Shower Sex Erotica
"Perfect," a sex story by Stephanie Bye
Squinting against the sun she pulled into the drive and turned the radio off, then back on again just to hear the last few seconds of The Thrill is Gone. It was one of her favorite songs. She could do whatever she felt like these days. She could sit in her car all afternoon if she wanted. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the freedom she felt instead of the reason for her new independence. Turning off the car she grabbed her purse and headed to the front door. With a sigh she walked into the house, laid her keys down on the table and took a long a look around the airy entrance way, across the room the view out her big bay windows. She still loved her spacious lake front house. The little fishing boat that she had tied to the end of the dock wasn't much, but it had a little motor and oars so she could make it a work out or just tool around the lake and relax. She changed her clothes and debated.
She could go over to some friends' house; they always had a late barbeque on Wednesdays and lived just on the other side of the lake. Or she could just get the oars out and take the channel out to the bigger lake and work off some of this restless energy and maybe have a chance to sort out her head.
She kept moving around the house, bouncing a little to the music. It was more upbeat than good ol' BB King, a little jazzy swing band out of New York. The upbeat tempo and happy melodies kept her dancing around the house. As long as she kept moving she wouldn't think about him, or about what this house had meant to them, none of it. She wouldn't let herself fall into a well of lethargy. So she kept moving. It had been a long day at work and she was mentally exhausted. She had picked up an extra shift this morning, not because she needed the money but because she wanted something to do.
As a waitress at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the country, she made better money and knew more about the stock exchange than most college graduates trying to make their fortune on Wall Street. She'd overheard every single drunken CEO spill his guts over dry martinis to someone young, blonde and busty for years and had made quite a decent show with some well-placed investments. She still worked just to keep her from going stir-crazy, but it was for kicks, not cash. She was mentally tired from today, but still physically restless. Every now and then she just didn't want to see one more happy couple swooning over each other. It never bothered her before. Pushing it from her mind, she gathered herself together and started to get ready to go out on the lake.
She was pulling out a pair of socks and about to look for her favorite tennis shoes when she thought she heard it: his footsteps. She would never forget that sound. She would recognize it in a dead sleep. For a moment she thought she had imagined it, wishful thinking or something, because nothing happened. The doorknob didn't turn. There was no knock. Nothing.
Her mind quickly raced back a few weeks to the day she had last seen him. He had kissed her on the forehead and said he was gonna run out for a pack of smokes. Then he just didn't come back. It wasn't bad enough that she had been left by her lover of almost three years. No, it had to be done in one of the most cliché ways she could think of. No note, no argument, just gone.
Her heart was pounding hard in her ears. “Pull yourself together, Rachel. You are a strong, independent, intelligent woman. Don't start dreaming up footsteps on the walk.
You don't need him. Take a deep breath and just keep moving,” she scolded herself mentally. With a deep breath she sat down on the couch to put her socks and shoes on. She allowed herself just the quickest thought of him and what they'd had before he left.
They'd had the perfect life together.
Before she could stop herself her mind went back to the day they met. He had been working in real estate and dabbling in some music production and attended a business meeting where she worked. Their eyes locked and they were instantly connected. It was like there was an invisible wire sending electricity through their bodies every time their hands brushed while she refilled his coffee. They were both dating someone at the time, but after the meeting ended he lingered behind and they exchanged phone numbers anyway. They became fast friends. He had an easy laugh and knew how to lighten up her more cynical sense of humor. They spent years as good friends, each going through a slew of bad dating experiences. Each time they would pick the other one up with a big bottle of cheap red wine and some sushi.
Then one day they found themselves both single and it was like someone flipped a switch. Over yet another bottle of cheap Merlot they felt that electricity again. Their eyes locked and they knew this was it. It started in a wine soaked kiss, sloppy and wet, and quickly led to a sensual undressing. Every inch of flesh exposed tingled and every hair stood on end. The night they spent together was awe-inspiring. No body part or tender piece of sweet skin went unkissed. They worshipped each others' bodies and felt themselves connect in every way. He had made her orgasm harder than she thought was possible and when they lay in a sweaty heap together afterward he kissed her forehead and told her he loved her. They were already so comfortable with each other that the transition from friends to lovers was effortless and natural.
