Note : All protagonists are adults, you can see the ages in the title of the first part here :
Meeting my (48F) online lover (38M) in real life from eroticliterature
We must have fallen asleep, and I woke up feeling sweaty and sticky. He was still asleep, spooning me. I carefully disentangled myself, moving slowly so as to not wake him up, then made my way over to the bathroom. I softly closed the door and turned on the shower. While I waited for the water to hit just the right temperature, I picked up a sponge and selected the shower gel I felt like using. I’m sensitive to smells, and what I wanted now was something warm, soft and gender-neutral. I settled on a patchouli and sandalwood one. I stepped into the walk-in shower and welcomed the warm water on my skin. I instantly felt fully awake. The sensation of the drops on my skin made me feel a slight tingle all over, while my muscles relaxed in the warmth.
I held my face up to the water, feeling it run over my closed eyelids and down my face and neck. I must not have heard the bathroom door opening nor him stepping inside, so I jumped a little when I felt him gathering up my wet hair and moving it to the side to kiss my neck. But I immediately relaxed again, leaning back slightly into him. His lips moved up my neck, his teeth gave my earlobe a gentle, teasing pull. I could hear his breath in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine, filling my belly with butterflies and reminding me keenly that my pussy had not yet had enough – nowhere near enough.
I moaned and leaned further back, stretching my neck to allow him better access.
As he was placing kiss after kiss on my neck and jaw, I could feel him reaching around me for the sponge and shower gel.
“So you were feeling dirty, were you?” he asked and I could hear the slightly greedy smile in his voice.
I chuckled. “I am dirty. I thought that’s what you like about me, and that’s why you’re here.”
He had lathered up the sponge with a luxurious amount of foam, the scent wafted around me in the steamy cubicle, relaxing and exciting at the same time. He started soaping down my back, running both the sponge and his hands up my spine and over my shoulders, then down again, spreading the soft foam over my butt cheeks. While I leaned my upper body forward a bit, he took his time stroking and squeezing my cheeks, then spreading them a little to drizzle some foam down my crack. The foam was instantly followed by his fingers, rubbing me gently. I could feel his thumb gently pressing my tight hole and moaned softly. We had talked about it, and while I hadn’t ruled it out, this didn’t feel the moment just yet. I looked over my shoulder and shook my head.
The next moment, his arms were wrapped around me tightly from behind, squeezing me into him. I could feel his rock-hard erection on my ass. “You have no idea how much I want you!” It was almost a growl in my ear. Leaning my neck back and turning my head, I kissed him deeply, while the feeling of the hard cock throbbing against my backside made my knees weak. Without him holding me up I don’t know that I could have kept myself upright.
While holding me with one arm, he started soaping up my front. The foam caressing my nipples made me squirm with delight. He took his time, gently, carefully, teasingly, circling each nipple with the sponge, circling each without touching it directly. My world was spinning, it felt like my consciousness was entirely focused on my nipples and how they wanted to be touched, needed to be touched.
“Are you really going to make me beg again?” I breathed.
He laughed “I’ll be a gentleman, shall I?” He dropped the sponge and both his hands closed over my boobs and nipples, lifting them in his hands, rubbing my nipples between his fingers, while he bent over my neck again, kissing and biting gently. I felt I was ready to explode there and then, I was teetering on the edge of orgasm, my pussy was throbbing and hot, my breasts felt swollen and heavy, my nipples tender and erect against his fingers. I raised my arms and reached back, holding his head next to my neck and whimpered with lust.
Then I felt him straighten up. He ran one of his hands trough my wet hair, gripping it and pulling back my head towards him.
“Is my slut wet and ready enough to take my cock inside her?” he said next to my ear.
”Mmmm…. yes. Please, so wet and hot… “ I could barely string the words together.
He took both of my arms and stretched them forward, so my hands were bracing me against the wall of the shower. “Lean forward and arch your back for me”
I leant forward, pushed my ass out and spread my legs slightly. I could feel his hand running over my cheek again, then I felt him rubbing his cock down along my crack and between my hot, waiting pussy lips. His hands now held my hips, pulling me backwards against his cock. He was moving slowly, knowing exactly how much I wanted to feel him, but relishing the power he had to make me wait for it. I moved one of my hands towards my pussy, I wanted, I craved relief now so badly. He grabbed my wrist and put it back onto the wall. “No, you don’t. I will be the only one touching you, do you understand?” I nodded, biting my lips to stop me from crying out in frustration.
He ran the tip of his cock along my pussy, spreading my wetness and mixing it with his precum. When his tip touched my clit ever so slightly, I felt a jolt running through me. I was so close, I wanted him in me, every inch of him, fucking me. I was wriggling my bum, trying to pull him in. Then, finally, he pushed himself into me, slowly and deliberately, in one long stroke. I pushed myself back against him, felt him stretch me and fill me. I adore the sensation of this first push, the full feeling, the hard and hot cock pushing his way inside me.
He pulled back slightly, then thrusted in again. His hands were holding on to my hips, his fingers digging into them as his strokes became faster and harder. I could feel him slamming into my ass with each thrust, sending waves through my flesh. My upper body had sunk forward and I only just managed to keep myself upright pushing against the wall. My breathing was coming hard and fast, as was his. One of his hands moved forward, reaching around me and found its way to my clit. That was all I needed – I came with a scream. My legs were buckling under me, and wave after wave of white-hot pleasure flooded my entire body. His thrusts were coming faster and faster, and his breathing was now throaty and urgent. I could feel my pussy twitching and grabbing his cock, my orgasm showed no signs of stopping just yet. There was one last thing I wanted, and he knew it. He thrust into me hard one final time, I could feel him stiffen up, and then with a small cry he came deep inside me. I could feel his cock twitching as he filled my pussy with his hot seed. I could still feel myself contracting around him, milking his cock.
My orgasm ebbing felt like waking from a trance. His arms were still around me, we were both shaky and out of breath. I leaned back into him as his cock slid out of me.
“So would you call this clean, then?”
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