Shower time

Chapter 19: The Best Shower of His Life

Jared slipped into the bathroom alone, locking the door behind him. Jay Z’s body was sore, sticky, and covered in the evidence of the wild night — dried cum on his thighs, bruises on his ass and tits, and a general feeling of being thoroughly used. He stripped off the ruined peach dress and stepped into the large walk-in shower, turning the water on hot.

The moment the warm spray hit Jay Z’s skin, Jared moaned loudly. “Fuck… this feels incredible.” He stood under the stream, letting the water cascade over his breasts, down his stomach, and between his legs. The heat soothed the soreness but also reignited the sensitivity.

He grabbed the body wash and lathered up his hands, starting with those perfect tits. He squeezed them firmly, rolling the nipples between his fingers, watching them harden under the water. “Goddamn, these are so sensitive. Every touch goes straight to my pussy.” He spent a long time on them, massaging, lifting, and slapping them lightly so they jiggled, moaning the whole time.

His hands moved lower, soaping up the smooth stomach and then sliding between his thighs. He spread his legs wide, leaning against the shower wall. Two fingers slipped easily into his still-slick pussy, pumping slowly at first. “Mmm, still full of Jacob’s cum… that’s nasty but hot.” He fingered himself deeper, curling his fingers against the sensitive spot inside while his thumb rubbed his clit in firm circles.

The pleasure built fast. Jared braced himself, fucking his new pussy harder with his fingers, moaning Jay Z’s voice echoing off the tiles. “Yes… fuck this tight little cunt. It’s mine now.” He added a third finger, stretching himself, then reached back with his other hand to tease his sore ass, pushing a soapy finger inside. “Still feels good even after getting pounded.”

He came hard, legs shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers as he rode out the orgasm. But he wasn’t done. He grabbed the detachable shower head and aimed the strong pulse directly at his clit, gasping at the intensity. “Holy shit, this is the best shower ever.” He held it there, grinding against the water while continuing to finger his ass, chasing a second, even stronger orgasm.

Water ran down his body in rivulets as he played with himself for nearly twenty minutes — edging, teasing his nipples, slapping his ass, and talking dirty to himself the whole time. “This body is a fucking toy. I could stay in it forever.”

Finally, spent and thoroughly clean, Jared turned off the water and stepped out, admiring himself in the foggy mirror. He ran his hands over every curve one last time, squeezing his ass and tits. “Best shower of my life. This swap keeps getting better.”

He wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out, already thinking about what he’d do with this body next. The day was far from over.