Shower sex

I drift awake, fighting to stay in the dream. I dreamed I was fucking Heather—many of my dreams have ended up that way over the years . . .

Where am I? I don’t recognize this bed—

—Wait—who’s that next to me?

I look over—and memory returns. I wasn’t just dreaming—I’m in Heather’s room, in her bed . . . Heather is lying next to me, on her stomach. She’s naked, her legs are spread, and at some point during our nap, she kicked off the sheet. What’s more, my nose tells me, she’s as aroused as I am (for the same reason, I hope).

Given that my cock is achingly hard, it immediately occurs to me to take advantage of the situation. You shouldn’t do that! I scold myself, but then myself asks, Why not?

I think about it for a moment, then tell myself, Because I want a shower. It will be nicer for both of us if I’m clean. Myself grumbles about that, but shuts up. I slip quietly out of bed and pad out of the room to find the linen closet; I grab a towel and head back into the room. One of the things I’ve envied over the years has been the fact that Heather has her own bathroom. The Innis-Joneses built this house for themselves, and they built it with two master suites. I don’t know why they did that when it was just the three of them, but Heather has certainly never complained.

Her bathroom has a one-piece shower bath with a wide ledge for body wash, shampoo, and the like; it has a number of bottles on it, but there would still be room to sit down, and I can’t help noticing that it would be the perfect height for us for shower sex. I’ll have to remember that for later. I climb in and turn on the water, avoiding the spray until it warms up (which it does reasonably quickly, at least), then rinse the sticky dried fluids off my dick. On autopilot, I start shampooing my hair as I slip into a reverie.

Two hands recall me to reality—one exploring my chest and playing with my nipples, the other slowly wanking my still-erect cock. “Hey, hot stuff,” Heather purrs in my ear. I turn around and embrace her; our lips meet in a softly intense kiss. I reach down between us and slip a hand into her twat to diddle her clit; to my slight surprise, she’s drenched. Out of the corner of my eye, I note the ledge I told myself to remember a few minutes ago. No time like the present.

I turn us around so Heather has her back to the ledge, and then—giving thanks to whomever for the excellent no-skid surface on the shower floor—grab her and lift her onto it. I couldn’t have done that before Coach Hammer went to work on me; I’m still a little surprised that I can now. She squeaks in surprise when I grab her, but purrs and spreads her legs wide when I set her on the ledge. “I like the way you’re thinking, lover,” she coos. Grabbing my ass and pulling me in, she adds, “Cum and get me.”

I wrap a hand around one of Heather’s spectacular tits, massaging her supple flesh and rubbing the heel against her nipple; with the other, I guide my cock into her sex. Once I’m in, I begin stroking her pearl. She moans and throws her arms around me; I silence her moan with another steamy kiss.

I don’t want to presume too much on my footing, but with Heather holding me I feel comfortable fucking her at a moderate pace. We make out passionately as I pump her well; I enjoy her big, soft tit filling my hand and her slick, sensitive clit under my fingers. It feels like we have all the time in the world to make love in the hot spray and the steam; neither of us is in any hurry to come—we want to enjoy the sex for a while. I swap hands a few times so I can fondle and grope both of her tits. Occasionally one or the other of us says something, but mostly we just kiss and fuck.

Eventually, I feel the tingle in my balls that tells me I’m about to cum. I tell Heather, and her face glows. “Cum in me, baby,” she purrs. “Let me feel you fill me with your hot cum. I’m close, lover—you make me feel so good . . . Let me feel you cum and I’ll cum with you.”

“Cumming,” I moan, and my climax floods me like the ocean, deep and powerful and vast. Heather feels my cum splashing the walls of her pussy, lets out a high, soft cry, and cums along with me. I wrap my arms around her and hold myself deep in her hot body; we kiss and hold each other tightly as we ride the waves together.