Sam certainly enjoys it

Not being able to come up with a fitting verbal response, you follow Samantha into your upstairs bathroom, the one with a glassed-in shower in one corner of it. Stopping in the middle of your bathroom, Sam turns around and smiles at you, and it is with a curious mix of calmness and **** excitement that you watch her maintain her smile as she starts fidgeting with the towel wrapped round her torso.
When it comes undone and slides off her, she doesn’t strike a pose or attempt to show off for you in any way. Instead, she hangs the towel up next to yours and resumes standing in front of you.

“I guess someone’s a boobman, huh?” Sam subjects you to some friendly teasing that makes you grin wide. You had been watching her heavy, firm tits pretty closely while she hung up the towel, and since they’re real rather than implants, there was quite a bit of jiggling and bouncing associated with her moving about.

“I have a thing for redheads too,” you admit, and remain in place as Sam covers the few feet separating you from each other and slings her arms round your neck.

“Good,” Sam’s sensuous purr lasts right up till the moment where your lips meet again, at which point you place your hands on her hips and pull her closer, with Sam pressing her bared tits tight against your chest while your tongues meet, letting you feel her stiff nipples digging into your skin. The kissing continues and is soon combined with the two of you writhing against each other while stepping back and forth across the same couple of inches of bathroom floor over and over again. Meanwhile, your hands have moved on from Sam’s hips and are instead running up and down her sides all the way up to the sides of her tits and all the way down to her thighs. You’re now rock-hard, your fully engorged member pointing off to your left as it’s trapped inside your shorts and its side is rubbing against Sam’s right hip.

When you move your right hand to Sam’s left asscheek and work the back of it in underneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms, she stops moving her tongue and instead moans into your mouth before stabbing her hips out behind her, pulling your hand along with it and causing it to be trapped inside her bottoms, your fingertips rubbing against the curvature of her asscrack.
Sam moves her lips away from yours and instead starts kissing her way down the side of your throat, almost distracting you from how she’s just lifted her arms from your neck and how her hands find their way to the waistline of your shorts.

With a few blind flicks of her wrists, Sam undoes your shorts, and you shimmy your hips to send them sliding down your legs, having gotten them almost all the way down your thighs when you hear Sam moaning with excitement when your freed cock comes sweeping in and ends up rubbing against the point where her waist meets up with her right hip. As you once discovered when looking it up on the web while still a very self-conscious, insecure teen – and Sam’s about to find out – you’re above average in length and very much above average when it comes to the thickness of your member. In all honesty, your dick is the one part of your anatomy that could accurately be summed up with the term ‘fat’.

Jerking and shifting her hips, Sam gets the crown your cock to come sliding across the base of her stomach, and you can feel the material of her bikini bottoms rubbing against the underside of your cockhead and the soft skin of her belly doing the same to the top before it slides upwards over her stomach as she inches her way closer to you again, all this without ceasing showering your neck with soft, loving kisses.
Your shorts are round your ankles when you move your right hand back up from between Sam’s firm, shapely asscheeks and bring your left hand back down onto her other hip, making her finally break away from your neck and look at you with her beautiful face lit up in an excited smile by wrapping your fingers round the waistband of her bottoms and proceeding to pull them down, peeling them away from her pussy and down from between her buttocks.

As you work the bottom half of Sam’s bikini down her thighs, the two of you end up leaning closer together, with Sam’s hands on your shoulder blades and her lips brushing against your left shoulder while the narrowed gap between you has resulted in practically the whole of the underside of your dick now pressing against her stomach. Soon, Sam surprises you by pressing her hips closer to you still while arcing her back away from you, and you let out a throaty groan when you feel an entirely different pair of lips – still belonging to Sam though – brush against your balls while the way in which she moves her back causes her tits to come swelling further up over your chest until her underboobs are all that’s left in contact with it and you can see her nipples pointing up at your face. They’re more pink than brown, like her areolae, and while you don’t exactly have a lot of time to study them before she shifts her back again to slide them down against your chest and bring her pussy away from your testes, you can’t help but think that they’re probably a little bigger than what’s your experience tells you is average.

“I-I think I really need to get inside that shower,” Samantha’s voice is breathless and unsteady, making your heart swell as you realize that you’re the cause of it.

“Me too,” Using your slight height advantage to your benefit, you lean in and plant a tender kiss on the top of her head, and can hear her let out a lovely little giggle that she does so. Just about every sound that she makes and every word she utters makes you doubt her claims of lacking any and all musical talent. Surely a woman with a voice that beautiful should be able to sing.

