So there we are. Michael and I are in the bathroom. Together. Completely naked – as we have been for literally hours and hours now – but it’s only at that point, with all my makeup wiped away that I’m actually *feeling* naked.
He’s had his hands on my face for the last while when he was helping get the makeup off and now that it is all gone he still has one hand gently holding me on the side of my neck and along my jaw. It feels nice having his hand there.And then he says nice things about how I look. And I’d love to say that I had a clever reply but what came out of my mouth was “well…okay then.” (eeech, oh well)
I rose up on my tippy toes to close the distance and our lips meet and we started a long, very wet, very hot kiss. He puts his other arm around me and our bodies press together, I’m very conscious of the squish of my breasts against his chest and the rub of my hardening nipples. He has his hips angled so that were not square on and my mound is pressed against one of his thighs, and there is a heavy weight to the feel of his cock when it brushes my hip and side. We keep kissing just like that for a good long while. I’ve had my one hand around his waist with the fingers spread feeling the ripple of the muscles in his back, and the other has been mostly reaching up to his bicep and shoulder. But then I drop that one down tracing a path over the side of his chest and down to his hip and then lightly run my finger tips over the very hard length of his cock.
He gives a little (sexy) moan and then he moves his hand that’s at my face to cradle the back of my head and this, sadly, turns out to be a mistake! His fingers get deep into my hair which is a nasty mess of tangled hairspray residue and I give a squeak of pain and flinch which (finally) breaks our kiss. He grimaces a bit in realization and mumbles apologies as he gets his fingers back out and then we exchanged very smiley looks, with drawn out eye contact. Then he pulls back to make enough room between our upper bodies that he an look down at me.
“I guess you’ve still got a bit of makeup…here…and there.” I drop my head and see that he’s right. In addition to whatever is stuck in my hair i still have smudges of splattered drops mostly down by my navel and mound and probably my thighs as well.
“Maybe a shower?” I suggest.
He nods and gives his head a tilt towards the tiled shower stall and I follow him in, very closely – he has a great ass.
Which reminds me, I haven’t really described him in detail yet, and I probably should do a bit of that. I think I mentioned he’s very fit, and a good half foot (I’d guess) taller than me. He’s quite good looking (but then the whole family looks like they’ve been cast for a catalogue or stock photo or something). Michael also has a bit of a long shaggy hair thing going on himself, though his is a dirty blonde and is just neck length in a sort of Matthew Mconnahy surfer dude kind of way.
So Michael fiddles with the shower knobs and it’s one of those modern big tiled showers with a big rain head style thing on top and a bunch of little jets on either side. He’s getting the temperature set and take the opportunity to grab the bar of soap to lather my hands and give my face another scrub and then I’m still doing that when I feel his hands on my shoulders and he’s moved behind me and is gently directing me forward under the spray. I take little steps forward with my eyes closed and then I’m under and I’m tilting my head back to let the water stream down over my face. He takes the bar from my hand and I’m still standing like than when I feel his soapy hands reaching around to begin rubbing up and down my front. I lean back against his body as his hands circle over me, first just over my stomach but then further up…and down. When his hands slide over my breasts and I feel the delicious tug of my nipples under his palms I give a deep encouraging moan. He resoaps and then he has both hands on my breasts, slippery circles, my nipples pucker achingly in response and then he spreads his fingers as he moves his hands so that each nipple pops and throbs a bit as his fingers draw one by one past pressing firmly. Mmmmm.
Then he’s moving his hands more up and down over my body again and when one reaches my mound and starts to go back up I can’t bear it anymore and I grab that hand in mine and push down until I feel his fingers slide past my mound on then onto the soft and slippery heat of my somewhat aching pussy. I keep my hand over his and give a bit of a masturbatory grind using his hand as an extension of my own. One of his fingers pushes in a bit and I feel it slip between my inner lips and give a direct slide against my clit and I give an involuntary gasp and shudder. It feels sooo nice. The warm water pouring down, Michael’s arms around me, the feel of his body pressing against my back and the electric touch of his fingertips.
