By the time I got home from college I was stressed beyond belief. My eyes were red and sore from crying over failing my English Lit test, and my belly sore from all the butterflies that had been fluttering about in it for so long, worrying and stressing about my entire life.
I raced upstairs to my bedroom without checking the house for occupants, and threw my little skirt and top off.
My mother’s car was in the drive, and there was a good chance she was in her home office downstairs, but that was fine. Dad wouldn’t be home for another two hours, so I still had a couple of hours to relax before the onslaught of a rowdy family dinner and potential arguments.
I needed a shower, a nice warm, relaxing, soothing shower. I ached to feel the hot burning water trickling into the little curves and crevices of my body; to feel to handheld head kneading and massaging hard-pressure water into the sore muscles of my neck and shoulders. Just thinking about it made me shiver as I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom in my red bra and panties.
I opened the door and was rushed by a mouthful of steam. Someone was in there already. I fell into the bathroom, shocked by the presence of someone else. It was my Mum’s boss and business partner! I almost didn’t recognize him in his birthday suit. The room smelled of soap and hot steam. He was bent over with one foot on the bath, his shoulder to me, drying his leg with the towel. My eyes rested on his round, smooth, slightly hairy ass and I made a noise of surprise, “Oh God!” I squealed, “Sorry!”
He hadn’t even seen me until I made a noise, and when he did he turned around, fully naked, shocked and surprised. I grabbed an eyeful of his long, soft cock and his toned, well carved body and blushed. He squinted at me through the steam, asking my name, “Is that you?” His eyes travelled my bra and panties as if he was drinking me in.
I laughed, “Yeah, sorry I didn’t know you guys were home.”
“Your mum went out for takeout,” he said, strangely immodestly, only slowly bothering to cover his low-set balls, curly moist pubic hair, and magnetic penis.
“Cool. Well, you finish up and I’ll --“
“Oh I’m almost finished. Here, you can have the shower,” he smiled.
“Uhh,” I blushed again and stepped into the bathroom without thinking, “Okay.”
I shut the door behind me, then realized what kind of decision I’d made: I was standing in a steamy bathroom with my mother’s single, naked and probably horny boss, wearing nothing more than a bra and a g-string.
It was silent as he dried off. I stood by the door, hugging myself slightly, though it was warm in there. I felt awkward and stupid. My nipples hardened at the sight of his nakedness, and I tried to hide them.
“Nice shower, isn’t it?” I babbled.
“Uhh, yeah. I especially liked the hand-held bit.”
I laughed loudly, “Oh I bet!”
He grinned at me sideways and dried himself down. I shifted from my left foot to my right and smiled.
“You can get in if you like. I wont look.”
“Nah, I think I might leave it.”
“Are you sure?”
I paused for a moment and looked at him again. God, he was spectacular. Barely forty, Gary had short dark brown hair with only a few random hints of grey through it. He wore glasses usually, and I’d only ever seen him in casual sales attire. He had warm, twinkling grey-blue eyes that seemed to just shine when he smiled. He wasn’t overly jocular, but there was always something kind and comfortable about him. He was thickly set, with a curvy waist, and a very nice round ass.
“Look, I’ll get out of your way,” he said, wrapping his towel around his hips finally and moving past me to the door. We were close as he opened it and the cold air rushed in. I considered shutting it again, and locking him in with me where I could ravish his beautifully experienced body with my inexperienced shyness. But they were the thoughts of a sex-starved teenager with a crush on her mother’s boss, and nothing more.
He looked down at my breasts as he slid past me, and walked out. I reluctantly shut the door, without locking it, and sat on the bath for a moment to recuperate from the sight and experience.
Recuperation didn’t exactly work. I was so stressed already, and my body was crying out for relief. When I stepped into the hot-running shower, and pressed the stream to my head, I felt a tingling all over my body. The knowledge that he’d been in the shower just before me, washing himself, maybe even jacking off, drove me to begin playing with my breasts and pinching my hard, painful nipples. I moved the handheld stream down to my belly, rolling the handle over my skin, then parting my legs.
Shoots of hard water began pounding up into my tender, swollen pussy, merging with the thicker creamy juices inside me. I gasped at the sudden fury of desire and pleasure that beat me up against the wall. I fell against it and began to pump the head against my pussy, trying to copy what I thought he’d feel like if he was fucking me.
My head began to throb and my vision blurred, so I closed my eyes and breathed deeper, working the water over my clit in circles and heavy, thrusting waves of movement.
“Oh m..yy... god,” I whispered, “Oh yeahh... ohhhh ... that feels incredible...”
I pressed my forehead against the cold tile, parting my legs a little more to feel what I pretended was Gary’s cock shoving up deeper into me. I began to grind the handheld into my cunt, fucking myself with it and caught my breath as my body convulsed and pulsed through an intense and delicious orgasm. I almost fell over as my knees gave way, and let myself lean against the side of the bath, holding onto it for dear life.
While my orgasm didn’t relax me 100%, I felt better, and a little tired. I washed my hair, lathered myself with yummy girly-scented soap, washed it off, then dried myself with my sweet-smelling, cleanly washed towel.
Back in my bedroom I changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and casual top. I was still burning and tingling from my fantasy romp in the shower, so when I clomped downstairs to find Gary seated on the couch, I almost came again in my jeans. He was laid-back casually watching the television.