They bought the house together. With her start up cash and his experience in real estate their house was to die for. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, room to grow. They were going to settle in for the long haul and make a family some day. They had everything you could ever want for a couple. She still couldn't figure out why he had left. There was no note, no argument. Nothing. Just a kiss on the forehead on the way out the door.
She snapped herself back to the present. She shook her head and took a deep breath. Her heart firmly back in her chest, her breathing calmed and her pulse slowed; she finished putting on her shoes. Just as she was about to stand up and walk out the sliding doors to the water, the front door opened. Her knees buckled and she froze.
“David.”
David wasn't sure what had brought him to this front door today. Hell, he wasn't really sure what had made him walk out it in the first place. It was his dream, his whole world. Rachel was everything he had always looked for in a girl. He had everything he had ever dreamed of. The house, the woman, the career. His music production had taken off, and he only dealt in real estate when he wanted to these days. He really did have it all. Everything he had ever wanted was his for the taking. Maybe that was why he walked out. What do you do with your life when all of your dreams have come true? Where do you go from the top? It was a question that scared the shit out of him. The day it popped into his head he broke into a cold sweat.
All his life he had something to work for, something to drive him, keep him on his toes. Now he had everything he worked for, and what now? So he did the only thing he could think of. He jumped from the top of his wonderful life. He didn't know where or how he would land, just knew he couldn't sit on top and wait to fall. So he grabbed his keys and told Rachel he was going out for cigarettes and left. He ran. Ran from everything he had with her, from everything he had ever wanted. The last few weeks were a blur of whiskey and couches. A few cheap hotels. More whiskey. He knew he looked like shit and felt even worse. All he wanted was a shower and a bed. He had meant to walk down to the Motel 6, but somehow his feet had carried him here. Now he was standing on the front step of his own house, staring at the door as if it were a ghost. He stood like that for a long time, unsure of what to do next.
Would she be home? He couldn't even remember if he had seen her car in the drive. Would she be mad? Would she cry? Would she tell him to get back out? The uncertainty was humbling and froze him in place. Finally he sucked in a deep breath and opened the door.
Their eyes met and he was speechless.
She didn't move, didn't yell at him, just gave him a deer in the headlights look and whispered his name.
Neither of them moved for several long moments. Finally he walked in and shut the door. He noticed with a smile that her toe was still tapping in time to the music she was playing. It was one of the little things that endeared her to him in the first place. There were so many little things about her that just drove him wild. His chest felt like it would burst he wanted her so bad.
Taking a deep breath he walked into the house.
She couldn't believe he was standing in their living room. It was like time had stopped. She wasn't frozen in place anymore, but she dared not move in case this was a dream and it would end if she acknowledged it. Of course she had imagined this moment. Every woman who has ever been left fantasizes about what would happen if he came back. Would she yell, scream, cry? Apparently not. Apparently she did nothing but sit absolutely still with shock.
He walked around the edge of the couch until he stood behind her. Still, she didn't move. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise up as he stood behind her. She felt his breath ever so slightly seconds before she felt his lips.
He didn't know what it was about her at that moment, but he couldn't resist anymore. He lightly brushed his lips along the nape of her neck and along her shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips as her head fell back giving him a familiar invitation to the rest of her neck. It was like they were both puppets being controlled by the same unseen hands. He brushed his fingers through her hair and felt her shudder. Their bodies spoke their own language. Words would have been superfluous and may have broken the spell.
They stayed like that for a while, him leaning over the back of the couch while she sat, letting him kiss her. After long moments their mouths found each other. He could taste the faint salty taste of tears, but couldn't tell whose they were. They kissed softly, tentatively. Both unsure like they had never been before. There was a new distance between them, but it hummed with electricity.
She was the one who bridged the gap. She reached up and ran her fingers along the back of his neck and tangled them in his dark hair to pull him to her. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, reclaiming it as hers. His hands tightened in her hair briefly before he pulled away with a deep breath. Sensing her acceptance, he pulled her to her feet in an embrace. After several more kisses, each increasing in intensity, he led her to their big bathroom. It had been one of their favorite rooms in the house. He turned the water on in their big multi-headed shower. While he waited for it to get hot he started undressing her, slowly, still not speaking.
