The water from the shower head was as hot as I could stand it, steam swirling around and off of my skin, clinging wetly to every surface, fogging the mirrors and the stall's opaque walls. There isn't quite pain from the heat, but I'm feeling the effects as my muscles, knotted and abused, try to swell and uncoil as the heat invades and smothers me. I'm letting the water pound me right between my shoulders, arms supporting me from the tiled walls, relishing the sensation as it cascades about me, running down and around my body, washing away time's stress. My head is down and my eyes are closed as I let go of my control and spin happily into a fantasy of you....
The shower stall door opens slowly, my head turning and eyes opening to find you there, wrapped in the softest of white towels, radiant in the steam, smiling at me sweetly. There's only serenity in your eyes, pure and simple joy. I stand upright and make room for you and I'm struck yet again by your beauty as you dip your head to join me. The gentle bounce of your breasts as you move, the way your skin flushes pink in the heat of the water, shining brown hair framing your angel's face- I'm transfixed and speechless.
You move directly into me, falling into my embrace, heedless of the water. The softness of your breasts and belly and thighs against me, the way your cheek buries into my chest, any residual pain I ever could of felt is immediately erased in your presence. I feel whole and alive. Unconsciously my hands roam over your back, seeking to hold you as tightly against me as you are keeping me. I love the smell of your hair, fragrant like flowers, perfectly feminine without being overpowering as I kiss your forehead.
I can't say how long we stay there, but eventually we separate and it's as if every moment is working in a kind of blissful slow-motion fugue. Maybe time just has no place here, or I just don't want it to end. You bathe me gently with a bar of soap and a washcloth, lathering my body tenderly. Your hands roam freely over me, delicate and tiny against my comparatively giant frame.
You linger slightly when I catch your gaze, fingertips trailing down my stomach. A suddenly amused and mischievous smile crosses your face and you coyly look at my sex. The washcloth gathers more hot water, and you reach under my cock then, cradling and massaging my balls, your middle finger rubbing against my perineum. Using your other hand you carefully encircle my growing erection, squeezing mildly until I'm completely firm and rigid, head shining brightly aimed at your terrific cleavage. A bass grunt escapes my throat in the steam.
Casually you stroke me, almost milking me, adjusting your pressure as you slide up my length, fondling my balls on the return to the root of my cock. My breath catches each time you cycle my piston and I'm flexing myself in rhythm with you. Eventually a single drop or pre-cum emerges from me and you grin in utter delight.
Bending forward at the waist you lean forward and plant a generous and full kiss on the engorged head of my dick, swirling and licking your talented tongue all about the sensitive underside and I can't even breathe. I'm not close to cumming, but I'm not far either, and the feeling is so delicious when you gaze up at me, your eyes greedily devouring me.
My hands find their way into your wet hair, pulling it out of your face. You must see something on my face because you smile broadly around a mouthful of my cock as I reach under your chin to coax you up against me.