Without discussing it, the two of you end your embrace and quickly get out of your clothes, leaving you both naked as you enter the shower with Samantha leading the way. While Sam turns the water one and uses one hand to check the temperature, you close the glass door behind you – two of the walls are glass and the other two white tiles like the rest of the bathroom – and realize that your shower’s not bigger than that your cockhead is pressing into one of Sam’s buttocks as she stands in front of you, bent slightly forwards and working the knob until she deems the temperature right.

“Getting impatient?” Sam sends you a suggestive grin over her shoulder, then proceeds to give her hips a little shake that causes your cockend to bounce against her asscheek.

“Sorry…” you really aren’t though, which is probably revealed by the smile that you offer her.

“Don’t be,” After telling you that, Sam steps in underneath the spray of water, and you watch her turn her head upwards and close her eyes, letting the water soak her hair and splash onto her face and her large chest. Then she turns around to face you, although her eyes remain closed, allowing you your first really good look at her naked body. You’ve already seen most of it thanks to how much time she spent in that bikini and your old t-shirt, but a groan still escapes your mouth in response to what you’re seeing. In particular, you gaze is drawn to one part of her anatomy that you haven’t seen yet: the trimmed, rectangular patch of hair, a shade darker than that on her head, between her legs and her pussy itself, which is already swollen and looking very much like it’d still be glistening wet even if she hadn't stepped into the shower.

Opening her eyes to look at you, Sam smiles when she catches you ogling her, and backs away from you with the smile still in place, though it’s temporarily disturbed by the soft gasp that she produces upon her ass bumping against the cold tiles of the innermost wall of your shower.
Neither of you say anything, but instead Sam remains where she is, making no attempt to cover herself as you step in after her, picking up the bar of soap as you pass through the spray of water and emerge on the other side, although the shower is small enough that water’s still pelting your back as you stand with your cockhead almost brushing up against the top of Samantha’s vaginal mound and lather up your hands.

“Yes…” Sam’s lustful moan comes as you reach out with your hands and bring them onto her tits. You’re a little surprised that she doesn’t make a quip about how predictable you are in starting with her breasts, but lose that thought when confronted with the excited whimper that is brought about by you letting your fingers brush against her erect nipples.

“John…” Sam might be regretting giving you such a long nickname, as she’s switched to referring to you by your Christian name again when you start working your hands all over her breasts, using a soft touch to soap them up, returning to her nipples ever so often as you take in how her firm boobs shift and yield at your touch, yet always retain their normal shape. A boobman you might be, but there’s no reason to be a creep about it, and you eventually let go of Sam’s chest, leaving her moaning and gasping with excitement as you reach in behind you to pick up the bar of soap again. Just as you wrap your fingers around it, Sam steps forwards, pushing her lathered-up tits against your chest and giving you another kiss as you groan in response to your stiff cock being pressed against her stomach again.

Sam ends the kiss and take a step back, and when she does she has managed to snatch the soap from your hand. Sporting a mischievous little smile, she quickly lathers up both her hands and then hands the soap back over to you. What she does next is to place one hand on top of your cock, then reach in to place her other one against its underside, and you can see her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she starts moving her hands, her excited gasp being loud enough to be heard over the pouring water as she starts caressing your dick, gently tugging at your foreskin and working her slender fingers over your cockhead.

“That look on your face…” Sam mumbles, just before making you hiss with lust by letting the back of her right thumb rub softly against your pisshole while her left index finger traces its way up along one of the veins running up the length of your dick’s undercarriage.

“What?” You manage to ask, though it requires a few seconds of composing yourself first.

“I like it!” Sam’s face lights up in another radiant smile, one that’s imprinted in your mind before your eyes close in response to her changing her grasp of your dick and starts jerking you off with long, slow two-handed pulls.

“Red…” Extremely turned on as you are, you’re in danger of blowing your load much, much too soon, and that’s compels you to go against your instincts by reaching out and grabbing hold of one of Sam’s wrists, causing her to stop what she’s doing.

“Turn around…” Sam responds to your instructions with another one of those indecipherable smiles of yours, though she definitely looks excited, and then does exactly as you ask of her, letting go of your cock and spinning around. Leaning forwards, she places her hands flat against the wall and is smiling at you over her shoulder as you get rid of the soap and move in closer behind her.

