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As soon as I get home from work, I’m willing to strip off my clothes and hop into the shower. I’ve been thinking about this all day, the steamy and sensual possibilities of shower sex. My boyfriend, Max, promised we’d try it out tonight, and the anticipation has been building inside of me all day.
I turn on the water and let it run hot, steam filling the room. My eyes scan over the products on the shelf, wondering which one will make me smell sexiest. I see Max’s razor and a bottle of conditioner, and I can’t help but smile at the wondered of him in here earlier.
Max comes in and I smile at him, biting my lip as I scan over his muscular body. His dark hair is wet and slicked back, and his eyes meet mine with a spark of desire. He steps into the shower, his arms wrapping around me, and I press my body against his. I can’t help but moan softly as his hands skim over my curves, his lips meeting mine in a fiery kiss.
The water patters down on us, steam filling the shower and fogging up the glass. Max lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me up against the wall of the shower. His mouth moves down my neck, nibbling at my skin as his fingers tease between my legs. I gasp, arching into his touch, and I begin to move against him, needing more.
Max grabs the shower gel, pouring some into his hand before running it over my body. His hands gliding over my skin… my hips, my thighs, up to my breasts and nipples. He pinches them gently causing me let out a sweet sigh. I return the favour and I reach for the shower gel. I spread the soapy lather on his chest and abs. My fingers deftly make their way lower, down to his groin where I wrap my hand around his erect cock.
I begin to stroke him, my other hand caressing his balls as I feel him getting harder in my palm. Max groans, his fingers still teasing at my pussy, and he starts to thrust against me. I can feel his need against my clit, his cock sliding against me as the water drips down.
He kisses me hard, pushing me up against the shower wall as he teases with his fingers, up and down, sliding in and out. I writhe against him, my wet pussy aching for more. And then he takes me there with his mouth, his lips closing over my clit, drawing it into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, then harder, until I’m writhing and wriggling, lost in the pleasure.
I flick on the showerhead, cold water cascading over his head. It startles him and he yelps out, but I can’t stop now and I continue sawing him off. He seems to like it as I hear him moaning softly. I know he will be close soon as he starts stroking my clit faster and I can feel my orgasm begin to create.
I’m almost there, almost at the edge, when he stops and pulls away from me. I moan in frustration, but then he flips me around, pressing me up against the wall, and I know what’s coming next. He slides into me from behind, his hands gripping for purchase on my hips, and begins to pound into me. I can feel the water splashing around us, the steam making it hard to see, and the only sound is our breathing, mingling together as we move together.
He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips, and I know he’s close. I’m right there with him, my pussy aching and tight around him. We move together in perfect sync, our bodies slick with water and soap, and then I’m coming, my orgasm washing over me in waves.
Max follows me over the edge, his orgasm roaring through him as he shoots his load deep inside me. We stand there for a moment, holding each other, catching our breath, and then the water starts to turn cold. We laugh and rinse off, towels wrapped around us as we step out of the shower.
The steamy encounter, the sensuality of shower sex, leaves us both feeling alive and buzzing with energy. We tumble into bed, spent but still willing, our bodies twitching with anticipation for what’s to come later. I know that shower sex will become our new favorite thing, and I can’t wait to explore all the sensual possibilities that it holds.
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