The shower has always been one of my favourite preludes to sex. The opportunity to massage warm soapy water all over each other's naked bodies really sets the tone and turns up the eroticism.
So I'm in the shower, but it's morning and July is just stirring in the giant double bed that had been the scene of our vigorous and enthusiastic coupling the previous night. Clothing was liberally distributed around the hotel room as we had dispensed with the niceties and just got on with some animalistic mating.
I took a handful of shower gel and spread it on my chest, lathered it up on the hair there and started my shower ritual, probably just as most men do first thing. Shower gel is so much more effective than soap, it's so much more sensual and, as long as it's hung up in the shower, there is no danger of dropping it.
Hair and head: done, under arms: done, torso: done, buttocks and bum: done. I apply the soapy concoction to my cock and balls, which normally makes my thoughts turn to sex and, I confess, usually starts a slight engorgement of my cock, but is only very slight after last evening's performance.
July had been a total animal last night. I think we had only had one glass of wine each, so enough to relax us, feed the desire, but not so much as to take away the ability, if you know what I mean.
These days it can be a quick tumble but something really set us off last night, probably the whole scenario: important anniversary, hotel room, romantic dinner. To be honest we haven't fucked like that for a while. We'd just ripped off each other's clothes, leapt on the bed and jumped each other's bones; mish; cow girl; reverse cow girl and doggy to name but a few variations of the outpouring of our lust.
I think cow girl is my favourite. It's being able to watch the crisping of the face as she grinds her pelvis onto mine, not so much with an in and out motion so much as rocking to and fro. The penetration is out of this world and I also get a chance to fondle her magnificent breasts as they jiggle provocatively in front of me.
She likes her breasts fondled gently, almost massaged with an open palm. That is, until she's about to come. Just before she comes her face tenses up and I know it's time: time to pinch her nipples and pinch them really quite hard.
This almost always does the trick and her body goes into spasm, her buttocks quiver and she lets out this guttural sound as she grinds down on my cock physically imploring it to ejaculate, which it obligingly did.
Anyway, on with the shower. In spite of the raunchy activity of last night, or maybe because of the memory of it, I notice a slight swelling in the cock department as I soap myself somewhat more thoroughly than strictly necessary.
I am in the midst of my reverie when July appears at the shower door. Stark naked, jet black hair framing her still slightly sleepy face and her magnificent breasts swaying provocatively, the reddened nipples betraying the pinch that had brought on her orgasm.
"Playing with ourselves, are we? Not enough action last night, eh? Well we'll soon see about that." And she pulled the door open and climbed in beside me.
"No, no, not at all! It's just the memory of last night set me off. "Mercy, please mercy." But it was too late, she had already grabbed a handful of shower gel and was spreading its lather languorously over my stiffening cock and round my buttocks.
"Come on then big boy, let's see you put your money where your mouth is. Let's see just how much he wants to play again." And with that slipped a soapy finger into my bum. Now it's not the going in that works the magic, it's the coming out and July knows this very well.
She rubs her soapy torso over of mine, her breasts on my chest and her slowly regrowing pubes over the exposed head of my cock, while inserting her finger ever deeper. It's working.
"So there is life in the old dog yet!" She exclaimed and slowly, ever so slowly, started to extract her finger from my bum. We both know where this is leading: after an agonisingly slow extraction with every nerve in my bum screaming, she pulls the final knuckle out sharply. My sphincter contracts involuntarily sending a bolt of lightning straight to the head of my cock which jerks in a mock ejaculation.
