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Showering ... and Sex
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Showering ... and Sex Se woke up before he did. She guessed that they had been sleeping for about 30 minutes. She let herself sink the pleasure of laying quietly beside a man she has just dominated sexually in a most sensual way. She thought, “Oh yeah, this is part of what I want in my bedroom life. I feel so solid knowing that I can take a man to the peak of pleasure – that I control the sex agenda- that I decide when he orgasms – I want more of this although I don’t want it to be the only thing I to do in the bedroom.” Tim opened his eyes and rolled over so that he was looking up at her. “Hello there, how long have I been out?” “Guess about 30 minutes or so.” He sighed, “and how long have you been laying there looking at me sleeping?” “Only a few minutes, I dozed off too at first.” She rolled onto her back and stretched herself out, hands up over her head, toes pointed down to the foot of the bed, breasts and pubis thrust up towards the ceiling. She realized that Tim had pulled himself up on one arm so that he could watch her. She tingled internally in response, and a twinkle came into her eyes. She rolled back on her side so she could look him in the eyes. “What do you said we shower and get this coconut oil off us? Then we will could back here, and can take you through how I want you to touch me. My turn to come ….” Tim leered at her, “I can wait. Can you?” “Yes, and so will you.” She punched him on his shoulder lightly. “Now do as you are told. Get the shower started and get in it. I like it in between more than warm but less that hot. Get in and wait for me. No soaping or touching of yourself till I get there. I will strip these towels off the bed. I had the hotel bring up extra ones earlier, so we will have lots of clean ones.” Bouncing up, he mocked bowed to her. “Yes, Boss. Please don’t be long. And if I get the shower temp wrong, what will happen to me?.” “Just git. I want the pleasure of watching your butt as you walk to the bathroom.” He put on a show for her, swaying his hips in an exaggerated parody of a haute couture model’s runway strut. She laughed out loud, enjoying his show and his willingness to play it for her. Once he had gone, she swiftly stripped the towels off the bed. She opened the nearest top dresser drawer and placed the nJoy Fun Wand and Pure Wand she had brought with her, along with the jar of coconut oil, on top of the towel she had folded on the night table beside the bed. Then she skipped to the bedroom, singing “I am off to wash the boy toy” to the tune of “I’m Off to See the Wizard” from The Wizard of Oz film in her head. He had left the bathroom door open. She walked into the humid air there and paused for a second before the shower curtain. “So did you do as I told you?” “Yes Ma”am! Come in and tell if the water temp is what you want. I have just let water run down over me, not touching myself in any way, just as instructed by you.” “Be right there. I bring my own soap, shampoo and conditioner. I don’t like the stuff they give you in hotels.” She passed her bottle of fine French shampoo and conditioner in through past the far end of the shower curtain. “Here, put these away for now. I got oil into your hair as well as my own. So we will have to use them. I will bring the soap with me when I get in. Then turn so that your front is facing the shower. Don’t turn round until I tell you too.” She waited till he was facing the shower. Then she got in behind him, reached her hand with the fine scented French soap by him to wet it. She washed his neck, shoulders and back methodically, one hand rubbing the soap over him, lathering him, her other hand following in a steady stroking caress. He was whip cord lean, with long toned muscled laying flat over tendon and bone. When she was about half way down his back, he moved forward and braced himself against the front wall of the shower with his up stretched hands. The water from the shower head caught her in the face as he moved. “Hey, a little more care please.” He chuckled in response. She moved down to his buttocks. After soaping them, she put the soap down and used both her hands to knead the lean muscle there. He was skinner in the bum than she liked in her men. But he would do. “Stand still”. She picked up the soap again and thoroughly lathered her hands. She put the soap back down, then used one lathered hand had to slowly pull aside one side of his ass. With the fingers of her other hand, she thoroughly washed his ass crack and rosebud. His butt clenched as she did so. “Relax, breath in and out slowly. I am not going anymore, more, at least now> He slowly relaxed as she finished what she was doing. She took the index finger of hand had been using and put it against his rosebud. “This may be a promise of things to come.” She could feel him tense under her at her words. So she took away her finger, and gently stroked all over his butt with both hands. “When I have finished here, I will quickly do your legs. When I am done, turn round so that I can wash your front.” She worked down each leg of his legs quickly, soaping first the back of it, then reaching down to do its front. Even though it took her a less than a minute to do each leg, she savoured the feeling of his muscles under her hands as they flowed down over this thighs, then down passed his knees, finally down overs his lower legs to each foot. “Ok, now turn and put your arms down, keeping them away from your sides, so that I can wash all of your front easily.” He did so. Her vagina spasmed within her as she saw his erection, his cock hard, pointing upward toward