Old Flames 08 Dirty Clean (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)

Why is it every time Sam kisses me I freeze?

Well that’s what happened….again.

We *were* talking and nearly fighting….again.

Then just when I was making sense to her so goes and uses her feminine wiles on me…..again.

She had **just** wrapped her legs around me and wrapped her arms around my neck as she *whispered* into my ear, “**I** don’t care as long as it was **with** ***you***,” before kissing me as she forced her tongue into my mouth.

*God why does she have to be so good at kissing?*

Her kiss and her tongue play always seems to make my brain misfire as I succumb to her.

Like the last seven years never happened and we were right back to where we were….being lovers. Like the gap…..or history never happened.

I tried to *fight* against it, reminding myself of all the hurt I went through but a few flicks of her tongue in my mouth made me want more as I forgot all that she had done to me.

After an eternity of sucking faces Sam pulled away and huskily spoke, “Let’s take this in the shower.”

My brain was still in reboot mode after her tongue play. My body naturally agreed with the suggestion as she let go of me and I moved to turn on the shower.

After the water got to an agreeable temperature we stepped in as Sam spoke, “Will you be a dear and wash my back?” as she tossed me a loofa.

I caught the device looking at it as I remembered how a loofa worked due to a certain lack of blood to think correctly before finally remembering how to use a loofa.

I caught Sam lightly giggling at me as she turned her back waiting for me to lather her up using the proffered material making me smile before I added a dab of soap to the loofa and ran it under the water to get it soapy. Then I started scrubbing Sam’s backside as I *may* have focused on a certain body part…..her ass.

Again Sam giggled at the extra attention before cooing, “If you’re going to scrub that much I have something that needs to be cleaned,” as she arched her back presenting her breasts before adding, “but be gentle,” as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her boobs.

And just like a hungry baby I opened my mouth and latched onto Sam’s nipple as I got a mouthful of metal and flesh causing Sam to moan at the sensation.

Then for some odd reason I played a little game in my head using Sam’s nipple as a play thing as I trapped the flesh with my teeth without biting down too hard but enough to where the nipple was firmly in place. With the game ready all I had to do was play as I used Sam’s hoop piercing and my tongue as the objects of the ‘*game*’.

The game was to see how many tugs it took to get Sam to scream uncle.

Or at least see how much I have to work my tongue to unsnap the contraption and pull it out of Sam’s nipple using ONLY my tongue.

I wasn’t able to play the game for long before Sam pulled herself away from me holding her breast with a smile as she spoke, “That’s attached jerk!”

I would have gotten a different result and different emotion out of Sam if I had **really** bitten down on her nipple and **REALLY** used my tongue to **pull** at her hoop piercing if we were **REALLY** fighting which we weren’t. So I was *only* lightly playing with the dual devices. Not enough force to be extremely painful but enough to where it was more play than pain.

At least that’s how I saw it in my mind which judging by Sam’s reaction that’s how she saw it too.

She smiled and poked at me, “You don’t have to be so rough!”

I smiled as I held up my hands, “Sorry an *idea* popped into my head and wanted to see if I could do it.”

She looked at me squinting but still slightly smiling, “And what was the *idea* buster?”

I smiled as I shrugged, “To see if I could pull your piercing out with my tongue.”

I looked at her smiling, “Guess I need to work on my tongue play.”

She smiled as she hugged me, “I’ll say,” as she pulled me down and kissed me again.

Again our kissing lasted what felt like an eternity as we moved to one of the walls of the shower, how I have no idea. I wasn’t sure if I pushed her into the wall or if she pulled me into the wall but we found ourselves against the wall just the same.

Once against the wall Sam mysteriously climbed up the wall using me as a ballast, her sturdy structure to be against, until she got to the height she was looking for before wrapping her legs around me……again.

Making me use my hands to push against the wall as my balance was thrown off…..again.

She smiled as she knew she had me right where she wanted me. She cooed, “Now that I’m all clean, how about we *dirty* each other up again….” as she huskily added, “just like last night,” before she kissed me….again.

*GOD!!!*

As we kissed, somehow Sam was able to reach down and easily found my long fellow as he stood at attention before guiding him to her special spot and lowered herself down causing me to *stop* kissing her as I blinked in surprise at the *feat* she had just accomplished as I thought *this is new*.

But that thought was only momentary before the dual sensation causing my brain to melt and my body to go into autopilot as we started fucking.

I started hearing a cacophony of moans in the shower as a dual slapping sound soon drowned it out as Sam *somehow* used her body to fuck me while I remained a statue holding us in place.

The only part of my body that moved with Sam’s body was my hips that somehow was able to find a rhythm with her motions.

All while we kissed and Sam deepened the kiss as our tongues played tug of war with one another fighting for dominance in our mouths.

I don’t know how long we were at this before Sam cried into my mouth as I felt her body tense and freeze for a long moment as the competitive part of my brain pinned her tongue down as my imaginary competitive self fist pumped at winning against our tug of war before the *adult* self brain checked the competitive image as he spoke, “You idiot you didn’t win. You tied because she’s orgasming, idiot,” before my competitive side looked and spoke, “*Oh!*”

While that played in my head, **I** in the meantime froze right with Sam as I felt her go through her orgasm until she finally shuddered before resuming her motion on my body while I kept us upright and we quickly found our rhythm again.

We repeated this process at least five, I think it was five, times as Sam orgasmed consecutively on me before it was **my** turn.

And Sam **Knew** it was my turn when she slammed fully into the wall as my body went into autopilot. The slam finally breaking our kiss as she moaned, “*Yes baby!!!*”

She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, nearly strangling me as I slammed myself against her trying to drive her **through** the tiled wall all while she moaned and urged me on not complaining once.

She moaned the final thing that pushed me over the edge in our session, “Fill me up baby!!!” like my body needed permission to finish but it helped as my body slammed Sam against the wall one more time before tensing and freezing as I felt her body tense as we equally groaned and my dick *tried* to bounce in Sam’s pussy as it tightly held onto the phallic object as my dick flooded the wet velvety confines until I felt my own spunk started traveling backwards until it found it’s escape point.

Still my dick bounced and bounced never moving as I tried to shove it in deeper with each splurt in its confines until my orgasm was officially done and my body finally relaxed as my legs started to wobble from the stress.

As I pulled back Sam held on smiling at me as she cooed, “Looks like we need to get clean again.”

As I grunted and nodded, feeling a smile on my face happy at what had just happened.

And that’s how my day went for the rest of the day….cleaning each other off….then getting dirty again needing to get clean. Rinse and repeat until the water naturally turned from a nice blissful temperature to fresh ice from the arctic forcing our session to more to the bed not caring how wet we were as our bodies reintroduced each other back into a familiar pattern.

My last thought as my last shot was firing before needing sleep was *please don’t make this stop*.

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