… continuing from Part 2…
As we walked into your bedroom, you still playfully guiding me by my cock, I had assumed we were headed to your bed. But as I started drifting to that big, soft, and very comfortable-looking bed, I felt the gentle tug away, and realized that we were headed, instead, to your en-suite bathroom. I have to say, in spite of all the sexual energy at play, I vividly remember what a nice bathroom it was for such an unassuming apartment- it was basically a full size master bath, complete with bath/jacuzzi and standing shower with bench seat. I’m still pretty jealous about that room, to be honest.
You turned at me and smiled, “This is actually my favorite room. I think it’s going to be your favorite room too…”
Still holding me in your hand (which I have to assume you knew was absolutely driving me wild) we walked over to the shower and you leaned in to turn it on and test the water. I reached over and playfully grabbed at your ass and you quickly swatted me away with your free hand. “Uh-uh. You had your fun. Now you touch only when I say you can touch. Now, [gently pulling on me], get in the shower and sit down on that bench.”
Like a dutiful, smitten little puppy, I marched in, and sat down, my hands on my lap.
I watched you walk in, taking your time, cupping the water in your hands and running them through your hair. I wanted so badly to touch you, and I know that you knew it, by the thinly veiled smirk on your face as you slowly ran your hands over your body, tracing your breasts, your hips, your ass, letting the warm jets cover you in shiny rivulets racing around your delicious curves.
“I’m going to show you why this is one of my favorite rooms,” you said in a low, sultry voice, “and I want you to watch me. Not touch me, not touch yourself, just sit there, and watch me.”
I suppressed a smile, and nodded quietly. I felt my erection starting to grow larger again, and already found myself fighting the urge to not only touch you, but touch myself. But there was no way I was going to risk what you were about to do.
You turned around to let the water hit your face, giving me a chance to stare longingly at that magnificent, massive ass. And slowly, you reached up and detached the showerhead, bringing it close to your chest as you turned around. Our eyes met for a moment, and then you closed them with a happy sigh.
Your movement with the shower head was a perfect mimicry of where exactly I wanted my hands, my lips, my mouth. I watched as you moved in seeming slow-motion, first tracing your delicate neck and collarbone, then down between the hollow of your heavy breasts, turning it slightly upward to hit the underside of them, then circling back upward to trace wide but ever decreasing circles, until the fringe of the jets hit your areolas, and the very edge of your nipples. I noticed that not just your breathing, but mine too was getting heavier.
You adjusted your stance, your thick legs separating, and I enviously watched you bring the showerhead back down, down your soft belly, to trace circles on your hipbones. I shifted quietly in my seat, my cock now throbbing with anticipation. Slowly, you reached down with your other hand, and I heard a gentle gasp as you spread your lips, rubbing yourself gently as you eased the showerhead into the position that we had both been waiting for you to do.
Those moments felt like a cinematic slow motion sequence for me. I can still see the steam forming on the glass door of the shower, the water dripping down your face, down your breasts and off your erect nipples, and the gentle but increasing tremors that started rippling through your curvy body as you slowly descended deeper into increasing pleasure.
Slowly, a groan started escaping from you, and you opened your eyes slightly, almost sleepily, to look at me. “Stroke that magnificent cock for me, but don’t you fucking cum”, you practically grunted.
I obliged, albeit EXTREMELY carefully, as watching you please yourself was nearly enough to push me over on its own right. But I leaned back and performed as instructed for you, rotating my wrist slightly as I did, forcing myself to move ever so slowly to keep from falling over the edge.
Your eyes locked on to my cock, turning me on even more, and I saw your hand quicken between your legs. Suddenly the gaze of intensity started to give way to a look of almost desperation, as the wave of pleasure that was swelling within you began to crest, and then, fantastically, to crash over your body.
You were LOUD. And god damn I loved it. Your moans and cries bounced off the walls of the bathroom as your body shook and shook with waves of ecstacy, tits and ass and thighs trembling as your knees started to buckle and you slowly collapsed to the ground, the showerhead automatically recoiling up and into place to rain down on your gasping, panting, huddled form. It was, in every sense of the word, a magnificent performance.
Slowly, you sat up, looked at me, and smiled. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Christ, I’d say almost as much as you did. You are a wonder.”
Then, once again, you looked down at my cock, and smiling wider, said, ‘Maybe I can help you with that.”
On all fours, you crawled towards me, and then grabbed a body wash bottle that was sitting next to me, pouring some on your tits. “Put those hands back at your sides, big guy,” you grinned to me, as you lathered up those big, beautiful breasts, covering them in silky suds.
I could only stare on in wonder, hypnotized by your beauty, your strong sexuality. You let me sweat it a bit- aching in anticipation- before you reached up to pull me forward by the backs of my knees so I was on the edge of the bench. You took my cock in your hands (which on its own nearly made me explode, I was so on edge), and wedged it between your breasts, pressing them against it in a warm, wet, slippery embrace. I groaned in spite of myself, and you quickly warned “Remember, don’t you fucking cum.”
You started rocking up and down, and I watched as the head of my cock popped in and out of sight in your soft, pillowy chest. This was the first time anyone had ever done this to me and I was overwhelmed by how much I loved it. It felt absolutely incredible, “I don’t think I can hold on…” I groaned between gasps.
“You better,” you said, slowing to a stop, much to my agony. “… because I want it in my mouth.”
You instantly bobbed down, swiftly grabbing the base of my shaft with one hand, and my balls gently in the other. Cupping and swirling my balls gently, you sent my cock exploring in your mouth, pressing it against your cheeks, against the roof of your mouth, alternating between sliding the flat of your tongue against it and then pulling it out to flick your tongue delicately over the head, only to suck back down on it, slurping noisily.
It was such intense pleasure I could barely see straight. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna… I’m gonna… fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned as the orgasm hit me, my thighs clenching and your grip on the base of my cock tightening as you eagerly sucked down the rapid fire bursts that shot out of me like lightning.
My body went limp as I collapsed backward into the bench while you slowly, gleefully, deliberately sucked up every drop, licking me clean like some tasty dish that you wanted to leave absolutely spotless.
You stood up and walked out of the shower, leaving me there, panting, gasping for air, feeling completely drained. As you toweled off your hair, you looked back and me and laughed. “I hope you’ve got more in you there buddy- we’re not done yet.”
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