A different kind of help in the shower

A week or so later, Mom comes in to my room and says, “Lauren’s on the phone. She says she needs more help with her shower and wants to know if you can be there in five minutes or so.”

“Sure, no problem,” I say, trying to keep calm as my heart suddenly starts racing.

She relays that to Lauren, then looks at me and says, “She says not to bother knocking—just head down to the basement. —What’s that, Lauren?” She looks up again and adds, “She says to be sure to close the door behind you—they don’t want the cat getting into the basement.”

“OK, let me shut this down and I’ll head over.”

It’s probably six minutes later when I arrive at the door. I let myself in and head down to the basement. I close the door; the light’s off in the guest room, but there’s light coming from the open bathroom door. No sign of Lauren, but it sounds like the shower is running. Uh-oh, I think, something broke. I kick off my shoes and take off my socks so as not to get them wet, then walk into the bathroom . . .

. . . to find the shower running, but just the handheld part . . . the shower door wide open . . . and Lauren standing in the shower completely naked. My eyes bug out, and my jaw drops; she smirks at me. When I’m able to think coherently, I say, “Mom said you needed help with the shower.”

“No,” she says with a seductive smile, “I told her I need help in the shower. Which I do. Apparently, she misunderstood me.” Her smile turns mischievous. “Isn’t that just too bad.”

My thoughts are in a whirl. What comes out of my mouth is, “But your husband—”

“Chris, let me tell you a secret: my husband’s bi. Really, he’s mostly gay; but some years ago, he felt the need for a beard, and then he fell in love with me. He does find me attractive, and he loves the kids, so we stay together. He only fucks me in the ass now, though; that’s how he wants it, and it’s how I want it. It’s fun, but my pussy needs plenty of attention. So, he has his boyfriends on the side . . . and so do I.

“Now get those clothes off, or else I’m going to have to come out there and get the floor all wet. Get in here and give my pussy some of that attention it needs.”

I strip as quickly as I possibly can. Is this really happening? I ask myself. When I pull off my shorts and boxers together, my prick pops out and stands quiveringly upright. “Ooooh, I was right,” she coos. “You have a beautiful cock. Nice and big and thick . . . That will make my cunt very happy.”

I walk into the shower with Lauren’s eyes riveted to my dick. She closes the door, puts the handheld back up, turns the spray on in both parts of the showerhead, and wraps her arms around me. “Kiss me, you big stud,” she says. I bend down to meet her mouth and kiss her; I’m tentative at first, but she’s anything but. It’s a masterclass in kissing. She caresses my lips with hers, moving slowly but passionately. She caresses the inside of my lips with her tongue, then plays with mine when I thrust it out to meet hers. I never imagined a simple kiss could be so erotic, or feel so good.

Of course, part of the reason it feels so good is that Lauren is also rubbing herself against the base of my cock, which is trapped between our bodies. I hear her do something behind my back, then a soapy hand comes down and begins to jack me off. Her other hand moves to the back of my head, holding me tight as she kisses me.

When Lauren breaks off the kiss, she says, “I don’t need to ask if you want more—your soldier standing at attention tells me that. You’re young and horny; I’d better take the edge off before I ravish you.” This is so hot; I can’t believe this is happening. She pulls the handheld unit down and rinses off my cock, then gets down on her knees in front of me.

When girls have given me head, they’ve just put their mouth around my dick and gone up and down; Lauren does a lot more than that. She starts by licking the tip of my mushroom with the tip of her tongue, then swirls her tongue around it. She drops down and teases my balls with her tongue, then plants kisses all over my scrotum before licking her way back up my shaft. She licks me balls to tip a couple more times, bringing a hand up to my balls and beginning to fondle them. She goes back to licking all over my cockhead, then follows her tongue with her lips, caressing it all over with feathery kisses. This isn’t like any blowjob I’ve ever had, but just a little of this treatment has me ready to blow.

When Lauren sucks my head into her mouth, then pulls off it with a “pop!” as she rolls my balls in her hand, that does it. “I’m cumming!” I groan. She drives her head down on my dick, swallowing my mushroom, so I blow my load straight down her throat. I fire off blast after blast of cum while she hums around my prick. Finally, I’m done, and she pulls off. “That was really hot,” I gasp.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she purrs. “Now it’s your turn to return the favor.”