My Thoughts On Showering: A Fantasy
I'm in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair; I see your reflection as you enter. You stand there for a minute watching me brush the tangles out of my long curls. I offer the brush to you. You take it, and gently stroke a section in the back of my hair with it. Starting with the ends, and working your way up, like you have done a thousand times before. You love brushing my hair. You love the warm, thick, soft texture of my hair. The curls wrap around your fingers as you brush through the section. Each tendril seems to intertwine and clasp on to you. You finish brushing through the back and you put the brush down on the counter. You wrap your arms around me from behind and pull me close to you.
I look up in the mirror and can see you smiling at me. I reach up and embrace your arms. Then slowly I turn around in your arms to face you. I look up at you with my big brown eyes and you smile back. Your blue eyes are lit up with love and adoration. I reach up on my tippie toes and kiss your warm lips. They feel tender and soft, your mustache lightly tickles my face. Your lips part with mine, as you search my mouth with your tongue. Already, I can feel the stirring in your loins.
Your drop your hands from behind me, as you reach around the front of my robe for the knot in my belt. You undo the knot and the robe falls to the floor leaving me naked. You continue to kiss me, kissing me more deeply now. I can feel the passion in your kiss. You caress my naked body as your tongue probes my insides sending shockwaves throughout my core.
You reach for my nipples and they harden at your touch. You tease them a little between your fingers. Your lips leave mine as you work your way down my neck, kissing it's warmth. You trace your way down my neck line to my collar bone in gentle little kisses. You stop your ministrations to my nipples for a minute and lightly trace over my collar bone. My skin feels silky smooth beneath your fingers. I feel myself starting to melt with your touch. I feel so feminine, like a delicate flower. You look up at me, and smile. Your eyes convey such warmth. And want. I see a spark of mischief in them and I wonder what you are thinking.
Before I can utter word. You are lifting me up and setting me down on the vanity top. The marble counter feels cold against my naked cheeks. I can feel it cooling off my wetness.
You lean forward and take in a nipple into your mouth, and suck on it greedily, hungrily. You attack my nipple with such vigor, that I am taken by surprise. The cool marble beneath me seems to have just gotten slicker. A moan escapes my lips. You move on to the other nipple with the same vigor and hunger. My exposed nipple tingles with the cool dampness left on it. I cradle you head in my hands, throwing my head back to moan softly. You know of my fantasy to come from merely having my nipples stimulated, and are doing a pretty good job of getting me there. I feel you tongue flicking my sensitive nipple as if you were trying to milk it. The sensations within me are growing and mounting.
You alternate now between nipples, and quickly lick the nipple tops back and forth as you press my breasts together. You can tell I am enjoying your touch as I knead the back of your head and neck lightly with my nails. My moaning is becoming louder, and I am rolling my head from side to side. I wanted to give in to the feelings within me.
Pangs of excitement and anticipation are nagging at my inner core. I want to ride this wave as long and as far as it would take me. You can feel me giving way underneath you, and you lightly nibble at one of my nipples to further heighten my pleasure. Then you return to my now overly sensitive nipple and suck it for all it is worth. You reach down and spread my legs, as you dive two fingers deep into my wet interior, sending me over the edge.
I roar and scream, as your hand is rewarded with a bath of warm fluids. You shove your thumb onto my love button to keep the sensations within me going. Your mouth leaves my breasts, moves down between my legs, leaning me back, and lap up the juices between my lips with your tongue. You reach down and place my legs over your shoulders, my feet are near your ears, and you slide me forward to you. You continue applying gentle pressure to my clit continuing to make me come. Before I even have a chance to come down from one orgasm, I am riding another wave of passion and pleasure. You continue licking up my juices as I give them to you. I am moaning and screaming like never before. Your mustache and beard tickles my inner thighs.
You reach up, not wanting to neglect my breasts and pinch my nipples. Your tongue runs it's course from my perineum along my lips to my clit. You take long quick laps up my slit, quickly passing my clit. You suck my baby smooth lips, and then drive your tongue into my pussy as your nose pushes against my clit. I am writhing in ecstasy. My juice trickles down your beard. I take hold of your and shove it into my pussy more as I continue riding this orgasmic wave you have caused deep within me. I am screaming and calling you name. You suck and lick and drink all that I have to give you. You'd like to stay between my legs all day but you have other plans for me. Slowly I start to calm down from the sexual overload. You kiss my sweet smooth lips, and just for fun blow a verbert on my inner thigh. I laugh and smile at you. You face is covered in my juices.
