Why is it so much light in here? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. This is strange I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.
I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.
In the shower, his back to me, head bowed down and one hand resting on the shower wall is Victor. Ah, yes, I invited him to stay here until he finds something more permanent, I remember. I began having doubts about that as soon as I extended the invitation last night. Now, looking at the sight in front of me I can only think Best decision EVER. A huge grin spreads over my face at that thought as I’m ogling the perfect man specimen in my shower.
I realise with a start that I am suddenly excited. It has been a long time since I had such an instant reaction towards anyone. It doesn’t take me long to register that he is breathing heavy and that his right hand is moving in a very telling way. Short and fast, up and down movements that make his muscles contract in the most delicious of ways. I also begin to feel a ghost of an ache in my belly and between my legs and I squeeze my thighs together in an effort to relieve the dull pain.
I lean my shoulder against the door frame and watch him, hardly taking a breath afraid that he will hear me and stop. I am very tempted to slip my hands inside my panties but I am not sure I can remain quiet and unobserved if I do that.
Victor clothed is an extremely handsome man. It’s not difficult to come to the same conclusion after looking at him. But Victor naked, water trickling down his broad back and surrounded by hot steam, is the horniest sight I have ever seen. I don’t even care anymore that I am late. I stay still as a rock and watch this god pleasuring himself in my shower.
I gaze longingly at his tall figure, his well-defined muscles and, try as I may, I can’t find one single flaw on this man. He has long and powerful legs; his skin is an exquisite tan colour and, from where I am standing, looks velvet smooth. I ball my hands into fists until I feel like my fingernails are drawing blood. The need to go and touch him is so intense that it leaves me breathless.
His movements become more and more erratic like he is losing his rhythm, and his breaths are shallower. I have a feeling I know exactly what happens next and I’m surprised by how excited I am by the idea of seeing this beautiful man cuming. He’s very close, I realise and I stop breathing, waiting for the apex of this oh so erotic moment.
He lowers his head until his forehead rests on the wall in front of him and I imagine he is watching his cock pumping in and out of his fist. I would give anything to know what he’s thinking of right now. What images go through this man’s mind while he’s jerking off. What makes him tick, what is his tipping point.
I lick my lips eagerly at the sound, part moan part growl that escapes from his chest and then his body starts to almost imperceptibly shudder. This is, by far, the sexiest sound anyone has ever made and I bite my tongue to prevent my own moan from escaping. Not more than a few seconds later, his breath starts to return to normal, his body is no longer shuddering, but his hand doesn’t stop moving. He continues to wank with lazy, long strokes this time and the sight makes it so very hard to remain in my spot without giving myself away.
I tilt my head to one side and wonder if he’s going for round two. Don’t men usually need, at least, a few minutes to recover? I wonder what got him so horny in the first place. When he still doesn’t stop, after a few more moments go by, I smile. I can’t believe how excited I am right now and how much I am anticipating Victor’s next climax by his own hand.
I am totally focused on this man’s back, his sexy body, his strong arms and the muscles that ripple with every glide of his hand over his cock. I imagine how his dick looks like. How it would feel in my hand. I am craving to see it, touch it… taste it. I want it deep inside of me so bad it hurts. I hear a small sigh of longing and, too late, I realise that it came from me. Shit! I am sooo busted!
Victor’s entire body stiffens, his head jerks up so fast I am sure it gave him whiplash. He hesitates just a second and then he starts to turn towards me so slowly as if he hopes that if he takes enough time he won’t find a pervert spying him while he’s jerking-off. Oh, well…tough luck, mate.
Once fully turned to face me, he quickly covers his groin with his hands and opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. My first thought is that Victor is the most beautiful male ever created. He is spectacular; a true god. Straight from the highest pick of Olympus, all-powerful and out of this world gorgeous god. My mind is having trouble finding words to describe him. He tries one more time to say something, but, again, no words are audible. This sudden return to reality reminds me that I am supposed to be somewhere so I decide it’s time to break the ice.
