Over the hiss of the shower she heard the front door slam. Her husband yelled, “I’m home, honey!”
She kept quiet, knowing he would find her sooner or later, and anticipating his reaction when he did. She heard him wandering around the house until he finally reached the luxurious bathroom that graced the master bedroom of their large, ranch style house in the Canadian Rockies.
Through the rippled glass of the shower door, she could just make out his form.
“You okay in there?”
“Yes, honey, I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Can I get you a towel?”
“No thanks, I can get one!”
“Well, I guess I’ve just about run out of excuses to come in there.”
“Since when did you ever need an excuse?”
While saying this, she seductively swung open the glass shower door. The steam and filtered light silhouetted her form just so, her curves seeming to glow in the dimness, her nipples crinkling in the cold air, her hair wet and slicked back from her face.
She had one arm high on the shower door, the other hidden behind her, and her full, ripe breasts had never looked so enticing. Tiny, crystalline drops of water dangled from their watermelon-colored tips. Her body shimmered with dampness and steam, her legs smooth and her place of pleasure smoothly shaved. He could clearly see the precious cleft that enclosed her sweet pleasure-button, and the rosy petals, already moist from the shower’s heat, growing moister from within.
She beckoned to him with a finger, and he slipped off his tie and shirt, not wanting to remove his pants just yet, not wanting to return to the torrid pace of the workaday world. He wanted their time together to last, needed it to, and if he allowed himself to be too close to her right now, he wouldn’t be able to control the desire that burned like white fire in his loins.
He stepped toward the shower, his chest, slightly tanned and sporting a tattoo of a large dragon, already sweaty from the excitement of seeing her like this. He let his hands roam over her for a moment, feeling the wetness of her body, the heat, the wonderful curves that had made him so happy for so long. He reached up to cup a breast, and marveled at its heavy fullness in his hand. He kissed the tightly knotted nipple, gently at first, but with ever-increasing passion, as his need for her grew until he could control it no longer.
His trousers seemed to fall away, freeing his manhood from its confines. It forced itself out into the steamy air, fragrant with the aroma of her womanhood. He slipped his hand between her firm thighs as she whispered his name and bent her knees slightly, opening herself to him. He felt her slick juices on his fingertips and brought them to her mouth. She sucked his fingers furiously, tasting herself, tasting her need for his love, his embrace.
He sensed her readiness and, removing the rest of his clothing, stepped into the shower with her. Closing the door behind him, he shut out the world, giving them time and space to relish each other’s company. Here and now they could enjoy each other’s body in a way that had lately been rare and, therefore, treasured.
Their bodies, wet and heated, slid together in a passionate embrace. He took her head in his hands and parted her quivering lips with his thrusting tongue, searching and exploring her. She returned his caresses, kneading his ass with her small, gentle hands. He felt his loins tighten at her touch, and his erection throbbed between her legs. He pivoted his hips back and forth a few times, the water creating a wonderful friction when it was mixed with her sweet, musky juices.
She cried out for him and placed one leg around his hips, begging him to carry her to the heights of ecstasy, but he refused, groaning that it was too soon. He wanted to give her pleasure in a way she’d never forget.
He lifted her ass onto the low shelf of the shower wall, knelt between her glistening thighs and moaned at the way her petals opened up to him, revealing her dark, moist passageway. As she began to shudder, he teased her swollen clit with the very tip of his tongue, making her cry out and grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He drank the sweet honey from her special place, swallowing it in great gulps as the water cascaded down her breasts and belly. He sucked hungrily at her, licking and nibbling her until she felt faint. Ass perched on the edge of the shelf, back arched and head thrown back, hair matted in wet tangles over her burning brow and well-toned shoulders, she began to heave and buck. Her legs were raised high and her ankles rested on his shoulders, tightening in pleasure as he teased her.
Finally he stood, and let his large erection bump against her open lips, slightly parted now to welcome him. She stuck out her rosy pink tongue and touched him there, tasting his salt, letting it ride over her tongue, letting him wait.
Suddenly she took him deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his knob, making him stiffen with shock and pleasure. She heard him groan, and felt him place his hands lightly on her head, guiding her, encouraging her. She drew back and, using her tongue quickly and ticklingly, she moved down his shaft again, clasping her lips tightly around the base of his cock and sucking as hard as she dared, making him cry out. She sucked harder, enjoying his reaction to her caresses. She released his cock and held it gently, lifting it slightly so she could get at his firm balls, taking one in her mouth and kissing it with her tongue. She hummed, and the sweet vibration sent incredible shock waves through him.
She loved him this way for a little longer. Then they both stood and she kissed his lips. Staring into her eyes, he hoisted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. When she felt the soft tip of his manhood bump against her place of pleasure, she angled herself so that he slid slowly in, making her spurt with wetness and push herself to him in her need. He drew back and rammed into her, needing her urgently. His balls slapped her ass as he pounded into her, their wet bodies making squishing sounds as they moved, the odor of their coupling wafting to them through the steam, the friction bringing them to absolute ecstasy.
Their motions slowed, and he lowered her to the shower floor, still straddling him. They shared their long-held passion until she felt him shudder, as his life spilled into her. She rested her head against his strong shoulder and sighed.
He remained in her until the water turned cold. Then they dried each other with massive towels and went to their bed, where they lost no time in making up for the weeks they had been apart. —B.B., Augusta, Maine