Shower sex sounds perfect

Shoshannah walks out of her room naked; at her urging, so do I. “My parents won’t be coming out of their room,” she assures me, “and there’s no one else in the house.”

“So if there’s a noise in the middle of the night, they ignore it?” I ask.

“No,” she replies with a grin, “but this isn’t the middle of the night. If they hear anything, they’ll assume we’re still up.”

“They won’t have a problem with that?”

“Well, they would if we stayed up too late. But within reason, the longer we stay up having sex, the happier they’ll be. They like you, and they want me to keep you,” Shoshannah says softly.

“Really?” I ask, feeling happy.

“Really,” she confirms, then pulls my head down for a long, tender kiss.

Shoshannah grabs towels for us, and I grab something to sleep in from my bag; she teases me about that, but I tell her it’s contingency planning. The bathroom has a nice shower stall with a clear glass front and a textured floor that should offer good traction. It’s roomy enough for two, with a seat in one corner, but only one (handheld) showerhead. “Unfortunately,” she says apologetically as she turns on the water, “it doesn’t offer a lot of options for sex, and our heights don’t match to do it standing up.”

I laugh in memory. She looks at me quizzically, so I tell her about Holly Gibson and her custom-designed “short woman’s playground.” Shoshannah’s face lights up, and she laughs delightedly. “I love that!” she cries. “I’ll have to look her up and see if I can get the designs. I may never have the money to do anything like that, but just in case . . .” She gives me a considering look, but says nothing further.

We step into the shower and rinse each other off under the spray. Shoshannah squirts bodywash in her hands and lathers me up. She runs her hands up and down my chest and abs, palms flat against my skin, fingers splayed wide. She spends an enjoyable minute or three making me moan by playing with my nipples, teasing and pinching them as I so often do hers. She trails soap down the outsides of my hips to my legs, then comes back up from my calves to the insides of my thighs.

Finally, Shoshannah lathers up her hands again and starts in on my cock and balls. She captures my sack with one hand, lifting my low-hanging jewels in her palm and caressing them with her fingers. Her other hand wraps around my achingly erect staff, pumping it slowly and sensuously without ever quite reaching its throbbing head. She smirks at my groans, dragging me out as long as she can before finally closing her hand around my mushroom. She traces the ridge at its base with her fingertips, then strokes up the cleft to the tip. She folds her palm around it and tightens her grip just a little as she rotates her hand spherically around my cockhead.

When she feels my prick start to quiver in her grip, Shoshannah pulls back. “I don’t want to make you cum just yet,” she purrs. “I have much better uses for your cream.” She backs into me and grabs my hands. Pulling my arms around her, she squirts bodywash into my hands. “Your turn, stud,” she murmurs lustfully.

Shoshannah grinds her ass on my cock, rubbing up and down and side-to-side, and reaches back to entwine her fingers behind my neck. I work up a lather, then decide to take advantage of her position by washing her armpits. She giggles and squirms, but doesn’t let go of me—she just presses her ass cheeks harder against my pulsing erection. My hands drift down her sides to her hips, then around the bottoms of her apple cheeks as she grinds on me. I trace forward down the line where her legs meet her torso, stroking around to her inner thighs without ever—quite—touching her pussy. She mewls and thrusts her hips against my hands, briefly forgetting my cock, but I just slide my hands up her stomach. Her mewls change to purrs when I cup her heavy curves in my hands and spread my soapy fingers all around them.

Shoshannah’s breathing starts coming shorter and faster as I lather her twin peaks, enjoying the way her smooth, soap-slick skin moves and jiggles under my touch. I caress her boobs all over, lifting their weight, then tipping my palms and letting them slide off. Sometimes I catch them up again in my fingertips; sometimes I let them bounce. I play pop-a-tit with them, watching them squirt out of my hands when I squeeze them, then capture her nipples and do much the same with them. “Mmmmm, baby,” she pants, “yeah, yeah, yeah—more—more—ooooooh, take my big titties, lover, have your way with them—your hands feel so fucking good on my girls . . . my nipples, baby, my nipples—more—oooooh, yeah, flick them just like that—just like that—yeah, pinch them, baby, pinch them—ohhhhh, that feels nice . . .”

Shoshannah grinds harder and harder as she breathes harder and harder. Finally she releases her grip on my neck for a moment to grab one of my hands and stick it in her pussy. I nuzzle the top of her head as I spread my fingers wide and lather her twat, making sure to get her lips nice and soapy. I keep away from her fuckhole, not wanting to get soap inside her, but when she starts moaning my name and begging me for mercy, I relent and capture her eager button between two fingers. I grip it gently and give it a little wiggle; with a sharp, short cry, Shoshannah cums. She pulls hard on my neck and presses her ass equally hard into my prick, bracing herself for dear life as she shakes and trembles in the gale-force wind of her climax. I keep my fingers busy on her titbud and pearl all through her climax, even when she starts begging me to stop; I only still them when she captures them in hers.

“Ohhhhh, lover, that was intense,” Shoshannah says breathily after several moments. She turns around and draws my head down for a passionate kiss, then says, “I know just what I want next.”