Getting ready for the day

The kitchen was quiet except for the clink of forks against plates and the occasional murmur of conversation. Ben leaned back in his chair, watching Sarah as she finished her eggs.

“First dibs on the shower,” Sarah said, tossing her plate into the dishwasher.

"Hey, how about we take one together? You know, to save time," Ben asked, smirking.

"Sure thing," Sarah replied casually as she headed upstairs. Ben followed behind her, his gaze lingering on the way the shorts she used as pajamas hugged her ass.

"Well, in the interests of saving time, you should be naked," Ben said as he followed behind her. She was always strict about wearing a robe to the bathroom, and he enjoyed the thought of her walking through the halls naked instead.

To Ben's surprise, Sarah's clothes instantly vanished, her bare, perfectly rounded ass swaying just inches in front of his face. Sarah didn't break stride at her sudden nudity, bunny slippers vanished into thin air, her feet landing softly on the hardwood floor, letting Ben glimpse her naked tits bounce lightly as she ducked into her room. A second later she popped back out, still naked but carrying a towel.

Ben stood frozen for a second in shock, watching as she walked naked to the bathroom, her pert, unconstrained tits swaying. The notification had mentioned that he could do what he wanted with a Designated's possessions, but he hadn't expected that! Ben shook himself out of his stupor and ducked into his own room, quickly stripping and hurrying to follow her, hard dick bobbing up and down.

Sarah had bent over to turn on the shower, casually presenting her heart-shaped ass to Ben as she tested the temperature, and giving him a tantalizing side view of her hanging breasts. She stepped into the stream, water cascading down her body in silver rivulets, beading on her nipples before rolling down between her thighs.

Ben stepped into the close confines of the shower behind her, his hands finding their way to her hips, then higher, skimming over the soft swell of her belly and coming to rest cupping her breasts. Ben felt her nipples harden against his palms as he felt her up, her gentle mounds soft and pliant, his hands more than enough to engulf them fully. Her body responded to his touch, subtly arching into his touch, and she sighed softly, but through it all she continued to wash herself, as if this intimate exploration was just another part of her daily routine. His hands roamed lower, skimming over swell of her ass, giving her a playful smack, which drew a quick, sharp gasp from her. Her breath hitched ever so slightly as his fingers traced a path around her waist, between her thighs, and to her lower lips, teasing the entrance to her pussy with a feather-light touch that sent shivers through her body. He pressed up against her, his throbbing cock nestling snugly between the firm globes of her ass, but she carried on washing herself, if a bit awkwardly, with only a slight tremor in her hands.

Without warning, Ben knocked the soap from her hands and spun her around, pressing her back against the shower wall, kissing her hungrily as a hand resumed its exploration between her legs. Sarah melted into him, grinding against his questing fingers.

"I AHHH thought we were showering together to save time! This iSSSSSn't helping," she protested weakly between kisses, but made no move to resume washing herself. He kissed her deeply, arms wrapping around her, pulling her to him, his dick naturally seating itself between her thighs, pressed up against her lower lips. He playfully ground against her, sawing his length up and down her gash, drawing a moan from her.

"Do you want me?" he asked breathily. She nodded. "Tell me what you want."

“I want to feel you inside me,” she breathed, the words thick with desire. She reached down, grabbing hard length and seating him at her opening. He thrust in, hard, gripping her firm ass, driving deep in one smooth motion. She gasped, then nimbly wrapped her legs around his waist, eagerly pulling his cock deeper into her moist folds.

"Harder!" she gasped, and he grunted in agreement, pulling himself back and then thrusting back in with all he had, his hips grinding against hers, each thrust deep and satisfying. Their moans echoed in the shower as he buried himself inside of her, over and over, water running over them, her hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in, breasts pressed against his chest, her breath coming in ragged bursts as he buried himself inside her again and again.

Ben came hard, deep within her. Sarah spasmed against him, holding on for dear life, moaning softly, pulling herself fully onto his length as shot after hot shot splashed deep inside her. She weakly unwrapped her legs, and he pulled back slowly, reluctantly withdrawing his still hard rod from her grasping gash. Sarah stood there shakily, still supporting herself on his shoulders. Ben caught his breath and then looked at her, steam swirling around them, making everything seem hazy and dreamlike.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, running a hand down her damp cheekbone, brushing away a stray strand of hair. He stepped back and she looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, her face flushed, breasts quacking as her breathing gradually returning to normal. Then she nonchalantly bent down, not minding his dick brushing across her face, and grabbed the soap again.

"Well, so much for saving time," she commented casually as she went right back to cleaning herself. Ben shook his head in amazement and grabbed his own soap.