Cleanup time

Hannah and Ashton enjoyed each other’s embrace for a few warm, quiet moments, muttering sweet nothings to each other, their hands reaching to each other before holding gently together. It felt good.

But nothing can last forever. As they felt their exposed skin grow cold and their sweat and other fluids dry on their skin, it soon became uncomfortable enough they parted and looked at each other for a moment.

“Wow, that was…” Ashton paused, then smiled. “Well, I enjoyed it.”

She nodded. “Me too. But… I think it’s time for a quick shower.” She looked down at herself, then at him. {if Lust < 60}{if Squirter = True}Her juices were dribbling and cooling down her thighs, and Ashton’s face was also quite the mess. Not to mention the state of the couch. {endif}{if Gym bunny = True}He was still naked from the half down, and there was lube on both his crotch and her hand{if Porn Star = True}, not to mention his cute ass…{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True} as well as her crotch where she rubbed against him.{endif}{if Hotwife = True}She was also sweaty, and despite his delightful tongue bath she was certainly still not clean.{endif}{endif}{if Massive melons = True}{if Porn Star = True}Her breasts were messy with a mix of spit, sweat and cum, especially in between them. There was no way she would let this slide. {endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}Her breasts and stomach were still a mess, her breastmilk drying on her skin, and Ashton’s hands weren’t clean either. {endif}{if Hotwife = True}Her sexy clothes had gotten sweaty and dirty, she would have to wash them later, as well as him cum drying on her back.{endif}{endif}{if Blowjob enjoyer = True}Although she licked him clean, his cock obviously still needed cleaning, not to mention her {if Hotwife = True}face, still coated with him cum as she wiped her eye and carefully opened it. She loved being dirty, but now that the fun was over it was time to clean up.{else}chin and mouth, which were sticky with spit and cum.{endif}{endif}{endif} They could both use some clean-up. And this brought a fun idea into Hannah’s mind.

“Want to shower together?‘ She suggested, a smile creeping on her lips. She enjoyed after-sex showers, and had some fond memories where the shower led, eventually, to MORE shower sex. She idly caressed her pussy as she remembered.

But Ashton frowned and shook his head. “Uhh, that sounds nice, but… It’s ok. You go first, I can go after you!”

After a moment of brief disappointment she smiled and kissed him before retreating into the bathroom with a towel in hand. {if Love = True}She still loved him deeply, in all his little quirks and differences. And if their desires didn’t always match? She would deal with that, for his sake.{endif}{if Denial = True}She couldn’t expect to fuck again and again, like she used to before. Things were different now.{endif}{if Manipulation = True}It was not worth it to antagonize him now, just for extra sex. And if she really needed release, there were… Other ways.{endif}

As she hopped onto the shower and turned it on, her mind wandered to her boyfriend. Him rejecting the shower seemed out of left field after what they had done together, and she wondered why he had refused. Was it the shirt thing again?

He seemed really adamant about not taking off his shirt in front of her. At first she thought it was just an arbitrary boundary, like an inexperienced girl saying ‘just the tip’, as a way to put a barrier to feel comfortable and more in control of the experience while still having some naughty fun. She had done similar things herself, back when she was inexperienced.

But what could it be? Was it just body image issues? He had a bit of a belly, or was too skinny and insecure about it? Or… A scar, or some kind of disfigurement? Something that made him really insecure about his body? Either would explain somewhat why he was 26 and still apparently a virgin, if he had body image problems. As she sprayed warm water and wiped herself, she idly wondered what she could do to make him come out of his shell. Or his shirt, as it were.

{if Lust > 50}She touched her needy pussy as she showered and immediately felt a burning, frustrated need bubbling inside her. Fuck, this evening was a step in the right direction, but it had not been enough! And as she rubbed herself, her mind fantasized about getting fucked by a nice, hard cock belonging to someone she didn’t know. No frills, no worries, just a good rough fuck. {if Love = True}The guilt from her desires burned inside her like a red-hot iron, and yet… She still couldn’t stop her hand… Or her unfaithful thoughts. She hated herself for this, but it felt too good for her to stop.{endif}{if Denial = True}It wasn’t wrong, she told herself. These were just thoughts, simple desire. As long as she didn’t act on them, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. And with her guilt calmed, she masturbated furiously to the thought of being fucked by other men.{endif}{if Manipulation = True}As she teased her pussy, her mind wondered if there was anyone she could contact for a good fuck. Once that pathetic wimp was gone from her apartment… And the thought of calling her husband pathetic behind his back only turned her on further.{endif}{else}She touched her pussy and felt a warm glow within herself. Damn, that had such a good evening. Maybe not perfect, but after being pent-up for so long it had been such a relief to connect with Ashton like that. And maybe… This meant that their relationship was not doomed from the start? Of course, she would need to go further. And very often. She idly wondered if her libido would be too much for him, but at this moment she had hope that things would work out. And it was this hope, more than anything else, that made her happy.{endif}

When she finally turned off the shower and dried her hair with a towel, it was with a sigh of relief. She wrapped a towel around her, no need for anything more after what they had done, and left the bathroom with a smile.

“Alright! Your turn, stud!” She joked, wrapping the towel tighter around her body to better accentuate her figure. It would be fun to tease him, she thought. But these thoughts drained like ice when she saw Ashton. He was in her bedroom, looking inside her wardrobe, and he gave a startled jump when she spoke, turning to her with a surprised expression.