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bored again.....
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bored again..... He strode into the bathroom, his mind not clicking on where the noise of running water was coming from. The shower was already occupied, the the thin curtain he could see the lithe shadow of her, the hypnotic way she moved as she cleaned. He knew he should retreat, leave before she noticed him, but he was struck like a rabbit in headlights, mesmerised by the shape before him. So enthralled was he, that it took a few moments before he realised she’d stopped moving, that instead she was looking round the edge of the curtain, staring at him as he stared at her. ‘Morning’ she said, in a pleasant tone. He couldn’t help but stare at her dark locks stuck to the side of her face, the drops of water dripping from her face. Still he stood and stared, until he snapped out of it as though he’d been slapped, mute to bumbling fool in 0.3. ‘Err..umm. sorry, I err didn’t know you were in here,’ he fumbled over his words, and almost tripping over his feet as he backed back through the door. “I’ll err just go…..’ ‘No wait’ she said, her smile much wider now at his obvious embarrassment. He stopped his retreat, waiting. ‘Well first you can shut the door, its cold with it open’, her voice showing none of the vulnerability of the night before. He came fully into the bathroom, closing the door behind him as asked. For a few moments they stood and looked at each other, her watching amused, him noticing how the shower curtain had started to cling to the curves of her body. ‘You do know it’s rude to stare don’t you’. He didn’t know how to answer, mumbling his accent, but unable to drag his eyes away. Now the grin on her face was like cats, her eyes twinkling. She pulled back the curtain, revealing her wet body, the shower cascading off her body, water running in streams following the curves of her body. ‘Well what you think in daylight’ she asked, her eyes never moving from him. He couldn’t speak, his eyes following the water as it trailed down her flesh. She looks him up and down, her eyes stopping on his responding parts, tenting obviously in reaction to what he saw before him. ‘I take it you approve’ she giggled, not girlish, the sound hitting him straight in the libido, causing his breathing to shallow, and the power of speech forgotten. He just mutely nods. ‘Would you like to help? Come on join me’. As quickly as he could manage, and with neither grace nor balance, he quickly removes the remainder of his clothes, climbing into the shower behind her. He reaches towards her, to pull her into an embrace, but she stops him, a hand on his chest. ‘Dirty boy, stop that. You’re here to wash my back’ and she turns her back on him, leaving him to view her gentle back, and down to her rounded arse, and down her legs, following the water as it runs down. He feels the torrent of the shower, slightly hotter than he would normally have it, but not uncomfortable. Like a man in a dream, he takes the gel and starts to rub it into her shoulders and back, gently smoothing the froth across her skin, watching as the downpour washes it down. His hands move in circles, each one moving lower and lower, seeing her react to his strokes, her shoulders pulling back and forward, a gentle sigh leaving her lips. His hands start to stroke her butt cheeks, and he notices the small shudder passing through her body. He leans forward, his moving gently drawing to her neck, to kiss her, but just as his mouth is about to touch her damp skin, she stop him firmly, turning to him and putting her hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly. ‘I said no dirty boy, no kissy kissy.’ The sight of her naked breasts, water bouncing off them, did zero to help his situation, the obvious signs of his arousal standing firm. With a hand full of shower gel, she grabs his manhood, and in a firm, but not painfully, way starts to rub the gel up and down, white froth spilling between her fingers. ‘You need a good scrub, you’re a very naughty and dirty boy’. Like a naughty school boy, she turns him round and starts to rub his back, too firmly to be erotic, and works all the way down, her fingers pushing into the crack of his own arse, but the quick, brusque manner lacking any of the gentle touch he had used on her. She turned him back to face her, and now, his body no longer ridged, she grabbed him again this time by the balls, and pulled him close to her. ‘About last night’ she started her voice firm. ‘I hadn’t planned it, I didn’t expect it.’ Here we go he thought; the fuck off. She continued. ‘I don’t regret a second of it, and I have to say it was just what I needed, and you I think. It was really good, and you really satisfied what I wanted, if you understand what I mean….and I don’t mean in just a physical way. I needed someone to hold me last night, to make me feel like things were ok, and you did that, you did that along time before we kissed. And after that, you gave me an evening I won’t forget, and for that I’ll always be grateful. Thank you for making me feel good about things.’ She leant forward, the water dripping off her head, and gently kissed him on the cheek. Like she had done many times before, at parties and social times, just as she left. But… he thought. ‘But ….it’s the morning now, and we have to be grown up. So now I’m going to get out of this shower, dry off, get dressed. Then I’m going to get in my car and go. I don’t know if I’m going back home yet, I don’t think I want to see him. But there are some friends I can stay with for a few days. And we will never mention this again, and just have it in our minds to keep as a happy thought on a bad day.’ He nodded, the drips of water from the shower dripping off his nose, his heart breaking, but his mind knowing that her words made perfect sense. Out of everything, he could put up with loosing his respect, his virtue, but not her friendship. ‘Or there’s the other option of course’ ‘He looked at her smiling face; his brow crinkled trying to understand her meaning. ‘Other option?’ he asked confused. She lifted her arms up, placing them on his loosely on his shoulders, staring deep into his eyes. She closed her grip, pulling him closer and closer, till they were touching each other chest to chest, and lifter herself slightly n her tiptoes, she moved her mouth to his ear. ‘That’s where you turn me around and fuck me in my arse you dirty boy. Like you were thinking this morning when you woke up. I could feel you so close. I know you like it, your ex is one of my friends, and I know you like it alot. So do me, right now, right here, right….’, she let out a deep and dirty laugh, as grabbing his hand she pulled it behind her pushing it into deep her butt crack, ‘ ….here’. Instantly, his flagging parts were standing to attention once more, his body suddenly aware of the pair of luscious breast pressed against his cheat, the look in her eyes, staring deep into his. They kissed, hard, firm, there mouths locked, tongues exploring each other, passion flowing through there embrace. His hands gripped her butt cheeks firmly, then he starts to move his hands to her front, aiming to explore the shaven lips once more, but again she stopped him, pulling away taking his hands in his. ‘No, I don’t want you to be tender. I don’t want you to take your time making me cum. I just want you to take me.’ She turns her back on him, bending forward slightly, and slowly wiggles her ass. ‘Here it is, all for you…’ He reaches out; resting his hands on her cheeks, gently pulling them apart, the letting them close. Apart then closed, apart then closed, each time watching her tight little hole pulling in time. He couldn’t sto himself, even if any part of him wanted to. Watching the shower water run down her crack, splashing across her sphincter, was too much. He knelt down behind her, pulling her closer to his mouth, biting without using his teeth at the soft wet flesh of his butt cheeks, first the left, then the right, then back again, each time moving closer to the centre, his hands pulling them as far apart as he could comfortably, before dropping butterfly kisses around her star. His tongue snakes out, flicking across it, and her little shocked jump pleases him. He pulls her closer to him, flicking side to side and up and down across the outside of her rear end, each time his spit mixing with the hot water, each time adding more to the outside. Quiet, gentle moans come from her as he licks, and now she starts to roll her hips on time, thrusting subtly backwards and forwards. Now his tongue starts to push harder, breaking the seal. She pushes back harder onto him, as he concentrates on making the entrance as wet and slippy as he can. He grips her butt firmly and moving his head back to feel the water dropping down on his face, his forefinger starts to flick at his bum, rubbing the natural lube into the opening. A deep moan comes from her as he pushes his finger inside, gently, working in an inch or so, and he uses his mouth to drip more spit onto his finger. Further he pushes it, until he’s got his entire finger inside, and he starts to pull it out a little, then back in, each time watching her move her hips in time. And as he speeds up, so does her writhing, until while not quick, it was enough. The growls coming from her showed him that he was doing it right. Well now it was his time to take control. He pushed his finger to the root, but as she tensed for him to pull back, he didn’t, instead using his thumb he started to reach between her legs, stroking from side to side the smooth flushed meatiness of her pussy. Even as the water cascaded down around them, the centre of those lips was wetter. Without any difficulty his thumbs slid inside, and he started to move his hand in and out, his finger sliding in her ass in time with his thumb fucking her pussy, intermittently nipping at her cheeks with the tips of his teeth. Faster and faster now his hand starting to blur, and with each thrust a grunt from her. Every so often he slows right down, and she rides it like a champion jockey, her knees bending to allow her to push harder. Trying had not to break the rhythm, and almost seceding, he stands up, his hands still pushing into her body, her body still pushing back against his hand. Standing behind her he strokes her back with his left hand, watching his fingers draw a track between the beads of water, quickly replace with a new deluge. Between his right thumb and forefinger he can feel each other, separated by the thin membrane. He starts to rub them together gently, she responding with a series of agreeable moans, rubbing his finger and thumb round together. Now he starts to thrust in and out again, quickly this time, his hand splayed to slap against her flesh with every push. Quicker and quicker now, her breathing getting louder and faster. As she matched his rhythm, a smile played on his lips. He pushed her down, bending her in front of him, her hand holding her weight against the wall. He gripped hard on her butt, pulling the cheek wide, and without warning he pulled his other hand put quickly, gripping the other cheek and pulling it the