Shower

The shower in the suite is not as big as the one at home. It can still accommodate two people relatively comfortably. Its one weakness is one nozzle. This leads to a constant shuffle during washing, so that soapy flesh gets enough water to wash the soap away. It does allow you plenty of opportunity to run your hands over Niemira’s soapy, wet, naked body, and her to do the same with you.

The extra time just raises expectations. Your cock is rock hard by the time she gets down to cleaning it; first with soapy hands, then with a cloth, and finally with her pert mouth. When it comes your turn to clean her groin, you find her pussy sopping wet and enflamed; mind you she was probably like that the moment she woke. Cleaning her legs and feet take forever. As soon as you’re standing, you’re guiding her so you’re behind her, guiding your cock, burying yourself inside her again. All the memories of last night flood back to you as you do so.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she sighs.

You raise her right leg to ease your access and piston in and out. It doesn’t take long to elicit her first orgasm. Her spasm pushes you out.

“Put it back in. Put it back in,” she begs.

You have to let go of her legs so you can guide your cock back to where it belongs. Re-entering her you feel the last waves of her pleasure. You raise her leg again and continue your thrusts. Water cascades around you but all you can hear are her moans of joy. The warm water is nothing compared to the heat of her pussy. All exhaustion from last night has gone, only lust and desire remain.

She’s biting her lips. Her eyes are closed. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. Her tightness holds you in. You unleash. And together you shudder under the water, muscles uncontrollable with pleasure. You pull her towards you, wrapping your arms around her, your hands reasting on her breasts, squeezing them as you pump, feeling their softness topped by the hard nipples. Even when you’ve finished you hold her like that, holding her close, feeling her body shudder with each staggering breath.

You would never unwrap yourself from her, never pull out of her, if you didn’t have commitments, if the world did not pull you away. Disengaging turns the world grey, when it had been multichromatic. All other pleasures feel less. You kiss her and feel the same disappointment. She helps wash your cock clean. You help wash the leakage from her pussy, from her thighs.

She turns off the shower while you reach for the towels, passing the first to her. You can’t help but watch her dry herself, the way her breasts bounce, the way she wiggles her naked ass as she runs the towel over her wet body, is intoxicating. When she notices you’re watching she exaggerates each wobble of naked flesh. You tear your gaze away in case you end up fucking her again.

Once dry and dressed you make certain that everything is packed, then you slump in a chair. Niemira quickly moves to sit in your lap and snuggle up to you. Sat like that you both check your phones. You scroll through your emails, checking to see if there’s anything important. There’s a couple of emails from people you met last night, stating how happy they were to meet you in person. There’s a couple of tentative job offers. There’s also your usual list of spam and subscription emails. A perusal of the household’s group chat shows Belka’s been added.

You can see that Niemira’s also looking at the group chats. She, though, is looking through the one of the chats that doesn’t include you. The household has numerous chats. There’s the main one, that includes everybody. There’s the all-female one, which doesn’t include you but everyone else, this is used for the girls to organise surprises. And then there are numerous subgroups, whose membership is based on interests. Looking at the gibberish on screen you’re guessing she’s looking at the Ukrainian subgroup, all in Ukrainian.

Your perusal of your phone is broken by the message from Morgane that she’s just pulling into the hotel. You pat Niemira off your lap and tell her it’s time to go.