly deflowered.
Quickly about us: He is 6.3, handball player, athletic, 23 years old… Seems much older than he actually is when you first meet him. Altogether quite nice to look at I must say. I am 5.4, a year older than him, slender, dark blonde hair down to my waist.
To sum it up – we had quite a fun weekend. I waited so long to touch him, therefore I got turned on easily and he didn’t mind not wasting the short time we had together in the bedroom.
What we had always spoken about was showering together, so on Saturday after breakfast, we decided to fulfill that plan. Luckily his shower is pretty big, with two glass doors, so we easily fit in together without risking to flood the bathroom.
As soon as we were under running water, he started to kiss me, very gently and carefully. I love the feeling of bare skin touching, with the warm water covering us, making everything feel so intense. We held each other tight, leaving no space between us. He had his hands on my hips while I put my arms around is neck, digging my hands into his now wet hair, pulling his head towards me so I could feel his lips, getting more passionate with every kiss. Eyes closed, the touch of his skin on mine was overwhelming, every fibre of my body was aware of him being with me, right there in the moment.
Sadly, without high heels, it’s rather difficult for me to have sex while standing, so I hadn’t planned anything in the shower. But his beautiful body right in front of me, his gorgeous cock, uncovered and hard, turned me on and I couldn’t resist it. We still stood tightly embraced when I moved my hand down, slowly starting to stroke his penis with my fingers. I felt him shiver under my touch. He tried to touch my pussy, but I told him not to. This was all about him. I wanted to please him as much as I could, so I kept going, carefully teasing his glans and grabbing and massaging his balls.
He tensed. We were leaning against each other, his arms around me as he held on tightly, his head on my shoulder. I felt his body reacting to my touch, felt his breath quicken, as he slowly came closer. I wanted to look at him so badly, but the water that still poured over us didn’t allow me to open my eyes. So I just listened to the rushing sound and concentrated on his instinctive movements that gave away what he liked. By then I had his dick in my hand, gripping it tightly and quickly moving it up and down.
I don’t know how long that moment lasted but at some point his body stiffened, his fingers digged in to my skin and I felt him shaking as he came, releasing his load onto my hand and stomach. I hadn’t expect that jerking him off would work like that, but I savoured the moment of him letting go and obviously enjoying the situation as much as I did. After he was done, he relaxed and we slowly untightened our clenched muscles. I grinned in his face and he smiled back, pulling me into another hug and kissing my hair, while I wrapped my arms around his waist.
We finished showering, as far as I can say happy with having lived up to the expectations we had built up beforehand, and continued to have a fun weekend!
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So this is it. 4 Posts in 5 weeks… all about the same person, just because the memories are still that clear. But sadly, I have reached the end of this story line, as I can’t give you a happy ending to this one. After all we’ve said, after all we’ve done, he wasn’t feeling okay with giving the concept of “us” a chance. I’ll keep the memories though, of this short but passionate and beautiful adventure that it has been!
Maybe some day I’ll be back here with new storys about a new person – most likely under a new name though. Until then, I hope you enjoyed my writings and I already look forward to read yours!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bftwqw/making_him_come_in_the_shower_fm
This brings back some memories