As usual, we showered together as part of getting ready for work. Our usual routine to shower and then, as you start to do your hair and makeup, I make us coffee.
We were enjoying the warm spray of the shower heads. This morning we were touching each other more than on an average work morning, although that is far from unusual. You washed me with the soap, before I took the soap and started gently washing your body, your back turned to me, your ass close to my cock. I was reaching around and over your body, rubbing with the soap, enjoying your feel, the warm water running over both of us.
You reached for your shampoo. I offered to help. After you put the shampoo into your hair I rub it in, massaging your scalp with my fingertips, moving in a circular emotion all over your head. After rinsing, we repeat with your conditioner, lingering even longer with the scalp rub, before rinsing out the conditioner.
I am enjoying running my hands over your body. Your thighs, hips, up your sides, cupping your breasts, feeling your hardened nipples.
You turn around and kiss me, our tongues meeting. My hands gently holding your face. I slide my hands down your body, my forefingers lightly tracing a path as they move, our eyes looking into the other’s.
My left hand rests on your hip, my right continues its journey, coming to a stop only when it can embrace the mound of your pussy in my cupped hand. A middle finger explores you, detecting your warm wetness within. My left hand guides you by your hip to where you can lean back onto the wall, to a spot where the warm spray of the shower covers your body. A spot you have been in often before.
My right hand begins rubbing, using my palm to add pressure just above your pussy, while my fore and little finger apply pressure either side of your labia. A middle finger snakes its way in massaging the skin immediately near your clit. Your breath becomes jagged, as you breathe through your mouth, your eyes closing, openly briefly to look into mine, before closing again. A second middle finger joins the first, rubbing, the tip of your clit between the two fingers. You moan and arch your head back, your eyes closed.
We continue in this position. I concentrate on maintaining a slow, steady rhythm to my hand movements. I enjoy watching your reactions. The slight opening of your legs, the gentle writhing against the wall. Your eyes are closed, as you feel the sensations. Your lips roll into your mouth as you moan with mouth closed. You frown with concentration, and I notice the lines on your brow – lines which you sometimes talk about as showing your age, but which I think are cute, especially when you are concentrating as your orgasm builds.
The rhythm of my hand quickens. You whisper intently, “This is so fucking good”. Every now and then, I remove my two middle fingers, dipping them into you to remoisten them, and to also allow the edge on your building orgasm to dissipate slightly. I know you like the edging, to build the intensity and enjoy the sensations. Your right hand is holding my cock, palm up, stroking gently back and forth, I know you enjoy stroking my cock as I finger you. Your left hand is running over my chest and shoulders, you are enjoying the touch of my skin, which is warm and wet from the showers.
Your body movements, breathing, and moans betray you are close. I quicken my hand further. You grip my cock harder, stroking with more vigour as I rub and finger you more intensely. You exclaim, ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”. Your body enters into a spasm, your knees buckle slightly, your hands grab me by the waist, your face a vision of intensity with mouth open and eyes closed, breathing unevenly.
Your eyes open, looking slightly dreamy. With a slow shake of your head you say, “That was beautiful”. We kiss and embrace, and look for a long moment into each other’s eyes. We agree we need to get going, stepping out of the shower and drying each other to prepare for our day …
You texted me mid morning. You tell me you felt you were still glowing inside. You wondered if the people in your meeting noticed anything different about you. Your mind preoccupied, running through scenarios of how tonight might unfold …