Shower Time

The water came spurting out of the shower head with a loud hiss. Cindy was first in, the water running down her naked body while she worked it into her hair. Within seconds she was drenched, her skin glistening, her tits shiny, and the small patch of dark hair over her vulva stuck flat against her pubic mound. She beckoned for Bradley to follow, jiggling her tits alluringly with her hands. His eyes lit up, and it was his cock that entered the shower first, with the rest of him close behind it. He swept his wet hair back off his forehead, then stepped forward. Cindy made a little game of things, picking up the soap from the holder behind her, then holding it up with her hands as she backed away from him into the corner, shivering as the cold tiles made contact with her pert butt cheeks. "Are you...going to be gentle?" She asked, in a small, scared voice.

Bradley licked his lips, then shook his head. Cindy pouted, sticking out her bottom lip and looking sadly up at him in a pitch-perfect impression of the shy, innocent virgin, and then the mask was gone, cast-off in favour of the unrepentant pleasure-seeker she truly was, the pout replaced by a megawatt smile, and a thirst in her eyes that Bradley couldn't hope to equal. She looked down at her tits, then lathered up the soap in her hands. When they were nice and slick with suds, she reached around behind her with the soap and planted it between her cheeks, clenching slightly to keep the bar in place.

"Let's make a bet," she murmured, putting her palms over her breasts and beginning to rub the soap into them, bubbles spreading across them, tiny snatches of rainbow sheen visible across their surface as the suds gathered over her areolas. "If this bar of soap slips out from my big bubble butt," she enunciated each 'B' clearly and deliberately, and as she did she could have sworn his prick rose a tiny bit more with each word. "You have to do something for me."

"What kind of...something?" Bradley exhaled, running a hand through her scalp as he took another step closer.

Cindy smiled, blinking rapidly as she pressed herself further into the wall, and felt the soap go a little deeper into her arse crack. "You have to go into that bedroom, naked and dripping wet...you have to stand there without covering yourself even a teensy bit, and you have to look Daisy in the eye and ask her if she wants to come watch us."

"What?" Bradley turned his head to the side. "Cind, are you cra—" Her finger was on his lip again. "Shhh, no more talking," she said. "Just nod if you agree. If you disagree, that's fine, too...we can stop right now, dry ourselves off and pretend this never happened."

The notion of stopping now appeared to be physically painful for Bradley to contemplate, so after a very short amount of deliberation, he nodded, and Cindy clapped her hands together. "Goody! Now, let's fuck!" Bradley happily obliged, deftly reaching in and holding her cheeks together to prevent the soap from going anywhere, then dropping to his knees in front of her, pressing his lips against her vulva, and giving her the tongue-fucking of her life. Cindy's mouth formed an 'O' as Bradley's tongue slid between her labia and into her, and she heard her own arse squeak loudly as the cheeks rubbed against the wet tiles behind her. He pushed her legs apart while he worked his tongue over her clit, and judging by the strangled, halting puffs of air she kept pushing out from between her lips, she liked it very much indeed. The soap drifted up her crack the whole time, and just when she thought it would slip out of it, Bradley moved his hand in to stop it, then pushed it back down.

"Ooh, you crafty little..." she began, before the rest of her words were snatched away by a fresh rubbing motion his tongue was performing within her snatch. She raised her legs, and he took the opportunity to push them up and onto his shoulders, so that the soles of her feet were touching the shower glass. He pushed further into her, making his nose flush with her pubic hair. Bradley looked up at her, and found himself being greeted by a heavenly sight: Cindy's soapy tits looming up over him, tiny suds wavering on the very tips of her erect nipples. "Fucking fuck me," he said, in a quiet, reverent voice, mesmerised by how gorgeous they looked with soapy water all over them like that.

"N-naughty..." she said, in a voice cracking under the strain of Bradley's tongue-work. "Didn't your mother ever teach you...not to...not to swear..."

He was still staring at those soapy, soapy boobs, and without being fully conscious of what he was going to do, he rose up from between her legs until he was face-to-face with her chest. "Well, my mother always said if I did, I should..." his gaze flicked up momentarily to her face. He smiled, then looked back down. "Wash them out with soap."