Her eyes were wide and a smile lingered at the corners of her mouth as she played along. If he wanted to take control and please her she wouldn't stop him. It just felt so good to have his hands on her again.
He slid her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor as he kissed her from shoulder along her collarbone, pausing briefly at the base of her throat. His hands slid behind her and caressed her hips and lower back lightly before gently stroking up her back to her bra. His hands were at home on her skin. He unhooked it and followed the straps down her arms with his lips, kissing the inside of her elbows and wrists. He knew all of her favorite places and wanted to make sure he didn't miss a single one. Her head was relaxed back now, small sighs escaping her as he continued the sensual play on her body.
The jeans were next, and his mouth continued to follow his hands. He kissed just under her breast, along her rib cage and across her belly before flicking his tongue just behind the button of her fly as a tease. He unbuttoned and dropped her jeans in a soft smooth motion, his hands sliding lightly long her thighs from the outside edges on the way down and along the inside on the way up. Her body was trembling with sensation now, but she dare not move and break the trance. The steam from the shower was beginning to build in the small room as he lowered her panties and slid one very tempting, very slow, very teasing finger along her clit and inside her just once before pulling it back out and licking it.
“Oh god, David!” Her voice was husky with desire.
“I want you to get in the shower and wash up for me while I get undressed and watch you.”
Not one to argue with a man that could make her weak in the knees and trembling from head to toe, she stepped into the stream of hot water. His eyes were glued to her through the clear shower curtain. It was an erotic sight, more than a silhouette but not a full view. The water had slicked her hair back and made the curls a thick straight line down her back ending just at the curve of the hip and lower back. She reached for the soap, bending slightly, making her hair slide around the curve of her round hips and drawing attention to her full round butt. She looked like Botticelli's Venus, all curves, surrounded by steam with water pouring down in rivulets across her skin. She slid the washcloth across her shoulders, along to her arms and back up to her breasts. She lifted each one and slid the cloth in soapy circles around her taut pink nipples for his benefit, knowing he was watching her every move and she was going to make sure he got a little show. Knowing what he wanted to see, she slid the washcloth across her belly, along her hips and slowly, very slowly, slid it between her thighs. He was almost undressed now, his eyes never leaving her as he finished stepping out of his pants and boxers. He was about to step into the shower when she held up her hand.
“Wait”
One word. With that one word she switched the control of the moment.
She slid the washcloth back across her hips and down one thigh as she turned her back on him. She bent over as she slid her soapy hands along her legs, giving him a full view of her ass and a little glimpse of her wet lips, soap still clinging to her light smattering of hair. She took extra time, scrubbing each toe and inch of skin to give him an ample chance to appreciate the view. She slowly stood back up and rinsed herself off, her hands moving sensually across her body and up along her neck and face. With her head back and the water coursing down her face she finished rinsing and opened her eyes.
“Come here.”
He quickly obeyed her softly spoken words and stepped into the shower with her. What had started off as his game had quickly become hers. She pulled him to her under the spray of water and began soaping him up. She slid her hands slowly, softly up his back and along his shoulders. She spun him around and washed his back, sliding her hands down along his hips. She reached around and briefly squeezed his penis, just enough to get his attention and make sure he was almost painfully hard. She continued to wash his body, the suds clinging to his skin along his hard lines and muscles. She spun him back around again and stepped back from the water so she could rinse him.
Untitled (Shower Shot) by Samantha Wolov
He was like putty in her hands and she helped the water remove all of the traces of soap. She kissed him then. Her mouth met his, softly at first, her lips barely pressing to his. Gradually she increased the intensity, her mouth opening his, her tongue sliding along the inside of his upper lip, then lightly nipping his bottom lip before she pulled away.
Looking him in the eye she let her hands wander down the front of his body, along his collarbone, across his chest, nails lightly brushing his nipples. Further down they went, tracing the line from hip bone to groin until they met together between his legs. One hand slid under and gently cupped his balls, the other wrapped around his shaft. She swallowed his gasp and she brought her mouth to his again, then let her mouth follow the path her hands had made until she was kneeling on the floor of the shower, her face pressed to his hip. She nibbled and kissed her way across his hip bone agonizingly slow. Then her tongue darted out and licked the tip of him. It was his turn to tremble as her hands stayed in place and her mouth joined the game.
