Duty First

The cold of shower gel hits you as Melody rubs it into your shoulders. You feel rivulets run down and her small hands follow them. She briefly reaches round to run her hands across your chest. She pauses to spray more shower gel into her hands and then turns to your ass. She massages your cheeks as she rubs the gel in and your dick twitches with pleasure.

She kneels to work on your thighs. You spread your legs to aid her access. She can’t help but reach out and massage your balls. You groan in pleasure. Then the hand reaches further and tugs on your cock. It’s only a couple of tugs, enough to confirm you are hard. Then she returns her attention to your legs. Soon you feel her standing behind you.

“My turn,” you tell her.

You reach out and pick up the second bottle of shower gel. The girls have different shower gels to you, and each other. They’re always trying new aromas and the latest crazes. Melody would have made certain the only shower gels in the cubicle were yours and hers. So, the one that wasn’t yours is hers.

You squirt a large puddle into one hand, then spread it between both before tackling her back. The aroma of her gel, an incredibly flowery scent, hits you. It’s the aroma you’ve been associating with her for months. It makes your dick twitch with memories. Like her you start at the shoulders and work your way down. Like her you can’t resist reaching round to cup her breasts in your hand and feel their weight and their softness. It’s difficult to release them and return to washing her back.

You squat to massage her pert behind, revelling in the way the flesh moulds to your touch. You squeeze her ass cheeks eliciting a squeak. You can’t help but run a finger across her engorged slit. She’s so wet and ready the finger slips in easily. She whimpers as it does. You return to wash her thighs and her lower legs.

Having finished her back, she turns to face you. You can’t help but lean over and kiss her. Quickly you part. You’ve only cleaned each other’s backs. Cleaning the front is always more pleasurable and can be done in tandem.

Melody runs her petite hands over your chest and your stomach. You’ve gone straight to her breasts, which are soft and squeezable and topped by hard nipples. The joke among the household is that whoever has shower duty has the cleanest breasts in the country. You do make certain that every inch of them has been rubbed with shower gel. You would have carried on playing with them more but Melody’s hand stop rubbing her own gel into your chest. Turning away from your ministrations you see her eyes closed and her face lost in pleasure. You give a quick tweak to her nipples, and she shudders. Another whimper graces her lips.

While she’s lost in her pleasure you squat down to work on the front of her thighs. You knead the gel into the flesh. You can’t resist in reaching out and playing with her pussy again. Your finger finds her clit and you flick it a few times. She shudders. You lean forward until the water cascading on your face is the water flowing from her body. Maybe there’s a hint of her sex under the overwhelming smell of the gel. You extend your tongue and flick her clit again. She shudders and moans. Then you pull away and stand.

Responding to this, Melody drops to her knees. Her hands are cold with shower gel as she grasps your cock and runs her right hand along it. Meanwhile her left hand massages more gel into your balls. It’s only a moment of pleasure before she turns to cleaning your thighs.

Your thighs clean, she returns to your cock, now standing triumphant and hard before her. Her tongue reaches out and licks the underside. Your cock twitches in response. Her tongue continues to caress your engorged member, long slow licks starting at the base and moving to the head. Once she’s at the head she engulfs it in her mouth. Melody can only get the head in, but she’s learnt to run her tongue around your cock when she does so. She’s been taking lessons from Nekane. Your whole body twitches with the pleasure of his ministrations. But they don’t last long. With a pop she disengages and stands up.

“Duty done, now pleasure,” she tells you. If she had said anything else, you wouldn’t have been able to cope.