Coming home

When you arrive home, you can hear running water coming from the bathroom. Ann must be in the shower.

As you take off your jacket and hang it on the coat rack, you notice a package sitting on the sideboard that wasn't there this morning. You pick it up and turn it over. It's addressed to Ann and the shipping label indicates that it came from an online boutique.

Feeling curious, you make your way toward the bathroom. "Ann? I'm home!" you call out.

"Hi baby!" Her cheerful voice echoes from behind the frosted glass door. "Come in!"

The bathroom is thick with steam when you enter. Through the glass, you can make out Ann's silhouette. She's already covered in soap, running her hands over her body.

"How was your day?" you ask, leaning against the counter. The scent of her lavender body wash fills the room.

"It was good, actually!" Ann replies, rinsing off the soap. "I finished that presentation for the new client - the one I was stressing about last week. And I got some great feedback from my boss. Oh, and I spent about an hour on a video call with the graphic design team. They're amazing."

She continues talking as you watch her, clearly excited about her work. Ann is a creative director who works from home for an advertising agency, and she really seems to enjoy it.

"How about yours?" she asks.

"Interesting," you reply with a slight smile. You're not quite sure how much detail you want to share about your day. "Nothing too wild. Just the usual office stuff." You gesture toward the parcel. "What's that?"

"Oh, that's some clothes I ordered online last week. I haven't had time to open them yet - I've been so busy."

"So nothing strange happened while I was away?" you ask, starting to undress.

She looks at you with a puzzled expression. "No, nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Just out of curiosity."

Ann's face softens into a playful smile. "Well, if you're that curious about what I do when you're not here, you could always come home for lunch more often."

You can't help but laugh as you step into the shower behind her and pull the glass door closed. Warm water cascades over you both as you embrace her from behind. You press your cock against her ass, already feeling it stiffen.

"Mmm," she moans softly, leaning back into you.

Your hand moves between her legs, finding her already wet pussy. You slide two fingers inside her and start finger-fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes while she reaches back and begins stroking you, matching your rhythm.

"Fuck, yes," she breathes, her head tilting back against your shoulder.

Once you're fully erect, you turn her around, lifting her up against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrap around your waist as you guide your cock to her entrance. With one powerful thrust, you bury yourself inside her wet cunt.

"Oh God!" Ann cries out, her fingers digging into your shoulders.

You start thrusting into her hard and deep. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixes with the sound of the shower. Leaning down, you start sucking on her neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. Her moans grow louder with each thrust.

"Don't stop," she pants, her nails raking down your back. "Please don't stop."

Your grip on her hips tightens as you pound into her faster. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your cock, and you feel her getting close.

"Cum for me," you growl into her ear.

Her entire body tenses as her orgasm hits. She cries out your name, her pussy convulsing around your shaft. The sensation of her coming pushes you over the edge. You thrust deep inside her one final time and explode, filling her with your hot cum.

Afterwards, you both stand there panting, still connected under the running water. Ann's head rests on your shoulder as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

"That was... exactly what I needed," she says with a satisfied sigh.

You gently set her down, and you both finish washing each other. The water washes away all traces of your lovemaking as Ann washes your hair, and you scrub her back.

Finally, you step out of the shower and grab towels. Ann wraps hers around her body while you dry yourself off. The mirror is completely fogged up from the steam.

"You know," Ann says as she dries her hair, "we should probably get ready soon. We're meeting Scotty and Sandra in about an hour, right?"

"Yeah, let's get dressed."

Ann leaves the bathroom to find something to wear. You can hear her rummaging through her closet. A few minutes later, she emerges wearing a beautiful, strapless, soft blue summer dress that complements her eyes perfectly. The fabric hugs her curves in all the right places.

You choose dark jeans and a fitted shirt, and get dressed.

"You look amazing," you tell her honestly.

She does a little spin. "Thanks! I love this dress. It's new."

You grab your car keys. "Ready to go?"

"Absolutely!"

You leave the house and drive to Scotty's place, enjoying the late afternoon sun. Ann turns on the radio and starts to hum along to the music. The drive is relaxing, and before you know it, you pull up outside your friend's house.