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The Shower
by Clouds_and_Rain (mc.235@outlook.com)
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An intimate morning while showering outdoors. (MF, rom)
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I slowly stepped into the shower, following an early
morning jog and some stretching. Saturdays are a light
exercise day, with Monday through Friday being more
aggressive in my attempt to increase my level of
conditioning rather than just maintain it. Sundays are a
free day, left totally unscheduled... well, at least in
theory they are.
I had a shower built on the rooftop of the building, an
open air shower with the offset entrance and the top
being left open, allowing for the feeling that I'm
showering in the elements. I find it to be a wonderful
sense of freedom being nude and outdoors.
The shower had high stone walls and a stone floor, with
an oversized shower head, designed and fabricated by a
friend, that delivered water like a modest rainfall,
wide enough for two to easily shower together. A long
cedar bench allowed me to stretch out and listen to
music and watch the clouds pass by, when time allowed.
At night, when the fog rolled in, it would swirl through
the entrance and out through the top. With the muted
lighting it created somewhat of an ethereal world. The
shower became as much a retreat to rebalance from the
activities of the day as it was a place to cleanse my
body.
She would arrive in about ten minutes, so I had time to
bring my heart rate down and relax for a moment - just
feeling and listening to the water cascading over my
body and hitting the stone floor. At this time, it was
necessary for me to focus on my breathing and not on her
showering with me within a few minutes.
We enjoy a very uninhibited sensual relationship, and
just the thought of us together would easily cause me to
become aroused. She had requested that I be soft when
she arrived. She likes to see it grow, to watch it
become engorged and fully erect to the point that a bead
of milky pre-cum would show itself and begin to slide
down my shaft.
I don't know if this desire is a fetish or not; it’s
just something that we both enjoy when we’re intimate.
Focusing on our breathing does block all of the random
noise in our minds. An ancient Asian technique practiced
for centuries but often overlooked in the west. It
sounds easy enough, but in practice it becomes somewhat
of a challenge.
When my focus failed me and my mind drifted to her. I
thought about other things; such as baseball, grilling a
brisket, rotating the tires on my vehicle, anything to
aid my efforts to remain soft.
The security system sounded; the tone assigned to her
was gentle, somewhat faint, and pleasant. It would take
another few minutes before I'd hear the rooftop door
open, close and her footsteps sounding on the stone path
leading to the shower entry.
The stepping stones themselves are surrounded by thyme
which acts like ground cover. When the air moves just
right the scent wafts from leaves crushed under foot. Of
course, when she appears, our eyes don't meet as she's
looking down to see if I've complied with her request,
all in our playful manner.
I watched as she slowly undressed. I could feel the
change take place as she was watching - soft smooth fine
skin, her breasts small but beautifully shaped, nipples
just ever so slightly pointing up.
By the time she slipped her finger tips into the waist
of her panties, I stood nearly straight up and could
feel my cock waver with each heartbeat. I watched the
silver threads of her wetness break away as she lowered
her panties. She slowly touched herself as if she were
alone and masturbating to erotic thoughts. There was a
reason for this pause before stepping in. She waited for
my pre-cum to show itself.
Finally smiling and looking into my eyes, she entered
and while standing very close, reached down, gathered my
pre-cum on her finger tip and brought it to her lips. We
both enjoyed a long slow kiss. I liked feeling her soft
full lips and her breath on my face. I liked tasting
her.
Every woman has her own special scent and taste.
Our bodies pressed together, her nipples hard against my
chest were in stark contrast to the softness of the
flesh of her breast. I just barely could make out the
texture of her areolas surrounding the hard nipples. My
cock stood up between us, feeling noticeably hot.
Long drawn out foreplay is typically part of our
intimacy, nothing rushed, movements sometimes stronger,
sometimes more powerful, but the moments together
savored.
I hadn't cum for three days. Another of her playful
demands was that I be able to cum more than once and in
volume. She loves to see it shoot out, the long white
ribbons of fresh, pure white hot cum, or to feel it
releasing inside of her, or to taste it, wherever our
desires take us at the moment.
