Jenny had come by after work. I was in the kitchen making dinner. Being the amateur chef I was at the time, dinner was going to be very, very late. I had to let it simmer for at least another hour. To pass the time, we rolled up a joint and quickly smoked it.
“Well, I’m gonna hop in the shower if dinner’s going to be a while,” she said.
Jenny got up and walked to the bathroom, peeling off her clothes as she made her way across the apartment. She tossed her clothes on the chair in the bedroom. I could hear her start the water in the shower. I peeked over my shoulder and saw she had left the door to the bathroom wide open. I watched her climb into the tub and pull the shower curtain shut.
I made my own way to the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain a bit and watched her soaping up her body. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked back at me and smiled that devilish grin of hers.
“Would you like some help?” I offered.
“I was wondering how long it would take you,” she replied.
I quickly took off my clothes, tossing them to the floor. I climbed in the tub behind her, pressing my chest against her back. Jenny handed me the soap so I could lather up my hands. Stretching her arms behind her, Jenny began rubbing my sides, her own hands slippery from the soap. My own hands lathered up I reached forward and put the soap back in the shower rack. Jenny slid her hands between our bodies and reached for my cock, which was already incredibly hard. My hands cupped her breasts, massaging them, her soft flesh becoming slippery from the soap. My fingers played with her hardening nipples.
Jenny tossed her head back, resting it on my shoulder, and moaned softly. The tip of my tongue traced her earlobe. As my hands kneaded her breasts, Jenny’s hands were busy stroking my hard shaft.
“Mmmmmmm...You’re so hard,” Jenny said in a lusty moan, squeezing and releasing the head of my cock in rhythm with her words.
Jenny brought her hand to mine and guided them over her body, slowly bring them lower and lower. She pressed her body back tightly against mine. My hard cock, slippery from the soap, rubbed between her ass. Her back arched as my fingers brushed over her pussy. She moaned out loud as my fingers caressed her mound, running through her small patch of hair. Our hips gyrated together, sliding the shaft of my cock between her cheeks.
Jenny reached back with one hand and grabbed the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her neck. I kissed and nibbled at her skin as my fingers found her hard clit. My other hand cupped her breast as my fingers squeezed her nipple. Jenny’s other hand reached out for the showerhead and directed the spray of warm water down her body. Her small hand slipped under mine, her fingers rubbing her own clit.
“Put a finger inside me,” Jenny moaned, “Fuck my pussy with your finger”
I slowly slid a finger inside her wet pussy, exploring her inner walls, feeling the warmth from within her. I kissed over her collarbone, lightly sucking and nibbling her soft skin. My hand massaged her breast, my fingers rolling her hard nipple between them. I slipped a second finger inside Jenny’s pussy, slowly moving in and out.
“Oh yes,” Jenny panted, “fuck me with your fingers.”