He couldn't think straight; all he could do was feel her. It was like the whole world was between his legs and washing his whole body in sensations that radiated from that core. She kept stroking, squeezing and licking. He slid in and out of her mouth, knees shaking, hands clenched against the shower wall. The hot water coursed across his body and down along the back of her head. Every move she made pushed him closer and closer to the end. She could feel his balls begin to pull up into his body and knew he was about to come. So she stopped. The sudden change left him a little dazed and disoriented. She looked up at him through the water with a smile and stood up.
“Oh no, don't think you’re done. Not yet. You started this. Now finish it.”
Her words were demanding; her tone heavy with desire. Her lips were parted and slightly swollen from the attention she had been paying to him. He pulled her up and pushed her against the wall, her beautiful ass to him. He put her hands above her head and held them to the cool tile with one hand while his other reached around and squeezed her luscious breasts one by one. They were warm from the shower and heavy in his hands. He loved the feel of her curves against his body. His dick was hard as a rock and nestled into the crook at the small of her back. As his hand slid lower to the heat between her legs he pulled her lower body back against him. She let out a gasp of pleasure as he slid a finger between her lips to her swollen clit.
He rubbed his hand back and forth in slow circular motions feeling her body begin to tense. As her breathing became quicker he slid two fingers inside her hot snatch and thrust them up hard, making her back arch and her fingers dig into the wall of the shower. He finger fucked her for a few minutes until he could feel her walls begin to contract around his fingers and knew she was getting close. He pulled his hand away and replaced it with his very hard waiting cock. She was slippery and ready to take him all the way in. He slid it in and out slowly for a few strokes, making them both shake in anticipation then slid it almost all of the way out and teased her with just the tip. As she shook a soft, low, begging “Please” escaped on a sigh and he couldn't control himself anymore. He slammed hard into her pussy filling her all the way up and knocking the wind from her chest.
She braced her hands against the shower wall and he grabbed her hips, fingertips creating little white circles. He thrust into her again and again, her loud groans being cut off as he knocked the wind out of her. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. All she knew was she was about to have one of the most explosive orgasms she'd ever had. She threw her head back and arched into his thrusts. One of his hands came up from her hips and squeezed a nipple so hard it almost made a little sob come from her. It was all she needed to push her flying over the edge.
The world went black and then bright white. Her ears rang. Her knees almost buckled under her. She felt like fire had erupted across her skin but was covered in goosebumps. As she began to regain clarity she could feel him still inside her, still rock hard. He had felt her come, watched her spasm, felt her contract. It was an amazing sight to watch. He almost came, but held himself back. Despite her saucy comment earlier he was determined she was going to finish this game, not him. He held her while she finished her post coital spasm. When she had stopped shaking and her breathing was almost back to normal he leaned forward and kissed her behind the ear.
“I want to feel your mouth,” he whispered.
She sighed a sweet little sigh and turned her head to smile at him. “Of course.”
He pulled out of her still twitching pussy and she dropped to her knees again. She could taste her own juices on his hard penis as she slid her mouth over it. She grabbed the backs of his thighs and sucked him like her life depended on it. Her mouth flew back and forth, her tongue played along the head of him licking the tip as she occasionally slid him out of her mouth so she could catch her breath then sliding him all the way back into her mouth to the back of her throat. He tried to control himself and enjoy the sensations longer but an orgasm was fast approaching. She slid her hands under his cock and while one cupped his balls the other lightly stroked the space just behind them. That was all it took to send him skyrocketing over the edge. He shot hard and hot into her mouth and she greedily sucked and swallowed every last drop. It was his turn to go weak in the knees and lightheaded. She shakily got to her feet. By now the hot water was almost out and the shower had turned cool. It soothed their feverish bodies as they embraced and kissed once more with a whispered “I love you.”
She shakily turned off the water and handed him a towel. They dried off, sated and sleepy. Smiling they wordlessly walked to the bedroom together and collapsed in a damp, happy pile in their bed. The towels fell away as they slid into a blissful sleep in a tangle of arms and legs. Tomorrow would deal with the hows and whys. Tonight was the first night of the rest of their lives together.
Originally published July 2010
