Washing Ms. Devi

Molly jumped out of bed. Hot damn, I thought as I watched her cute little behind bounce across the room. I sprang out of bed after her. “Hey, get back here,” I said.

When I entered the bathroom I saw Molly knelt next to a girl. She rubbed her back as the other girl hugged the toilet. I didn’t recognize her, but there are enough women in the House that I haven’t met all of them, plus there are always newbies showing up. “Are you okay?” Molly asked.

“Just hungover,” she said, her voice strained from dehydration.

“I can fix that.” With nothing but a thought, the poor girl’s hangover was gone. She immediately looked three times better.

She rubbed her forehead, “That’s amazing. You two getting ready to shower? Do you want me to join you?”

Molly and the new girl stared up at me, their naked forms putting dirty thoughts in my head. “That sounds—“ I paused as I looked at Molly, “actually, there’s breakfast in the kitchen, why don’t you go get some.” The new girl looked a tad disappointed but the smile on Molly’s face told me that I’d made a good decision.

I twisted the knobs bringing the shower to life, the water fell straight down from the rain shower head. Molly rose to her feet, pushing herself into my arms. Our lips met as we made our way into the shower together. I sandwiched her against the wall, my hands swept across her hips, tugging her thigh up. The hot water washed over us from above.

“Oh, Bobbi,” she moaned as I slipped my free hand between her legs. Our bodies slipped against each other soaked by the shower head. Her breathing grew ragged as I plunged my digits into her sex. Over the past weeks I’d learned all the tricks to pushing Molly’s buttons. Curling my fingers, toying with her clit, sucking the right spot along her neck, I was driving her crazy. “Oh, Bobbi, I-I-I love yoOOooOUuuU,” she moaned as she convulsed between me and the wall.

She relaxed in my arms, the rain like shower still poured down from above. “You love me?” I asked, surprised a little.

She smiled, “Yea, my work was the only love I’d had in the past 64 years, but these past weeks with you, they’ve been amazing. And I know it might be crazy for me to expect you to reciprocate my feelings, but—“

I silenced her with a kiss. “I love you too.” I ran my hand through her wet hair, “I’m glad I drunkenly found my way to you.” We laughed before she kissed me again. “Want to try something fun?”

“Yea,” she answered. I activated the ring, and Molly started floating off the ground. “Aaahh,” she giggled, grabbing hold of me as gravity stopped affecting her. She clung to me as I activated the next part of my plan. A strap-on appeared around my waist, the large blue phallus between us. “Oh my,” Molly said looking down at it.

I pushed her into position, she floated in the air, water pelted her brown skin as I rested the tip of the dildo against her pussy. Moans of pleasure echoed off the bathroom walls as the blue cock pierced her. As the magically summoned strap-on pushed into the Indian beauty, the other end pressed a vibrating bulb against my clit, sharing the pleasure between us.

Water splashed with each thrust, as I dragged the floating woman into my body. The water rushed down over her abdomen in streams. Her hair floated in all directions, ignoring gravity only moving with each thrust or under the **** of the shower.

She pulled herself up, closing the distance. With her arms wrapped around my neck, we kissed under the rain again. My hands on her hips, slamming her against me. She ran her nails down my back, her legs wrapped around me.

Thrust after thrust, wet slaps echoed around us, our own pleasure drew out moans. She fell back, sticking straight out from my waist, weightlessly floating. I huffed, water streamed down over my face. “I, I’m about to-to,” she moaned, before her back arched her legs tightened around my waist. The buzzing from my end of the dildo had me on the verge, and Molly’s quivering was just enough. I fell back against the wall, holding tight to Molly as we rode out our respective orgasms.

I turned off the shower as Molly floated away from me. “Can you put me down now?” she asked as she floated towards the ceiling. With a thought, she slowly lowered back down to ground level and the toy vanished from existence. “Thank you,” she said as her feet touched down. She immediately pressed against, embracing me with another kiss.