There’s no doubt that if all that continued just like that I would’ve been cumming hard soon after, but just then even through the sound of the spray and my own distracted state I could hear the chunk of a door closing and voices. I suddenly snapped back to where I was with a bit of a jolt, and stood fully back up breaking body contact with Michael. I think I mentioned the layout, but the sauna changeroom space leads into the shower/bathroom one and there is no door separating anything aside from a door for the toilet that has it’s own little room. And while the shower is in it’s own little room there is no curtain or anything, just a opening. And it’s all tile so sound carries well. All to say that even though you can’t *see* into the shower from the change area you can *hear* pretty well! Michael steps over to the shower entrance and leans his head out to talk to whoever is out there (Michelle).
I take the opportunity to take stock of a couple of things. The situation as a whole kind of rushes through my mind. With only two notable exceptions I’m not a one-night-stand, or first-time bang sort of girl. I like more of a few dates at least to get to know someone so that when we do get together there is more anticipation, and a chance to really evaluate whether or not it’s a good idea in the first place.
But this has NOT been an ordinary night in so many ways. On one hand is that we actually met months before – which, as non-actual meeting as you can get since I barely remembered it as it just fell into a very stressful evening of waiting tables. But somehow it still counts for something. Then, and WAY more importantly is his twin sister. Since she and I were so *instantly* good friends (and it has that ‘weve known each other all our lives’ sort of feeling) there is an extension of that feeling that includes her brother. Which on it’s own would be something, but is much further enhanced by her very obvious endorsement of the idea of Michael and I…what? Just hooking up? Being more than that?
And then, if that wasn’t enough, there are two more factors at play. One is the whole “he was crushing me” thing. Which I have to confess is pretty ego stroking to have heard that. And the last contributing influences are that, Michelle aside, Michael and I have had a great conversation going on most of the evening. He’s an interesting, thoughtful guy and I want to know more about him, much more.
Okay, and last of all, as I’m ogling him leaning out of the shower stall – his weight mostly on one foot, his hips turned to face me, his very, very erect cock standing at full attention – even if none of the rest of that was true, he is very sexy and apparently his body thinks I am too. When Michael steps back he catches me staring and gives a smirk.
“All good,” he says. “Michelle’s just closing up the pool and cleaning up.” He adds that she’s gone back upstairs now as some of the other girls are still there helping clean up.
“They don’t need our help,” he adds. And he steps back under the spray with me. We kiss a bit but the water gets into my eyes and I decide I’ve had enough of the hair disaster. So there is a few minutes of actual ‘showering’ while I shampoo my hair and rinse (three times) while Michael soaps himself a little but mostly seems to just be enjoying the view. I was going to skip the conditioner now that the gook is all out but there is a *massive* bottle of “Mane n’ Tail” which is one of my favs and Michael helps with the dispensing and even though I hardly need the pheromone hit I get it anyway.
He’s behind me again and I once more I lean into his body, and we get back to where we were before. His hands, now slippy with the conditioner on my front, but this time we’ve side stepped the spray so I’m shoulder into the wall on one side – to keep my hair out of the water while it soaks in a bit.
This is, of course, a VERY familiar situation for me – my (usual but not lately) daily masturbation position and routine. There is no edge of the tub though for me to rest one foot though which is a shame.
I hold Michaels hand in mine and rinse the conditioner off under the spray and then I’m shamelessly directing his hand back down between my legs. Cupping his hand over my pussy with my own and once again feeling the delicious hot slippery slide of his fingers over and inside me. His other hand is spread open on my chest making slow passes over first one boob and then the other.
It’s a bit of an out of body weirdness experience for me. Everything about this is so completely familiar from literally years and years of shower masturbating, but I have never done it with anyone else before and while I should just let his fingers do their own thing I can’t help my hand from staying with his on my pussy.
I’m SO turned on, there is more than enough girl goo to coat both our fingers and there an additional thrill of feeling not just the play of both our fingers against my clit and lips but also just the slipperiness of my fingers against his.
