The best memories are those made without prior planning. Like last night....I was in need of a shower. I love it when he joins me but it seems we've been in this weird phase where I ask him to join me and he rejects my requests. It's almost like it puts him on the spot or he is somehow self conscious, so, I stopped asking. Last night, he offered. I was pleased.
The moment the hot water touched my by body, goosebumps blanketed every inch of it. Instantaneously, every muscle relaxed from the day and I turned it hotter. I stood still allowing the water to rush down my back, down my legs, feet and into the drain. He knocked on the bathroom door lightly to warm me he was coming in.
I love his bathroom. I love it partly because I helped him remodel it, but mostly because it was the first project he took on where I got to see first hand how his mind works. HE is incredibly talented and intelligent. HE is spatially competent and his ideas about textures are similar to mine. HE loves the natural elements and his bathroom is a great example of wood and rock and smooth and rough.
HE disrobed and I watched. HE doesn't realize how incredibly sexy HE is and that makes him that much sexier. When he opened the glass door and stepped inside it was if a huge magnet pulled him to me. His body pressed up against mine and he kissed me long and hard. Those goosebumps reappeared all over again. His hands wandered and explored my body. HE grabbed my breasts and squeezed lightly while he kissed me again. Then HE slid his hands down my hips, to my ass, and pulled me closer. I could feel his full grown erection poking me in my stomach. Just as I reached my hand down to grab it, HE lifted my leg up to prop in on the bench. (I am so happy he decided to build a small bench in the shower. Not only is it wonderful for shaving, it is a great sex prop.)
I stood on my tippy toes, legs spread apart, and he entered me from the front. He pumped his hard cock inside of me until my breathing became shallow and quick. Just as I closed my eyes, he pulled out and turned me around. He bent me over. My hands rested on the bench covered in river pebbles. Three walls of the shower are covered in black, white, brown, gold and marbled pebbles surrounded with pewter colored grout. Slate colored granite covers the floor throughout the bathroom as well as in the shower. The water looks like a small stream flowing as it runs down the walls of the shower. As I studied the pebbles, felt them under the weight of my hands, he grabbed my hips and plunged his manhood deep inside of me.
The water made a slapping noise as his hips banged into my ass....like the sound made when stomping through a mud puddle. My tits jiggled and the lower half of my body tingled. Bang, bang, bang...HE knows how hard I like when HE's behind me. HE stops himself and turns me back around to face him.
HE sits me down on the bench. "Oh goodie," I think to myself. I get to blow him now. Wrong. HE wants to pleasure himself and HE wants me to watch. "Touch yourself," HE demands. I do. But as he stares at my chest, I grab my tits, hard nipples and all, and push them together as if to let him know I'm ready to receive what HE wants to give me. I reach around him and grab his ass. It is so tight and his hips are thrust forward as he strokes up and down, faster and faster. The head of his cock is rigid and red as HE breathes harder. I look up at his eyes and they are looking back at me. I stroke his balls and he moans. Faster and faster, I grab my tits again and move closer to him. HE is ready; I can tell.
HE explodes all over my chest as he continues stroking. His body jerks involuntarily from the intensity of the orgasm.
I stand up and we kiss again....long and hard. His eyes looked more relaxed and HE is ready for bed. I am fully awake now and ready for more.
Good night my sweet. Thanks for the late night shower.
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