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I wrote this story as a request from an admirer of my other stories. If there are any ladies out there who would like me to write something for them, feel free to contact me. I hope you enjoy this one.
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With that little request you had you know more or less what is coming next. You still want to savour the quietness of the moment. You simply stand in the bathroom, dressing gown wrapped around you. You hold it tightly to yourself partly to tempt my eyes to see as much of your body as I can. You can almost feel where my eyes are, despite me standing behind you in a dressing gown to match. You slowly rock your body side to side, like that little dance, tempting my attention.
You know you have it, but you enjoy getting more of my gaze. You can just about feel the burning of my eyes around your body, desiring to see behind that dressing gown. You gently slide it downwards, teasing me with only your shoulders as you turn slightly towards me, peering at me out of the corner of your eye. You are not one hundred percent sure, but you think that what you see is me getting harder for you already. You want that cock hard for you, and you know you will get it soon.
You look back towards the shower as you take a step closer, letting the grip of your dressing gown loosen. You feel it gently fall from your body; bare skin exposed to my eyes. You can feel the burning of them intensify. That little grin comes to your face as you tempt me toward you. You turn the shower on and take a step forward, the flow of the water feeling relaxing against you.
You start by simply showering; nothing new, nothing special, just as you might any other morning. You know I will be there with you in only a minute or two, as per your desire. You can only just hear my dressing gown fall to the floor behind me. You pretend to take little notice, though the anticipation builds.
Your fingers grip your hair and pull it back, just as you might in any other morning. You can hear me take another step closer to you, the splashing in the water behind you. My movements break the constant dripping of the water to the floor. My hands and the first thing you feel against you, my palm sliding gently against your breast. Your smile grows.
My hand moves up and down, along your breasts in a passionate glide. The next thing you feel is my lips against your neck as I break the flow of the shower above you. Your smile grows a little more as a breath of air escapes you. We seem to be locked in this position for all the time it takes for you to long for the passion to build. My hands keep rubbing against your breasts, though my movements begin to reduce as my fingers waft over each nipple.
The next thing you feel is the tip of my dick as I get harder against you. You know that my passion for the moment is growing, you can feel it in so many ways. My fingers press against you, gently at first, but I slowly tighten my grip just that little bit. You cannot help but let out a whimper of joy as a wave of pleasure stirs within you.
You still do your best to tease me, paying little direct attention to me, though this is getting more difficult. Your hands are doing nothing but just sitting in your hair. You let one fall by your side. It finds my hip and beckons for me to stand a little closer. You pull me gently against you, feeling my cock press against you.
You can feel the press of my thighs against your ass cheeks. You hold me close, wanting more, but not too quickly. You said before that you want to savour this, though that is getting difficult to do. My kisses against your neck seem to deepen as they increase in speed.