I almost never do much in the way of sounds beyond gasps and maybe a ‘fuck ya’ moan but somehow a full announcment and play by play comes out of me:
“I’m god I’m going to cum…
oh ya….
oh FUCK ya…
don’t stop…
don’t stop…
don’t stop…
don’t stop…
oh god…yes…yes…
oh yes…oh god…
ya….ya…ya….
here we go….
here we go….
here we go….
oh FUCK ya…
fuck I’m cumming….
I’m cumming…
I’m cummingg…
I’m cummingg…
I’m cummingg…
fuuuuuuccawshgghhhaaahooooohhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
(kind of thing. Haha. Foul mouthed little thing sometimes aren’t I though?? haha And it’s a bit weird that I was mumbling the “dont’ stop’s” which I distinctly remember as objectively it was 80% me just masturbating using his fingers…but anyway!)
Then I’m shuddering and bucking and leaning forward and his hand on my boobs has to slide quickly around my chest to hold me up.
Thirty seconds or so go by and I’m aftershocking a bit. I’ve interlaced my fingers with his to hold his still but I keep our hands cupped over me to draw things out. A few more gasping shudders follow and then I slowly find my feet and stand back up to turn unsteadily and face Michael.
He’s smiling and his eyes are bright and he looks closely at me. Our hands have parted as I turn but then he takes mine back in his and he’s holding my eyes as he brings our gooey fingers to his mouth and licks them clean (which incidentally, is a very, very, sexy thing to do imho).
His cock is rock hard and is pointing nearly straight up so as I push my body up to his I can feel the full length against my stomach. We kiss and move back under the spray still flat against each other and then his hands are in my hair helping rinse out the remains of the conditioner. I lean forward a bit to help and my head goes into his chest…and then a bit lower… With the spray still pouring down around us I bend my knees a bit and then the end of his cock is within reach of my mouth.
My hands are on his sides and then to his hips and my mouth opens and closes around the head of his cock. I give a few small and slow head bobs feeling the ridge of the head of his cock pass under my upper lip over and over. His hands have slowed and fall lightly onto my upper back. I reach out with my tongue and slide it along the underside of his cock as far as I can reach giving a bit of a side to side motion while my head bobs slowly deepen taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It’s hard to hear with the water flowing over me but I’m pretty sure there are some deep groans happening that aren’t mine.
I change hand positions, my left going around to spread over the upper side of his ass and my right dropping down to circle around the base of his cock. His balls are tight and hard against my palm. After maybe two or three minutes of this I have to selfishly relocate my left hand to give a quick rub and grind to my clit.
I try not to let it interrupt what I’m doing with my mouth but within a couple of seconds I’m so turned on that the focused rub of my fingers on my clit (in just that very efficient way that only a person can do to themselves) and I’m cumming again. I can’t help myself from separating my mouth from Michael’s throbbing cock to give another verbal outburst of “oh shit…I’m cumming again…” which more or less cuts over his words saying pretty much the same thing.
And then with my right hand still firmly around the base of his dick I feel him thrust and pulse and the first jet gets me half in the mouth, half on my cheek and then I’m hurriedly pushing forward and sucking hard as the rest of his cum fills my mouth.
He’s salty and thick and plentiful I’m swallowing and swallowing and feeling a huge rush of pleasure and satisfaction. Finally he’s pulling back and run my tongue hard along the full underside of his shaft as he does squeezing out the last of it.
When he guides me back up he gives a little smile and laugh and is drawing his fingers over my cheek and down the side of my neck to wipe up some his cum that landed there and somehow avoided the spray.
He says “You’re messy…again.”
This time I take his fingers and use my tongue to clean them which I had intended to be smoulderingly sexy as his has somehow been but we end up giggling instead.
We soap up and use our hands to clean each other up with all sorts of weirdly nervous laughs all around as though were both thinking “WTF just happened” which I guess at least I was.Then we’re towelling dry, mostly just doing ourselves, and Michael gives me a thick bathrobe to wear (huge on me I have to roll up the sleeves and it almost reaches the floor) and he wraps a towel around himself and I realize how incredibly thirsty I am.
He says he going to turn off the sauna and make sure everything is clean in case Michelle missed anything, and I go back upstairs trying not to trip over the bathrobe.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/duy0j0/halloween_part_4_shower_sex_fm