A wonderful misunderstanding.

Sam's breathing is still erratic as you kiss each other, her little gasps and pants between each touch of your lips is a sure sign that she has thoroughly enjoyed the tongue lashing you just gave her. Staring intently into her eyes, her pupils seem slightly larger than before, she looks back at you with lust and desire, and pants, “Quite pleased with yourself, aren't you John.”

“Are you complaining?” You answer as you give Samantha another kiss, enjoying the feel of her breasts flatten against you with each breath, her erect nipples teasing your chest.

“I should have known a college professor would be good with using his mouth.” Sam gives a slight nibble on your lower lip.

“Well I did say 'ladies first.'” You smile, confirming Sam's original assessment, that you are very pleased with yourself and even more with the gorgeous naked woman in your arms.

That little evil grin now returns to her face and Sam begins to slowly gyrate her hips, causing your quite erect manhood to drag back and forth against her firm abdomen. You now both begin to breathe heavy, and with each breath Sam rhythmically sways her body back and forth.

“A man of his word,” Sam rubs her body more dramatically against yours, effectively jerking you off, “should be rewarded.”

With a final upper ward rub of her abdomen Sam takes a half step backwards. The tip of your rock hard shaft still rests against her skin, but it give Sam enough room to slide her hand in. Gliding her fingers up your cock she takes a firm grip. “Let me get back to where we started.” She smiles.

“Ahh!” You gasp at her touch, it seems like she has equal effect on you, as you have on her. Her breathing now under control, and with that impish little grin, Sam begins to slide her hand up and down your manhood in a slow corkscrew motion. Now it is your turn to lose your breath, as she quickly drives you to the edge.

The imp like grin, becomes a wicked smile, as Sam begins to lower herself, clearly planning on going to her knees before you.

“Oh, my.” You groan. A few ex girlfriends have tried to give you fellatio before, but because of your girth, and their lack of interest, it never went to completion, or was even that enjoyable as foreplay. The fiery redhead, however, you have no doubt knows what she is doing, and considering how excited you're, you know you won't last long.

“No.” Mustering all your willpower you take Sam by the shoulders straightening her up. One of those mysterious looks comes across Sam's face, you are not sure if she is angry, aroused or curious, though by the raised arc of her right eyebrow you have the feeling Sam isn't use to having guys say no to a blow job from her. “We have other business to attend to first.” You manage to say with somewhat of a level voice, which takes some effort considering Sam still has you by the privates.

“Something else you have in mind John?” Sam asks with a very suggestive voice as she continues to stroke you.

“Yes . . .” Giving a little grunt you try to focus, though you can't help but wonder if Sam is as good with her lips as she is with her hand. “You said you needed a shower . . .” You give a deep groan, trying to keep calm, as you are heading steadily for quite a climax, “. . . I need to finish the job.”

Continuing her very effect massage Sam smile, “Going for full service are we?”

“Turn around!” You blurt out, uttering the same words you used before, though with a much more commanding voice. You didn't mean to sound so sharp and forceful, but you're desperately close to cumming.

Sam stops her jerking motion, though still holding onto your cock. She looks like she is about to say something, but instead bits her lower lip in one of the sexiest images you have ever seen in your life. Complying to your accidental order, she lets go of you and turns around, the shower's water now spraying against her chest and upper abdomen.

Taking a few deep breaths, and fighting the urge to bend her over and trust yourself into her, to relieve yourself, you resolve, however, to pleasure the redheaded businesswoman as long as you can, both out of affection to please your lover and out of manly pride.

First, you need to slow things down a bit, if you're going to last for any length of time. Taking the cheap generic shampoo you keep in the shower you lather up your hands and begin to work it into Sam's lovely red hair.

Moving from her hair to massaging her scalp Sam begins to twitch her closed legs back and forth, squirming a bit. “You are a very evil man Mr. Hampton.” She purrs with pleasure.

In truth your ploy to wash Sam's hair was only a stalling tactic, but who knew it could turn out to be such a stimulant. Carefully washing every inch of Sam's crimson locks, the aroused redhead begins to moan.

“Close your eyes.” You gently ask as you guide her head under the water to wash off the soap.

Letting Sam step back to get out of the jet stream, she groans as the water splashes across her breasts. Lifting up tits to the rushing water she begins to fondle herself, clearly enjoying being washed by you.

Following the obvious signals, and wanting to extend her enjoyment as long as possible, you open the shower door and taking a half a step out, you lean over to the nearby sink vanity. Swinging the vanity door open you grab a two sided sponge and after closing the vanity door you step back into the shower. Crouching down you start washing every inch of Sam's glorious frame from the bottom up with the soft side of the sponge.

Giving a few suppressed giggles Sam sways back and forth a bit as it tickles her toes. “Let me guess John, you're the thorough, everything has to be done just right type?” You don't answer, a bit amused the feisty redhead is so skilled at reading you, instead you move the sponge up, making sure you wash every inch of Sam's wonderfully curved athletic long legs.

As the sponge approaches the underside of her ass cheeks Sam looks over her shoulder at you with one of her sexy mischievous looks. “A bit anal, are we?”

Blushing a bit, Sam again freezes you with that word.

“Hmm, such a choirboy.” She purrs while flicking her hair back as she again faces forward, apparently quite pleased with herself.

There is no doubt your opponent is teasing you, the fact Sam has begun to sway her ass a bit right in front of your face, is proof enough. The question, you ponder, if it was also a request. Deciding to ignore her taunt, and play the game a bit yourself, you stand lathering up the sponge. Bypassing her beautiful firm ass altogether you begin to wash Sam's lower back.

“Tease.” Sam gives an amused chuckle.

“Not as anal as you think.” You quip, gently working the soap into her back.

