Let’s call him G.
I had spent the day sending G sexy texts so I was turned on as I got in the shower, cleaning off after a long day. I washed my hair and I was washing my body when I heard the door open. Then the shower curtain and there he was. G climbed in, taking the soap from my hand as I gaped at him. He washed my body for me, focusing on my breasts and pussy, running his soapy hands up and down my thighs. He pushed me under the spray of water, helping wash the soap off me. Checking to see if I was wet between my legs, he was pleasantly surprised. He plunged a finger on my pussy, curling it slightly. I gasped as he started a rhythm. G pressed me against the cold wall, my nipples puckering at the chill. He pulled his finger out, tasting it. I smiled. His cock was firm and large as he stood under the spray. He turned me around, making me face the wall. Gripping his dick, he rubbed the head against my cunt. He slowly entered me. Gently, he pushed in until he was all the way in me. He let out a groan and took a deep breath. Gripping my hips, he pulled out, then pounded in me, picking a fast, hard rhythm. The mixture of the warm water, cold wall, and his cock inside me made me cum. Hard. Pulling out, he turned me around. And kissed me hard, plunging his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him back, equally hard. G pulled away and I sighed. He turned off the water and pulled me out of the shower.