I craned my body upwards. It was a warm fall morning. I walked downstairs and looked outside to the neighborhood. I heard the water hitting her thin body, and decided I'd join her.
The first time you have sex in the shower, it's supposed to be a fantasy. But, as most people who have taken showers with one or two other people know, if you're not sharing enough of the water, it gets a bit chilly.
So I decided I'd wait until she'd at least washed her hair and shaved before I bothered her with my swinging dick.
"Hey Katie," I said, walking in. "Room for two?"
"I'm done," she said, stepping out naked. I was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and my boxers. Water was dripping from her body as she started toweling off. She looked at me as I pulled off my shirt. I stepped to her and kissed her.
It was supposed to be innocent. A good-morning-hello-I-must-get-ready-now. But it sparked something else. I looked at her, wrapping my hand around her waist. She pushes me back against the vanity and puts her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers ... kissing my chest and belly as she pulls down my underwear to the floor. For a moment, she runs her tongue up and down my quickly hardening cock and then kisses back up to my neck...
And then I kissed down, over her 34B breasts and still wet nipples to her freshly shaved pussy, licking into her for just a few moments and running my tongue over her clit.
She is already so wet, and my cock is raging. She pushes against my shoulders, and I lay backwards. The heat from the running shower is condesating drips along my body and the window and mirrors as she falls on top of me. She pulls on my cock with her hand, and glides it up into her pussy.
As soon as I'm in, she's on fire. Maybe it was the stress of school, or the stress of my job, or the loneliness of not seeing me for 18 hours, but she is riding me hard and fast.
She leans down, kissing me. Her long brown hair wet, dangling around our faces. She's in total control, and I can anticipate her orgasm. This is her way to do it. This is how she loves it. Face-to-face as she grinds on top of my cock. There is a sound she makes when she's at the tilt of cumming.
It's a certain cry that I recognize, and I know she's cumming. And I know that cry is cumming. It is certain, like that final friction that starts a fire. And this morning, it doesn't take long.