“I apologize; I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I forgot, for one second, that we are roomies now and I barged in without knocking”, I say and I hope it’s not too obvious how not sorry I am at all. “And you decided to stay and enjoy the show?”, he asks and I think I can hear a little annoyance in his tone. “Yes”, I answer him without hesitation and then I lift my t-shirt above my head and toss it on the floor, surprising not only him but also me. After I lower my panties down my legs and step out of them, I enter the shower cabin. He retreats in the corner so fast you would think I was caring the plague or something, and he is afraid of touching me. I raise one shoulder as if to say ‘suit yourself’ and turn my back to him chuckling silently.
“You only apologized for interrupting me, not for violating my privacy”, he remarks after a few moments of silence, irritation still evident in his voice. “So sorry, but I can’t even begin to explain how late I am and how important this appointment is. I just need to take a quick shower and then I’ll leave you to it”, I ignore his tone and reach for my shower gel. “Maybe if you wouldn’t be such a pervert and spy on people in the shower, you wouldn’t be late”, he quips and even though he is clearly still pissed by my intrusion on his private moment he is also a little amused now. “I regret nothing”, I finally admit turning my head to look into his eyes. “The show…”, I continue, making it obvious that I am checking him out from toes to head and then slowly back again, stopping just a second longer than necessary on all the delicious parts, ”… made being late worth it. So, I stayed”. I finish my explanation and my perusal of his hot body with a wink and turn my back on him once again.
My back is not completely to him so I can see him watching me with confusion but also amusement has now replaced the annoyance in his eyes. I can also see how his gaze is slowly moving up and down my body. He’s making a big effort to make it as subtle as possible. I can’t help a smile from spreading on my face.
The earlier idea of the world’s fastest shower forgotten, I slowly glide my soapy hands all over my body. I make sure to give a bit more attention to my tits, my ass and between my legs. On the outside, it looks like I’m trying to seduce him, which, if I’m being honest, I am, but it also buys me time to think what I want to happen next. Do I want something to happen next? The answer comes to me fairly quick. Yes, yes I so want to.
My new-found resolve firmly in place, I take a deep breath and turn so I’m fully facing him. He’s still huddled in the corner of the shower, his eyes everywhere on me at once; my legs, my pussy, my breasts, my face… my pussy. It’s like he’s having difficulties deciding where to stop his gaze. I smile, biting the inside of my cheek. Drops of water are falling on his handsome face and I get the urge to lick them away. His eyes are an incredible green and are watching me with such intensity that my knees start shaking. Both his hands are in front of him in a poor attempt to cover himself up. He is semi-erect and I pleasantly observe he’s not very efficient in covering much. I take a small step towards him and I swear I can hear his breath hitch.
“When I… earlier, I mean… before you heard me and turned around…”, I start to stutter, not knowing how exactly to ask him. I can’t even believe what I am about to ask. I lock my eyes on his. He’s so tall, so big compared to me, that I have to tilt my head back in order to be able to look into his eyes. He doesn’t say anything. He’s watching me patiently and motions with his chin for me to continue. “Were you going to… I mean… again?” For the life of me, I can’t make one coherent sentence but I’m hoping that he will understand what I want to know.
His powerful laugh startles me. Not only because I did not expect it but because it’s so loud, although not in an unpleasant way. It’s very masculine and sincere and sexy and it makes me feel all kind of things, mostly down below. “Yes. I was about to. Again. Let’s just say that I have a lot of… tension from the last few days. I needed an outlet”, he finally answers me and shrugs one of his shoulders. “I see”, I answer him, not knowing what else to say. I was somewhat distracted. My eyes are still glued to his hands and what was beneath them.
Come to think about it, I really could understand him. I was becoming an artist in the art of masturbation. It’s not easy being a woman with a high appetite for sex, kinky sex, in today’s society. Even though we live in the 21st-century people are still so quick to judge, condemn and label what they cannot understand as wrong and deviant. You can actually see the words ‘whore’, ‘slut’, ‘sick’ in their eyes. I shake my head once as to get rid of the pointless thoughts. I’m going to enjoy this sexy man in my shower.