“John…” Sam’s moaning your name as your right hand comes travelling down over her hip and your left’s sliding up towards her chest, and you’re quite satisfied at your timing in making contact with her pussy at the exact same time as your fingers brush against her stiff nipple. Sam seems satisfied too, judging from the long, throaty groan that she lets out when you caress your way down her slit with one hand and stroke the fingers of the other round her nipple. While you use your right hand to explore the folds of her sex and its narrow opening, your grin widening at her wetness sticking to your fingers, you lean in closer still, your cock rubbing up against her ass, then sinking in between her asscheeks, its girth pushing them apart while your cockhead ends up sticking up in front of the slightly arched small of her back as your lips connect with the side of her neck. Kissing your way up towards Sam’s left cheek, you guide your right hand upwards again. You might not be terribly experienced with sex, being an ex-geek with no interest in one-night stands , but you do know enough to know that most women enjoy having their clits stimulated, so that’s what you do now by circling two of your fingers around it.

“God, John!” Sam cries out as you start attending to her clit while catching her left nipple between your thumb and index finger and start gently rolling it between them, wiggling her hips to make your cock sway where it remains nestled in between her buttocks. Usually, you don’t care much for blasphemy at all, but it’s hard not to make an exception when it’s Sam crying out in excitement.

From your previous experiences, you know that not all women enjoy direct clitoral stimulation, a couple of your ex-girlfriends flat-out asked you not to touch it, but as you close in your circling of your fingers around it, Sam’s only moaning louder and more lustily, while she keeps on occasionally grinding or wiggling her hips back against you. Slipping your lips away from her neck, you take a long look at the expression on her face, and how her lips part and a long sigh flows out of her mouth when you let your index finger slide over her clitoral hood.

“John!” It’s Sam’s loudest scream yet, and it comes when you move your digit down onto her clit itself, before being followed by her clamping her thighs together. Worried that she might not be enjoying herself, you start to pull back, but barely make it half an inch before she lets out an unsteady “D-don’t…” and coos happily when you move your finger downwards again, bringing it back into contact with her clitoral glans.

You’re not sure of what exactly your plan was when you had Sam turn around, but at this point what you’re doing can probably not be considered foreplay any longer as minutes go by while you keep on stimulating Sam’s clitoris with your fingers, something which she responds to with a long and complex series of moans, groans, sighs and gasps, not to mentioning that she keeps on squirming up against you. At the same time, you’re using your left hand to fondle her tits, and your lips have resumed shower her neck, ear and cheek with soft kisses.

“I’m getting so close, John,” Sam finally moans out, the first coherent thing that either of you have said in quite a while, and it prompts you to stop what you’re doing.

“Turn around again, Red,” you whisper into Sam’s ear when she groans in disappointment at your finger sliding away from her clit, then you take a step back to give her some room.

Once she’s got her back leaning against wall, you make Sam grin and let slip an excited “Oh God…” by dropping onto your knees in front of her and bringing your hands onto her thighs while she spreads her legs further apart to give you better access.

Diving in, you start off with long lashes of your tongue, running it up Sam’s inner labia, all the way up across her clit and clitoral hood until the tip of your tongue just connects with the bottom of her patch of pubic hair, then start all over again, getting a second good, long taste of her wetness as your tongue travels upwards from the bottom of her slit.

“Yes…” Sam’s moaning hard, and you can feel her trembling in front of you as she reaches down with her hands and buries her fingers in your hair while you lap away at her pussy, your hands grabbing hold of her waist to give her some extra support as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

As you focus the strokes of your tongue on her clit, the thought strikes you that it’s funny how, even on your knees in front of her and with her hands on your head, you’re very much in charge as Sam stands there on unsteady legs, seemingly content to let you have your way with her and enjoying herself immensely while you do so.

“John!” Barely has that thought occurred to you before Sam bucks her hips, pressing her sex tighter against your face and tightening up her grasp of your head as that last nimble stroke of your tongue against her clitoris pushes over her the edge. Even with your face buried in her convulsing snatch and her juices trickling out onto it, you can’t help but form your lips into a huge grin at the knowledge that you just made this beautiful redhead cum with your mouth.
And it seems like it’s a pretty intense one too, judging from the sounds she’s making and how her pussy’s contracting against your face every other second, with this continuing on without interruption for quite some time, until her noises and the quivering of her sex begins to fade away, then stop completely and you can hear her release a long, satisfied sigh.

Pulling your head free of Sam’s grasp, you get back up on your feet, with your knees aching a little from what you’ve just done, and lean back to bring your head back underneath the spray of warm water and wash her juices off your face.

When you’re done with that, the sight that greets you is a naked, glistening wet Sam coming up to envelop you in a tight embrace, flinging her arms round your neck and having your stiff cock pressing against her toned belly again as she brings her lips into contact with yours and gives you a very passionate kiss.