We hadn’t know each other long, but there was a sweetness about our affection for one another that was intoxicating. A desire to touch one another gently. To kiss softly. To be close.
We had been laughing and joking, running around the house like children. I grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the dressing room. He sat down, smiling at me, catching his breath. I regarded him for a moment, made a decision, and then proceeded to strip off my clothes. He watched me attentively, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise, joy and uncertainty.
I went around the corner and turned on the water for the shower. The space was huge, more the size of a walk in closet than a shower. It was open, with no door, and the water came down from the ceiling like rain, without a specific shower head. It was fantastic.
I walked into the misty cascade, the water slowly soaking my hair and covering my skin, beginning to pool at my feet. After a moment, he came around the corner, still dressed. I turned to him and stood still, letting him look at me and make his own decision.
He took off his clothes and hung them on the hooks on the wall. Then, he joined me under the water.
The air between us was still. Calm. But inside of me, there was a churning. His growing erection and his eyes told me that he must be feeling the same way, and that we were both committed the outcome of this sweet game.
In the rainy wet of the shower, he came to me and took me gently at the waist, bending down to kiss me. Our mouths, wet and warm, came together beautifully. Our lips pressed together, then opened gently as our tongues began exploring one another’s mouths.
We were not embracing. Our mouths were touching. His hands rested gently on my waist. Mine were on his arms. The only other contact between us was the push of his erection against my stomach. The lack of contact was maddening, totally hot. All of a sudden my body was on fire. I did not want to go through any preamble or foreplay, I wanted to feel this man inside me and I told him so.
“Put yourself inside me. I want you inside me.”
He paused, looking at me for a moment, and then obliged. Putting his arms around me, he lifted me to the built-in shelf at the side of the shower. It was the perfect height as he sat me upon it.
“Don’t thrust.
We had been laughing and joking, running around the house like children. I grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the dressing room. He sat down, smiling at me, catching his breath. I regarded him for a moment, made a decision, and then proceeded to strip off my clothes. He watched me attentively, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise, joy and uncertainty.
I went around the corner and turned on the water for the shower. The space was huge, more the size of a walk in closet than a shower. It was open, with no door, and the water came down from the ceiling like rain, without a specific shower head. It was fantastic.
I walked into the misty cascade, the water slowly soaking my hair and covering my skin, beginning to pool at my feet. After a moment, he came around the corner, still dressed. I turned to him and stood still, letting him look at me and make his own decision.
He took off his clothes and hung them on the hooks on the wall. Then, he joined me under the water.
The air between us was still. Calm. But inside of me, there was a churning. His growing erection and his eyes told me that he must be feeling the same way, and that we were both committed the outcome of this sweet game.
In the rainy wet of the shower, he came to me and took me gently at the waist, bending down to kiss me. Our mouths, wet and warm, came together beautifully. Our lips pressed together, then opened gently as our tongues began exploring one another’s mouths.
We were not embracing. Our mouths were touching. His hands rested gently on my waist. Mine were on his arms. The only other contact between us was the push of his erection against my stomach. The lack of contact was maddening, totally hot. All of a sudden my body was on fire. I did not want to go through any preamble or foreplay, I wanted to feel this man inside me and I told him so.
“Put yourself inside me. I want you inside me.”
He paused, looking at me for a moment, and then obliged. Putting his arms around me, he lifted me to the built-in shelf at the side of the shower. It was the perfect height as he sat me upon it.
“Don’t thrust.
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Just be inside me. Fill me up and stay there. Let me feel you inside me. Let yourself feel me around you.”
With a lift of his eyebrow, he did as I asked. Holding onto my hips and watching my face carefully, he slowly pushed inside of me until his full length was sheathed within my body.
“Ahhh,” I sighed. It was amazing. “Don’t move,” I said. “Just feel this.”
It was exquisite. We had never shared more than a kiss and a chaste caress before and now, here we were, naked, soaked and bodily connected. Intimate lovers.
My hands were on his arms and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. The urge to move was almost overpowering. I could see it in him and he could see it in me. Our eyes were locked together, both of us breathing more heavily now.
“Just stay still. Just a moment longer.”
He nodded.
Then, it began. As we looked at one another, the look on his face shifted to one of pure carnal pleasure and he sucked in his breath. He closed his eyes for a long moment and I could see the muscles in his torso contract as he began to moan. Opening his eyes again, his hands tightened on my hips. He was pushing himself as hard against me as possible as his body stiffened and he fought to remain still.
Watching the climax overtake his body, my own body reacted and I felt my own orgasm began to build. I locked my eyes on his, reveling in this turn of events as my breath shortened and my body lit up. Then, I felt him begin to pulse inside of me and, as he came into me, my body exploded around him, my deep muscles squeezing and massaging. My own cries joined his as we both came hard, and I arched backwards in my ecstasy, barely containing my own urge to move as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.
Then, his arms were around me, pulling my body to his. His mouth was on mine, his tongue thrusting in the way his cock had not. The kiss was beautiful, passionate and full of the sweetness and relief of new physical love.
As our mouths parted, the smile on his face was pure joy. My own smile met his and I began to giggle. He lifted me up, disconnecting from me with a moan. Then, with eyes still hungry and a body still stiffly awake, he lay me down on the wet floor under the warm, raining, water and began to explore the body he had just experienced.
With a lift of his eyebrow, he did as I asked. Holding onto my hips and watching my face carefully, he slowly pushed inside of me until his full length was sheathed within my body.
“Ahhh,” I sighed. It was amazing. “Don’t move,” I said. “Just feel this.”
It was exquisite. We had never shared more than a kiss and a chaste caress before and now, here we were, naked, soaked and bodily connected. Intimate lovers.
My hands were on his arms and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. The urge to move was almost overpowering. I could see it in him and he could see it in me. Our eyes were locked together, both of us breathing more heavily now.
“Just stay still. Just a moment longer.”
He nodded.
Then, it began. As we looked at one another, the look on his face shifted to one of pure carnal pleasure and he sucked in his breath. He closed his eyes for a long moment and I could see the muscles in his torso contract as he began to moan. Opening his eyes again, his hands tightened on my hips. He was pushing himself as hard against me as possible as his body stiffened and he fought to remain still.
Watching the climax overtake his body, my own body reacted and I felt my own orgasm began to build. I locked my eyes on his, reveling in this turn of events as my breath shortened and my body lit up. Then, I felt him begin to pulse inside of me and, as he came into me, my body exploded around him, my deep muscles squeezing and massaging. My own cries joined his as we both came hard, and I arched backwards in my ecstasy, barely containing my own urge to move as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.
Then, his arms were around me, pulling my body to his. His mouth was on mine, his tongue thrusting in the way his cock had not. The kiss was beautiful, passionate and full of the sweetness and relief of new physical love.
As our mouths parted, the smile on his face was pure joy. My own smile met his and I began to giggle. He lifted me up, disconnecting from me with a moan. Then, with eyes still hungry and a body still stiffly awake, he lay me down on the wet floor under the warm, raining, water and began to explore the body he had just experienced.