“Pfft.” Sam protests. “Yeah right, you even keep a clock in your shower.” Sam taps on the bath clock attached right below the shower head. It was a gag gift by one of your favorite professor from a semester you did in Oxford, who appreciated how punctual you always were, unlike most “colonials.”

Opening the waterproof clock's plastic face cover the mischievous Republican begins to examine the device. “I mean who keeps a clock in their shower?”

You fight the initial urge to tell you to stop playing around, but Sam only chuckles, “Let me guess, you have a clock in every room.” She looks back again with that smirk, “And they're all perfectly set to the exact correct time, aren't they?” Turning her attention back to the device she spins the arms around like a propeller on a toy airplane, messing up the time.

Though it does bother you that one of your clocks is now out of sink, you cannot help but smile about how spot on the lovely Samantha is at reading you. Her playful, carefree, personality is so different then any of your other former vanilla girlfriends. Deciding you better regain the lead, you ignore the clock and flipping the sponge over to the rough side you start to wash her upper back and shoulders.

Sam purrs again in pleasure, her fingers spin the clock hands even faster. “Hmm.” Sam's body quivers a bit. Seeing that Sam is enjoying that rough side more, you scrub a bit harder, turning the washing into a massage.

Sam groans loudly, her right hand grabs onto the clock.

“Snap.”

The hands of the clock break off into Sam's clenched fingers.

Taking a second to realize what she has done Sam asks in a sheepish voice, “I hope that wasn't too expensive.”

“Don't worry about.” You shrug off the damage, unconcerned about the cheap clock. “I can get another one the next time I am in the UK.”

“You got it abroad?” Sam seems genuinely apologetic.

Not wanting to ruin the moment over some stupid piece of plastic you open the shower door and throw the sponge in the sink, thinking of something Sam might enjoy more.

“Ohh.” Sam gives a faint groan of disapproval. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't worry.” It is your turn to give a mischievous grin, “I have something more fitting for this situation.” You grab your bathing brush, the one with the firm bristles, thinking that if Sam liked the rough side of the sponge, she would probably like being massaged by the bristles even more.

Sam's eyes go wide, “Oh my!” She exclaims, almost in shock, spinning half around staring at the long handled wooden brush.

Surprised by her reaction you pause for a second, trying to figure out what is going on.

Running her finger over the broad flat end of the back of the wooden brush she glares at it, almost transfixed by it. That weird look comes across her face again. Concerned? Aroused? Shocked? You are not sure, but you're certain she is excited. Looking down at the broken clock parts in her other hand, then at the brush and then finally back at you, she speaks with almost a terrible in her voice, “Well I guess I kind of deserve it.”

As you ponder Sam's cryptic comment, for her words are surprisingly selfish, but her demeanor is quite submissive, the redhead places the clock hands on the shower ledge where the shampoo is kept and then turns off the water. Now even more confused, thinking Sam wants the washing to stop, you watch her place her hands flat against the shower wall and then slightly bend over. Curving the small of her back she sticks her ass up and out, as if offering it up to you.

Never having a girlfriend into anything very kinky before, you are not sure what exactly Sam is expecting. Deciding it would be contrary to the mood, you rule out simply asking. Though a bit concern you are clearly missing something, the mystery, and the sight of that wonderful ass, makes your rested cock begin to spring to attention again.

Surprised by how loudly Sam gasps when you gently place the bristles against her right ass cheek, you pause a moment, before slowly swirling the bristles around in an ever growing circle, massaging her rear.

Gyrating her ass, Sam follows any movement you make, her rear taking its lead from the brush's direction. Even more curious, and very arousing, she begins to give off faint little whimpers as if she is being denied. Watching that ass dance around following your command, and those **** little moans, has their effect on you. Your manhood twitches to full length.

Whipping her head around Sam looks at you with all consuming lust, yet also as if she is waiting for something. Deciding now is the time to move beyond a simple washing you drag the bristles down off Sam's ass and in between her legs.

“Oh fuck!” Sam almost yells. “You're such a tease!” She complains and groans in sexual desire. Yet she complies with your lead, spreading her legs, lifting up her ass, allowing the brush easier access to her inner most regions.

Knowing how sensitive that part of a woman's body is you move the brush around as gingerly as possible, a bit surprised the bristles aren't too stiff for her. Sam's reaction, however, clearly is one of complete passion. Long guttural groans and little cries of excitement are mixed in with that strange whimpering.

Grinding herself down on the brush Sam begins to pant. Clenching her right fist against the shower wall she struggles to stay in position. “Damn it John!” Sam swears.

Knowing the signs from her first orgasm when you went down on her, you realize Sam is very close once again. She clearly wants something else, but your lust to have that amazing body has overtaken you, besides you goal of resting yourself and arousing her has clearly been accomplished.

Hanging up the brush on a hook in the shower you take Sam by the hips and gently spin her around so she is facing you. She goes to say something in protest, but your passionate kiss silences any objections. “I want you Samantha.” You groan as you slide your hand down her side and then taking hold of your rigid shaft.

Lifting her right leg up a bit and to the side, Sam leans back against the wall positioning herself to receive you.

“Yesss John!” She groans as the tip of your head penetrates her.

Both moaning with each gentle trust, you methodically work yourself into her.

Grabbing your ass and pulling you forward, Sam makes it clear she doesn't at all mind your size. “Ohhh!” Sam gives a muffled scream, as you full insert yourself. As her body begins to quiver, Sam wraps her arms around you and losing all control of her breathing pants heavily until she opens her mouth as if to give out one final scream, but instead only gasps for a breath. Looking into her eyes a most extraordinary thing happens. Her beautiful hazel pupils dilate and almost double in size as her body quakes into a full orgasm.