I take another small step toward him and lightly touch the head of his cock with my index finger. I slowly rub the tip of my fingernail over him and then I scratch him lightly. He takes a deep breath and I see his dick stir under his hands at my touch. The head of his cock is wet and I want to know if it’s from the water or precum. I raise my hand and put the finger that touched him in my mouth and suck so I can taste him. Mmmm, definitely not water. “Just like I imagined”, I murmur and immediately realise that I did it out loud because his cock stirred again as soon as the words left my mouth.
I remove his hands and he lets me without saying a word. The sight makes me gasp. I feel like I can’t exhale the air back. He’s glorious. With that body, there was not a doubt that all his parts were going to be exquisite, but his cock is out of this world. I don’t have many references to compare, but I was sure that Victor was superior to most men in that department. He’s also no longer sporting a semi but rather a delicious looking, full mast hard-on.
I was still staring and lightly touching Victor’s gorgeous cock, lost in the moment. His rapid breaths brought me back in the present. I moved my hand from tip to base slowly, still admiring the beauty that was his cock. The shaft was both long and thick, his veins were visible underneath the velvet skin that was inviting you to touch and taste. So, that is exactly what I did.
I reached and wrapped my hand around it. It didn’t surprise me that I couldn’t touch my fingertips together. His breath stopped and I could feel him pulse in my hand. “I bet the other guys give you murderous looks when they meet you in the bathroom”, I mused giggling, realising that I spoke out loud yet again. He started laughing but choked a second later when I rubbed my thumb over the slit, spreading the bead of precum down his length.
He was flexing his fingers over and over again as if he was fighting the urge to touch me too and I was partly excited that he had such a reaction to me and partly disappointed that his control didn’t waver one bit. I wanted to feel his fingers fisting in my hair. I wanted, almost needed, him to take over and guide my mouth down onto his cock. The submissive side of me loved to be used as a fuck toy, to surrender completely and be at his will and mercy. Alas, after a few moments, he put one palm on the bathroom wall and the other on the shower’s glass wall. Still, his reaction turned me on big time. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I was so wet.
I start to move my hand again, up and down, from the base of his cock to the head and back, a little faster this time. Encouraged by his jerky breaths I squeezed him tighter and increased the pace of my hand. His skin was so smooth, like silk over steel, I could have wanked him all day and I wouldn’t get bored.
I raised my eyes to look at him, to see his reaction. His gaze is fixed on my hand. He looks like he is hypnotized and occasionally he would lick his lips. I knew exactly how he felt. I was feeling the same thing. The sensation of my skin on him, the way my hand looked wrapped around his cock, it was like nothing I’ve felt and seen before. I felt like he was made just for my hand, everything felt right to me. His mouth was slightly open and his tongue came out to lick his lower lip and I wondered, for a second, what it would feel like to taste that tongue, that lip, that mouth. But then I remembered what else I tasted earlier and I was powerless to anything else but kneel in front of him.
He sucks in a breath and tries to speak. “What… what are you doing? I don’t think this… “. It was clear what kind of battle was going on inside him; between the animal part who wanted nothing more than to shove his cock down my throat and the voice of reason who was telling him that he should stop me. I find this endearing and I can’t hide my smile. I raise my gaze to him again and lick him from base to tip, never taking my eyes from his. He groans deep and fists his hands but doesn’t move them from where they are.
I let myself get lost in his reaction to what I am doing to him, and enjoy this man and how he is looking at me and how he feels, but most of all how he makes me feel. Free and sexy and wanted. Naughty. I am looking at him and I can see in his eyes the silent prayer that I don’t stop and I never wanted anything more in my life than to give him what he wants and to hear that sexy sound he made when he came earlier and to know that it was because of me, that I gave him that.
I try to relax my jaw and take him in my mouth, deeper this time. I begin to suck him, slow at first, but I hear him mutter fuuuck me and I totally lose it. Any shred of control I might have had snapped like an overly stretched rubber band. I start to move my hand in perfect rhythm to my mouth. He is so big and I don’t think I can take all of him inside but I want to. I want to give him all the pleasure I can.
With my free hand, I cup his balls and squeeze them gentle then lightly scratch his taint with the tip of my fingernails. He hisses and his head falls back, but only for a few seconds. His gaze comes back on me and the look I see in his eyes right then makes me half expect to be pushed on my hands and knees and then being impaled on his hard cock so deep I am going to feel it in my stomach.