We broke our kiss. She reached down, slid her finger up
the length of my cock and brought her glistening finger
to my lips. It’s a taste that I like, faintly salty.
I find it quite erotic when she feeds me my own juice.
I gently turned and pressed her against the wet, smooth
stone wall. The length of my cock now pushed into her
ass' soft cheeks. It felt so good. I could stay there
forever. But I was driven to satisfy her in other ways
that morning.
I slowly slid down her body until I knelt on the shower
floor - such an erotic view from behind, the soft smooth
skin and her tender pussy lips just peeking out. With my
hands on her hips, I leaned forward and let my tongue
find its way between her cheeks to rim her puckered,
tight little anus. Instinctively, she pushed back
wanting more.
She loves me doing this to her. She tells me that I'm
being "deliciously naughty".
Again, the textures of her body, the soft smooth cheeks,
the puckering, all I find intoxicating.
I moved my hands from her hips to spread her cheeks
fully exposing her. I brought the very tip on my tongue
to her anus and pressed harder. A soft moan... she
expected more, wanted more. But I didn’t give it to her
then. I just continued to lightly lick her asshole while
reaching through her legs to caress her clit with my
finger tip. I could feel that her clit was already fully
swollen, easy to pull on, to pinch lightly.
When she's ready, as she was then, her clit is the size
and shape of an eraser on a wooden pencil - just big
enough for me to get a hold of with my lips and suck on.
But that was for later. Right then I was enjoying other
delicacies.
I pulled back to look at her pussy. As expected, she was
very wet and starting to open up. It looked like a
beautiful flower blossoming. I needed her to be fully
ready for my cock this time. I slowly stood up, still
behind her and positioned the head of my cock at her
opening. She pushed back and took the head in.
Usually, I'll work it in slowly, but I had a surprise
for her. In one slow, continuous upward motion, I thrust
the entire length of my cock into her. She gasped in
surprise and rose onto her tiptoes in an attempt to
limit my entry.
I imagine that standing on tiptoes for fifteen seconds
in such a situation may have seemed much longer.
Finally, she eased on down until only my balls were
showing. With sensual rhythmic movements I began fucking
her. I withdrew until the head of my cock just started
to show and then thrust back in. I used my full length
to ensure that both of us were being fully stimulated. I
lost track of time. But when I saw one of her hands
leave the stone wall and slide down to caress her clit,
I knew that she was getting close.
I moved in and out of her faster, now thrusting in with
more force, my cum-filled balls slapping against her. I
felt her first spasm, the beginning of her orgasm, her
hot, wet cunt tightening around my cock. That was enough
to trigger that deep feeling in my balls.
At its peak it’s on the threshold between pleasure and
pain.
I could actually feel my cum surging through the shaft
of my cock and then its heat as it spilled into her
cunt. I kept shooting with each thrust, and could now
feel its warmth oozing out between us and coating my
balls. It was as if her pussy was milking every drop of
cum from my body. We finished at the same time. I kept
buried in her.
She likes that, my staying inside after cumming.
We were both panting, hearts beating fast, enjoying that
wonderful feeling of being fully spent after a shared
orgasm.
I'm not sure how much time had passed when I eased out
of her. I was still hard. I squatted down, wanting to
see the stream of fresh cum running down the inside of
her thigh. I knew that I had released a lot into her.
Even before looking, I could pick up the fresh scent of
man cum in the air. I stood up, helped her to the cedar
bench and laid her down. Then I sat on the stone floor
next to her.
We rarely speak at these times. We communicate, but only
through our eyes, our touch, and our breathing.
It would take some time for my cock to soften, and all
the while the cum would be seeping out. She reached down
and gathered some of my seed on her fingertip. I watched
as she took it into her mouth.
In time, we began to shower and wash each other. The
touching was stimulating for us both, but we resisted
the temptation. We wanted to enjoy the afterglow of our
intimacy before starting again later in the day.
END
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