her breasts. “Put that away for now. You will need it later.” She slapped it lightly with one hand. “I am quickly wash your chest and below. Lean forward enough so that the shower streams hits your back and not my face.” By the time, she could down to his groin, his erection had gotten larger. His cock was pulsing in time to the movements of her hands. “I told you to put that away. Ah well, if you can’t, you can’t. I am going to wash it how, and then your balls. When I am done, I want you to kneel so that you can move your head in and out of the water’s fall as I shampoo our hair.” She took her time washing his balls, turning it into an extended tease, slowly rolling them from hand to hand, squeezing, pulling, tugging, all the time watching his face. He put his head back into the spray, rolling his eyes closed to keep them closed as the water ran over the front of this face down onto his chest. She gently let go of his balls, and took his cock in both hands one behind the others. She titled her body so that some part of the water falling on her flowed off her chest onto his cock enclosed in his hands. She gently moved her hands back and forth, twisting one hand one way and the other hand the other, stroking and teasing him rather than washing. She carefully watched his face, making sure that she was pushing him on without risking pushing him pass the point at which he lost control. After a few minutes of this pleasure torture, she stopped and let him go. “As I said, you will need that later, now kneel as I told you.” As he groaned and shifted his body so he could kneel down, she backed up on of his way, and reached over and picked up the shampoo. His head was now at the level of her belly button. “Tilt your head forward a bit, so that the water is on your back. And close your eyes, I don’t want the shampoo to get into them.” She put some shampoo into the highest part of his head, and then put down the bottle. Using her fingers, she turned the shampoo in a lather filled the shower’s air with the scent of tea tree oil and rose hips. She massaged Tim’s head, slowly, putting enough pressure on with her fingers to gently move the skin of his scalp, but not enough to stretch to the point of its natural give. “I am going to reach up and remove the nozzle from the shower cradle. It’s one of those detachable shower heads and hose things. I’ll move it around to wash the shampoo out of your hair. I think that we will skip the conditioner for now. Make sure I don’t fall as I reach over you please.” She deliberately moved her crouch into his face as she reached up and over him. His hands grabbed her ass checks and pulled her crouch into his face. “O.K., I have got it. Let me go. Now head back so that the shampoo and water flow away from your eyes and mouth.” She could feel the reluctance in which he let her ass go. “Good,” she thought to herself, “Got him to the point where he is going to have to show that he is a man in control soon.” She rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, using her hand to guide the water so that the residue of soap washed down his back to the shower floor. “All done. OK. Up please, and let me slip by you. Your turn to do me.” Once he was on his feet, she handed him the shower head and slipped under his inside arm. She was already facing the end of the shower. So she simply reached braced her herself against the front wall, pushing her butt into his body as he was turning around. She caught his erection between her ass checks and gently wiggled it to and fro. He stepped back to break their contact. She sensed that he was doing something with the shower head. She felt its stream on her back change as he moved its settings from spray to single harder central flow. She felt his curtain near arm snake around her under her breasts. His fingers of that hand came down on her far breast, taking her already engorged nipple hard between forefinger and thumb. He snaked his other arm, the one holding the shower head, around her as he pulled her back tight against his chest. Then he positioned the shower head so that its steady, hard flow struck her groin. He positioned the stream of water so that it was playing directly onto the junction of her lower lips, awakening her clit. He moved the shower head back and forth, sot that the force of its stream of water stimulated her clit under its hood, now circling now, now moving from one side to the other. He had her. Her clit responded vigorously. She could feel it emerging up out of its hood, seeking the water’s pressure and warmth. He played her steadily, gauging her degree of arousal by the increasing body weight of her than he had to support with the arm he had under her breasts. As she sank in response to her growing arousal, he tightened the pressure of his thumb and forefinger on her clenched nipple, driving her further up arousal’s slope. She came loudly, screaming into the steady sound of water against her loins. As she came down, he kept directing the water on her clit, moving the shower head slowly further away from her body, so that the pressure of the water decreased as she came down. He stopped when she finally took the full weight of her body back onto her feet. When she was full supporting herself again, he let go of her breast and chest. He reached up over her and placed the shower head back in its bracket. He had dialed it back from steady central flow to gentle rain like spread. “Brace yourself against the front wall with your hands, please. Time to wash you.” Thanks for visiting Hope that my words Left you with a stirring or a thought or two Leave a comment please even it is only a word or two ... |
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