A little relief in the shower (version 2)

As previously mentioned, my cock was harder than it ever had been in my life. It had been hard since even before I actually entered the locker room, yet now, standing here under the shower head with a naked Lisa, it was truly painful, demanding that it be given some release. Lisa had to be aware of my arousal, it was blatantly obvious, yet she had not made mention of it. I was sure the pain was beginning to show on my face.

Lisa turned back to face me. “What’s wrong?” she asked as her eyes glanced down briefly before meeting mine again. A knowing smile played on her lips.

"James," she said softly, her tone understanding, "you don't need to be embarrassed. It's a perfectly natural reaction."

I felt my cheeks flush, despite the warm water cascading over us. "I... I'm sorry," I stammered.

She shook her head, still smiling. "Don't apologize. We're all adults here. Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

My breath caught in my throat. Was this really happening? "You... you wouldn't mind?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course not," Lisa replied, looking at me as if it was the most ridiculous question she had ever been asked, her hand already reaching towards me. "Besides, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve helped you out in here.”

I blinked in surprise. “it isn’t?”

Lisa laughed at my confusion, “James, you really are distracted today. You know we’ve been doing this for a while now.”

“Right.” The word came out as a whisper. I watched incredulously as Lisa’s hand moved toward my groin. So is this what I did now? Did I regularly come into the women’s locker room and get jerked off? And what else had Lisa and I done together? I didn’t remember. In all my reality twisting, I may have given myself extraordinary privileges but I hadn’t provided myself with the corresponding memories.

My inner monologue evaporated instantly however as her fingers wrapped around me. I gasped, my head spinning with the surreal nature of the situation. This new reality I had created was beyond anything I could have imagined. Lisa's touch was gentle yet confident, her movements practiced and purposeful.

"Just relax," she murmured, her free hand resting on my chest. "Let me take care of you."

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. The warm water, Lisa's soft skin against mine, her skilled ministrations - it was almost too much to process. A low moan escaped my lips.

"That's it," Lisa encouraged. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I could only nod, words failing me. My hips began to move of their own accord, matching Lisa's rhythm. The tension built rapidly, a coiling pressure seeking release.

"Lisa," I gasped, "I'm close..."

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Then let go, James. I've got you."

With those words, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. My body tensed, then shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over me. Lisa held me steady, her hand still moving gently as I rode out the intense climax.

As the aftershocks subsided, I slowly opened my eyes to find Lisa smiling at me, a mix of affection and satisfaction on her face.

"Feel better?" she asked, giving me a playful wink.

I nodded, still catching my breath. "Yeah... thank you," I managed to say.

Lisa chuckled softly. "Anytime, James. I love jerking you off in the shower.”

“Really?” I replied. “Of course,” she quickly responded, “it would be weird if I just let you stand there all pent up and hard. The least I can do if you are going to help me shower is make sure you cum properly. Leaving you with blue balls wouldn’t do anyone any good right? Now, since we are done with that, let’s get back to getting me clean. You still haven’t washed my chest.”

"Ok,” I stammered, my hand shaking as I reached for the soap again. My heart pounded as I lathered up my hands and then began applying the suds to Lisa's breasts. My brain screamed at the deliciously sinful act, but when I looked into Lisa's eyes, there was only trust and comfort. She leaned into me to give me better access to her and I reached around with my free arm to support her back, wrapping it around her waist and in the process pulling her even closer toward me. Our bodies were touching now and it was complete heaven - at least for me.

“Is this okay?” I found myself asking, despite the fact that it was I who had orchestrated this reality - but this was still new to me, and I wanted to understand how far I could push my luck.

“Of course, silly,” Lisa replied, her voice playful. “This is what we always do. You know exactly how I like it.”

I let out a sigh of relief and continued my task, my fingers exploring the contours of her body. Her skin was soft and warm, the sensation causing yet another stirring in me down below. I was once again hard as a rock. Yet Lisa remained unfazed as if this was all completely normal - which to her it apparently was.