Cindy's eyes widened. "Oh," was all she had time to say, before Bradley went in and put his mouth right on her left tit. The taste of soap filled his mouth, and though it was unpleasant, the reward of feeling her supple skin against his lips and the soft bud of her nipple resting between his teeth, that was worth the worst tastes life had to offer. Cindy let out a high, thin gasp. "Oh, god..." she whimpered. "Not now...no, it's too soon..." she tried to cross one leg over the other, and Bradley instantly realised what was wrong: She was losing control of herself too quickly, not having expected him to get her up and running so hotly this quickly into the proceedings. He pulled her forward and away from the tile, just the smallest bit, then cupped an arse cheek in each hand again, holding them tight and steady against the soap. Not yet, the gesture seemed to say, I'm not ready to let you cum just yet. Then, he began to knead her nipple between his teeth, working and worrying it too gently to hurt her, but hard enough for her to feel a slight bit of bite. Cindy croaked softly, the sharp nips on her nip sending confusing pleasure and slight pain responses out simultaneously. Feeling that the other nipple was being neglected, she thrust her chest forward. Upon glancing over at her other boob, Bradley saw what she was getting at, and brought his hand up to pinch the un-stimulated nipple on it between thumb and forefinger, then he applied some pressure.

It was slippery beneath his fingers thanks to the soap, but he kept his grip on it well enough, twisting and squeezing it with increasing intensity as the seconds went by. Cindy's reactions intensified in tandem, and soon she'd graduated from small, throaty exclaimations, to full-on girlish squeals. Bradley smiled when those finally arrived—he loved the squeals, they were the best of the verbal signals Cindy gave as an indication of how good she felt when they were fucking; that loud, high-pitched sound...to him it seemed so completely and thoroughly feminine: The sound of her clitoris awash with ecstasy, the sound of her sensitive nipples tweaked and tongued, the sound of her eager, hungry buttocks, tight and pillowy around his cock. With her nipples still in his mouth and hand respectively, he looked up into her face, admiring the effect he was having on it; right now, Cindy was as pink as a flamingo, her expression unmistakably lewd, strands of dark hair framing the sides of her face and managing to make her skin appear even more flushed than it already did. He winked at her, and the gesture seemed to destabilise her further, making her legs shake and her tits quiver. "Hnnnnngh..." she moaned, again feeling an orgasm coming on.

Bradley noticed the change in her, and kept his technique steady, swirling the nipple around in his mouth like a sommelier sampling the finest wine. He felt the water falling down all around them, running down his back and hitting the shower floor with the constant, staccato thud of a line of horses at full gallop. Cindy looked up and allowed the shower to spew water into her face, hoping it would mask the sound of her cumming. Needless to say, it didn't. At last, Cindy let out a warbling cry, gargling as the water fell into her open mouth. Bradley's now single-handed grip loosened on her cheeks as he watched her orgasm, and a moment too late he sensed the soap falling gradually from her arse. He swore and grasped for it, but was ultimately too slow. It tumbled to the floor, and he watched as it struck the hard metal edge of the drain, sustaining a visible dent in its side. "Fuck," he whispered, just as Cindy's orgasm reached its shrill, keening apex. Bradley had his gaze fixed on the soap as Cindy trembled in his arms, and when her climax finally started to subside, he lowered her to the floor, waiting and watching her chest expanding and contracting as she tried to get herself back under control. When she'd regained her breath, she looked up at him, then realised with a flash of excitement what had happened, fumbling for the soap between her stretched out legs. "Oops," she said, breathily. "Looks like you lost the bet."

Bradley nodded begrudgingly, giving her tits one final longing look, his hand on his prick. Though she looked at it hungrily, she still shook her head and motioned for him to go and fulfill his end of the bargain. Bradley sighed and went to open the door, its glass now thick with condensation. Stepping out of the shower, he winced as the comparatively cold air of the bathroom rushed onto his bare skin. Already, he missed the warm, wonderfully steamy interior of the shower. He started walking, leaving wet footprints behind him over the course of his long walk to the bathroom door, then, when he reached it, cast a glance back at his naked, soaking wet girlfriend, her beautiful form still visible—albeit a tad blurred—through the shower's steamed up glass. He could tell she was looking at him, and sure enough he heard her say, "See you soon!" Her hand came up and she blew a kiss at him, with trembling fingers he caught it. Steeling himself for the nerve-wracking task ahead of him, he opened the door and stepped out onto the chilly, quiet landing. He couldn't help but feel paranoid as he crept to the end of it, expecting her brother to catch him in the act, or for the door to suddenly burst open in front of him, but no such moment came. Upon reaching Cindy's bedroom, Bradley bumped his forehead against the door, feeling his cock poking into the wood grain surface, then took a deep breath and pulled on the handle. Sliding through to the other side, he was careful not to bang his prick against the door, and once inside, his first thought was of how dark the room was. Although he tried to walk forward quietly, he almost immediately bumped into something, wincing as he heard it go crashing loudly to the floor. Bradley swore under his breath, and then looked up, seeing a light flare up from the far corner of the room. He grimaced as a shriek rang out, watching Daisy sit up in bed, her hand still on the switch of the bedside lamp next to her.

"What are you doing here?!" She screamed. It was around then that Bradley really started to regret taking that bet, standing there naked and dripping wet, his cock still fully erect and, by the terms of his agreement, unable to conceal any part of himself.