other way. He shifted his weight, stepping closer, his hard manhood stretching towards her. He pushed forward the swelled tip touching her orifice. She reached with her free hand, pulling her own cheek apart, freeing his hand to guide. Using his hand, he rubs a blob of spittle into the end of his throbbing member, and pushes hard against her, hold against the pressure for a few moments before relaxing away slightly, then pushing again, each time stretching her slightly, but the tight hole refusing entrance. He was sure that this wasn’t her first time, but he wasn’t sure he could gain entrance. She pushed against him, a frustrated cry coming from her lips. With one last hard push, he forced himself forward, the back of his mind worried about hurting her, but the front not caring. And like the breaking of a dam, he was inside, the swelling tip consumed. He stood for a few seconds, neither of them moving. Then very slowly, he started to rock forwards and back, each time entering her deeper by a few millimetres, each time he slowly pushed forward releasing a deep moan from somewhere deep in her throat. He carried on slowly for an eternity, though probably not more than a few seconds, until he was in her fully, his body tight against her butt. He stood still again, letting her settle and feel comfortable with the feeling of him inside her ass, listening as a long moan escaped her lips, her legs trembling, the obvious signs of a small climax through her body. He waits till she’s stilled, before gently pulling out slightly, only a small movement, and pushes back in. Taking his time, being as gentle as he can, he moves back and forward, each time a linger movement, until each time he pulls out just his swollen head is inside, and then pushes the length back in, Each cycle is accompanied by her voice, a grunting noise as he pushes in, a pleading, gasping noise as he comes out. She pulls her free hand back, lightly holding the side of his body, her hand making gentle grasps each time he enters. Now he starts to get quicker, still taking his time, but increasing the tempo. She responds, grasping him harder, pulling him into her. ‘Is this what you wanted’ he asks, a smile on his lips. She can only reply with a mmmmmmmm. H speeds up again, feeling her squeeze him, loving the sensation, loving to here the sounds from her. Now he starts to confuse the rhythm, deliberately hold away from her for a couple of seconds, before pushing back harder, each time accompanied by an outpouring of breath. He wishes that the bathroom had mirrors in front of them, so he could see her face, her breast moving opposite to his thrusts, knowing from her ragged breathing that her pale face would be flushed. He starts to go faster, till there wet skin rings out around the room every time he rams into her. He can feel her legs starting to buckle, her arm shaking against the wall. Her nails grip into his flesh, and she pushes back just as hard. She’s clenching his manhood hard, then relaxing before squeezing tight again. Her legs start to loose there balance, each dip pushing her harder onto him. He can feel the tightness in his balls, he knows he won’t be long, not when she’s so tight. ‘I’m…close’ he says, his breath coming in pants. ‘I’ll….I’ll pull….out’ She grips him tightly, grabbing him with her other hand ‘No…..you fukin…..don’t…..just...just a few more….seconds…I want it …..in me….filling……’ She can’t speak anymore, her body hit by orgasm. She clenches him tight with her muscles, as her legs go from under her, only his spearing and hands holding her up. She lets out a cry, an ancient sound of release, her back arching up, her hands gripping him tightly, nails almost puncturing her flesh. Her orgasm triggers his, and he shoots inside, wave after wave of his ejaculation shooting inside her anus, pulsing in time with her. His subconscious wondering how it could shoot so much after the night before. He held her tight as his finished, his whole load inside her, his energy gone in a wave of cum. He steeped back slightly, his cock sliding easily now inside, pulling out his manhood already starting to droop. She dropped to the floor, kneeling on all fours with her head down, her body still not under her control, each pulse, each involuntary twitch causing a small bead of cum to exit her arse, joining the flow of water over her swollen pussy lips, to drip onto the shower floor, washed away in the mini eddies around her body. He stood for a moment, letting the water wash over him, and looked down at her, the black ink of her tattoo’s shimmering in the water, her butt cheeks red from there collisions. He reached out and touched the small of her back, causing her to jump like an electric shock. ‘No please, just for a minute, don’t touch me. Touching me is too much’ She whispers, slowly turning over to sit on the floor. As she looks up at him, her cheeks flushed, her smile is no longer that of amusement, now just a deep look of satisfaction. As the water pours down around her, her black locks sticking to her face, she holds out her hands to him, to help her up, still unsteady on her feet. Gone is the confident women he got in the shower with, the dominant master, replaced by the gentle friend he had always known. She reached up behind his head and pulled him into a gentle embrace, long and slow. When they broke, she pulled him back, under the center of the showers flow, and with her head against his chest she held him, and he held her, for what seemed like an eternity. It's ok to fall 7 times, as long as you stand up 8 |
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