As my hands roamed over her, I couldn’t help but be awestruck at the surreal quality of the moment - touching Lisa Davis in ways that I couldn’t have even imagined prior to a few moments ago and there was absolutely no resistance from her whatsoever. I was free to do anything I wanted to her and it would be fine. Regardless of what I did, it would be “exactly the way she likes it”.

With that thought in mind, I lost myself in the moment and kissed her straight on the lips.

Lisa didn't hesitate. Her lips met mine in a sweet, lingering kiss that made my heart bounce like a feverish drumbeat. The taste of her lips was inexplicably intoxicating, an intoxication I had coveted in secret for so long but was now free to nurse to satiation.

I pulled her even closer, instinctively deepening the kiss—yet to my relief, she did not shy away. Instead she tilted her head to grant me better access and responded with equal fervor, her arms winding around my neck making it clear to me that she was completely into this.

"James,” she breathed out as we finally broke apart, her lips slightly swollen from our passionate session, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. “This is nice,” she mumbled, leaning in for another fleeting kiss. It was a sight to behold, the object of my infatuation providing me access to her in the most intimate ways possible.

Again, I processed the baffling reality of the situation. The girl I'd been infatuated with was here, in the nude, under a shower, passionately kissing me. No one else found it extraordinary, not even her. Was this really my life now? A dream, I would wake up from? Or a cosmic joke, the punchline of which would reveal itself any moment?

"James?" Lisa's voice broke through my musing. "Are you alright? You seem distracted again. Am I doing something wrong?"

My gaze fell on her, her concern evident in the furrow between her brows. I gave her a wistfully assuring smile, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Here I was twisting reality to allow me the ability to do something with her that she would have never permitted in real life and she’s the one asking me if she’s doing something wrong? I looked into her eyes and responded, “Of course not. It’s just you're so beautiful, that's all."

She blushed at that, clearly relieved that she hadn’t insulted me, shaking her head as water droplets settled on her eyelashes. They caught the faint light in the shower, glittering like tiny diamonds. "Aw, you really are sweet, James. Now come on, let's finish showering."

I hesitated as our eyes met, hers showing an alluring mix of uncertainty and courage before finally closing the distance again. Another electric kiss under the cascading water - it was all so breathtakingly surreal.

“James,” Lisa said with a smirk after we pulled away, “are you hard again?” She asked looking downward.

I followed her gaze, feigning surprise at seeing my erect manhood standing proud. It was a testament to the arousal caused by Lisa's company. I shrugged, guilt beginning to gnaw at my nerves. “Yeah. I mean, can you blame me?”

She laughed, her voice a melodic symphony to my ears. “No, not really. Would you like me to take care of that again for you?" Her words carried a surreal promise of the pleasure to come.

"You... you really wouldn't mind?" I asked, my voice a mere whisper against the shower's steady hum.

"Not at all," she replied, apparently unfazed by my recurrent arousal, “again, I don’t want to see you leaving here with blue balls … especially not when they are caused by me.”

My heart pounded a thunderous rhythm in my chest as her hand once again moved towards me, confirming the reality that was rapidly becoming my norm. “And,” she began with a wicked smile, “I’m not taking any chance that you wouldn’t want to shower with me again.”

As Lisa's deft fingers wrapped around me for the second time, I riveted my gaze upon the woman who was rapidly becoming the epicenter of my universe. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, droplets raced down her lithe body only to be lost in the maze of curves and crevices. I reveled in the intimacy of the situation—the moment seemingly crafted from the musings of my nocturnal fantasies—yet with a realness that sent shivers up my spine.

"Just enjoy," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the rushing water as her experienced hand began to move, setting an intimate rhythm that promised sweet release. In response, my hands found their way around her waist, pulling her closer, the sensation of our wet, naked bodies against each other enough to send waves of pleasure cascading through me.

Lisa continued her ministrations for a few seconds when my attention was suddenly distracted by a voice from outside the shower stall.