We’re on the couch watching another rerun of Law and Order when you stretch and yawn, drawing up the front of your shirt and showing off your stomach and the edge of your panties creeping up from your sweat pants. I plan my move to put my hand down them and kiss you in one motion, but you stand up before I get to. Damnit, missed.
“I think I’m gonna go take a shower,” you mumble with a tired voice. Well now there’s an idea. I agree and follow you upstairs to the master bathroom. Standing on the cold tile floor we undress: you, seemingly uninterested in what I’m doing, and me, gawking like a high schooler at you as you strip down, not even trying to be as sexy as you are. My hard on changes things when I turn around. Your eyes focus as a sly smile spreads over your face. “Oh, so it’s that kind of shower then?” You ask while your hand subconsciously touches your slit, spreading it slightly.
“Well I was hoping so at least,” I admit with a chuckle. You face away from me to lean forward and turn the shower head on. I can see where your fingers smeared your sweet juice on the inside of your thighs as you bend over. I step forward and make you moan gently as my fingers slip into your pussy. I finger you slowly for a moment, as long as I can stand. I must be in you. I grab my cock and slid the head of it between your glistening labia, ready to take you.
“No, I haven’t shaved lately,” You tell me as you stand up, bashfully covering your snatch. I groan loudly, animal-like. You laugh as you step under the warm stream of water, letting it flow over your small breasts and fledgling bush.
“Then you better get your razor, I need you, Sara.” I say without even trying to hide my desperation. To be honest I kind of liked the short trimmed look, but it’s your pussy, I’m just fucking it. With a sigh you grab the shaving cream and hand it to me, sitting down with your razor on the bench along the wall of the shower.
“You’re going to help then,” your legs spread towards me. “Get to lathering.” I kneel into the stream of the shower, getting eye level with your lady garden. With a handful of shaving cream, I begin to cover your light colored hair. I resist the urge to play with you too much, but I love it when your lips go between my fingers and I can pull them downward as I lather you. Taking longer than I could have I lean back to admire my work while reaching for the razor in your hand. “Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, you know that.” It’s true, I had asked to once before and you had told me no, later admitting with a red face and eyes towards the floor that it was because you thought you were too “lippy” and was afraid I’d cut you by accident. While both were true, I probably would accidentally hurt you not knowing how to properly shave down there, you seemed embarrassed by how your pussy looked because it wasn’t the perfect porn stat style simp. What you didn’t understand was that while those looked good on a screen, and sure felt good to fuck, there’s something about a pussy with some good lips on it. Yours came down and spread, like a butterfly. From the red hot center, fading to pinks at the edges. It was a beauty to look at, a pleasure to touch and play with, great feeling in my mouth and sexy to watch grip my dick while you rode on top of me. And now as I sit here watching you carefully shave and swath clean every nook and cranny from your pant line to below your slit, I remember I do prefer clean shaven for one thing.
Spraying between your legs to clean the last bits of shaving cream off of you, I rub you, feigning cleaning. You close your eyes so I lean in and sink my tongue into you, the water rushing over my head. My lips suck and pull at you, making your butterfly wings drag over my teeth. Your hands grip my hair as I tongue your delicious hole, savoring the taste of your body. I make sure to get your flavor all over the inside of my mouth before standing to kiss you. You moan a satisfied sound as your own snatches wetness dances across your tastebuds.
“I want to fuck your pussy raw,” I say into your mouth between sloppy kisses. Your last kiss is hard before spinning around and bending over for me. I hold your snatch open with two fingers while my other hand lines up my stiff cock with your opening. I glide into you, feeling how tight you grip me as I go deep. Your moan echoes against the granite and tile, encouraging me to go deeper until I feel my sack touch your pelvis. I fuck you steady, ass bouncing as I hit it with every stroke. I give it a slap, making you breathe even harder. My hands grip your cheeks right, pulling them apart enough to see not only my shaft being squeezed by you, but also your backdoor. My thumb slides between your ass, massaging your tiny hole and easing into it. Your hand reaches to mine, not to move it but to grip it as my single digits moves inside of your ass.
“Fuck yeah, fuck me.” You mutter. “Does it feel good honey?” You rub my hand. I make a noise similar to an agreement. “Fuck my ass, I want you to put it in my ass, ok?” I pause. You’ve never let me do that before.
“Are you sure?” I mainly ask out of respect. You pull yourself forward and off of me, nodding. Our shower caddy had a number of interesting things on it, the least being my personal oil. You pour some into your hand and show me rubbing it in between your ass cheeks.
“Please be gentle,” your eyes are as unsure as your words. “If it hurts I’ll tell you.” I can’t see your face anymore as you lean forward and presents yourself to me, but I’d imagine you’re nervous. I move the shower to not flow on us directly and lube my dick and your asshole again. You take a deep breathe and then inhale sharply as I start to spread you with the tip of shaft. I ease back and keep pouring more line until I can’t see the head of my cock anymore. Your breaths are raged as I move into you, slowly pressing forward until I’m mostly in you. As I pull outward you grab your ass and let out a startled noise. I feel your hole grip around the base of my head and press back in, better lubed and more comfortable now. You sigh, gaining confidence as I pull back again, smoother still. I go in a bit faster, making you jump a little before you push yourself back on me further than I had gone before. I stand still for a minute to let you figure out your own pace. You press your ass hard against me, taking everything I can put into you.
“Do you like it?” I ask, obviously enjoying it myself. The tightness was unreal, clenched onto me harder than anything I’d ever felt before.
“I don’t know, I might need to try it for a bit longer to tell. It feels weird, but good.” You pause while balls deep on me. “You know, you could finish in me like this,” You trail off, opening the door to a messy finish. I reach under you and pull your body against mine before pressing you into the wall. I stroke deep and hard, making you cry out with surprise. Your legs spread wider, hands both between them and fingering yourself while rubbing your throbbing clit. Your knees buckle soon as you climax, gasping and shaking as you orgasm to a new experience. I fuck you harder and faster, trying to race and finish with you. I pull your shoulders down as I finish in you, feeling my cum blast inside of you. You feel it too as you let out another surprised sound.
“Ohh fuck that felt weird!” You say as I remove myself from you and watch my creampie in you pour out. You feel your tender rear and wash my load off of you as it continues to come out of you. “Ok, so maybe don’t do that again, I didn’t like that.”
“The dick or the finish?” I ask, knowing full well what you meant. You smirk and kiss me passionately.
“You can fuck me however you like, I just want you to finish on these.” You cup your small tits, nipples peaking out through your fingers. Then the water started getting cold.