I keep sucking him and watch every reaction he has. I am getting wetter and wetter each time he hits the back of my throat and I wish so much that I could take him inside my cunt, but I am reluctant to let go of his cock, even for a few seconds and for a bigger reward. So I keep sucking and licking even though my jaw started to hurt.
I slowly retreat until only the head of his cock remains between my lips and I suck hard. He likes that a lot, judging by the sudden hiss that comes out between his teeth. So I continue to suck just the head for a little while. I release him and flick my tongue over and around the tip, I lightly bite him and then, because I can see he enjoys that, I do it again, a bit harder. I tease the slit again, this time with my tongue and then lick the entire length of his shaft, tip to base and back again. I hold him in my hand, in front of my mouth and rub the head on my lips and then take him inside my mouth again and to the back of my throat in on move.
His legs begin to shake slowly and I remember, from earlier when I watched him, that that means he is close so I double my efforts. I take him deeper, I suck harder and I move my hand faster and I am rewarded with a sexy, deep, masculine moan. Suddenly, as if he heard my earlier thoughts, he puts one of his hands on the back of my head, setting a more rapid rhythm, pushing me down on his cock but, at the same time, it feels like he is also trying to push me back, away from him.
When his palm rested on my head and he cradled my skull tenderly, I thought I was going to come right that moment. I’m not completely sure I can keep from biting him if I orgasm while still sucking him so I concentrate on the cock in my mouth and making him cum deep down my throat. I squeeze his shaft with my hand a bit harder and take him as deep as I can down my throat, to let him know that I have no intention of stopping right now.
The sound of me gagging makes him lock his jaw, his fingers tighten their hold in my hair and his hips are thrusting very slowly in and out of my mouth. It’s obvious that he is trying very hard to control himself from fucking my face with wild abandon. „I can’t stop… if you don’t want to… Fuck!”. He is having difficulties in being coherent and he’s panting so fast that I hardly hear him, but I understand what he’s trying to tell me. That he is close and if I don’t want him to cum in my mouth, I should stop. There is nothing I want more right now but to taste his cum, so I place my left hand on his thigh and pull him closer. He relents and stops fighting me and fists his hand in my hair even harder and pulls almost painfully.
He starts to thrust faster, in perfect rhythm to my moves. I don’t know how much more of his cock I can take in my mouth and my first instinct is to retreat my head, but watching his eyes moving rapidly between the place where his dick keeps disappearing inside my mouth and the hand that is pulling my hair and keeping me still so he can fuck my face, I can’t help my moan of pleasure and try to take him deeper still.
I feel the muscles of his legs tense, his fingers pull my hair so hard that I almost scream in pain. Of course, with a mouth full of cock I doubt that is even possible. He continues to thrust one more time, two, three times than he stops and with that sexy combination of a moan and a growl he cums in my mouth, down my throat, his eyes locked on mine. I swallow everything he gives me not wanting to waste even a drop of his spunk. He places his free hand around my neck, feeling the movements of my throat as I am swallowing. This has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
After a few moments, his grip on my hair loosened a little and I take advantage of the new freedom of movement and lick him clean from his base to his head and then I rise to my feet. I squirt a little shower gel in my palms and wash him, mostly for my benefit than his. I am just trying to touch him a little longer. I am surprised that he is still somewhat hard.
After I finish, I take a step back, so I am directly under the running water. I stay there a few seconds, with my head tilted back, my eyes closed, trying to regain my composure and bring my body to heel and then, without another word, I walk out of the shower.
I quickly brush my teeth at the sink, regretting that I won’t feel his taste in my mouth anymore and exit the bathroom. Victor didn’t say a word all this time, but I could feel him watching me. I peek at him from the corner of my eye. He is standing in the exact spot I left him, still huddled in his corner, hands limp beside him this time. I manage to take only a step outside the bathroom when I hear him murmur a faint „Thank you.” „My pleasure!”, I yell back, with a chuckle, emphasis on the word “pleasure”.
Today is going to be a good day, I think as I am walking out of the house ten minutes later and closing the door behind me.
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