Sensual Sin in the Steam: A Forbidden Shower Affair

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As the steam slowly began to fill the shower room, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. There was something exhilarating about being so close to him, yet knowing that our forbidden encounter could end disastrously if anyone found out.

He was my best friend’s husband, and I had all the time secretly harbored feelings for him. But I knew that I could never act on them, as it would be a betrayal of my friendship with her. But as fate would have it, we found ourselves alone in the hotel room, and the temptation was too much to withstand.

As I stepped into the shower, I could feel his gaze on me, his eyes devouring my naked body. I turned to face him, and our eyes met for a fleeting moment before he turned away, clearly struggling to control his desire.

But I was determined to make him mine, even if it was just for one night. I stepped closer to him, the heat from the steam making it hard to breathe.

“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching out to touch his arm.

He nodded, but his eyes betrayed his desire, a hunger that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

I stepped closer, and he reached out to wrap his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. I could feel his heart racing, matching mine beat for beat.

We stood there for a few moments, simply reveling in the sensation of our naked bodies pressed together. But soon enough, the desire became too much, and we began to kiss.

His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I could feel myself melting into his arms. Our tongues dueled for dominance, each of us trying to gain the upper hand.

As the kiss grew deeper and more passionate, I could feel his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch of my skin. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples until they were hard and aching for his touch.

I gasped as his hand traveled down to my pussy, his fingers running over my clit in slow, deliberate circles. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, the sensation so intense that I was on the verge of cumming already.

But he withdrew his hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.

He chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“Patience, my dear. The best is yet to come.”

With that, he turned me around, pressing my back against the wall of the shower. And then he dropped to his knees, his tongue tracing lazy circles around my clit.

I moaned loudly, the sensation almost too much to bear. But he was relentless, his tongue exploring every inch of my pussy until I was writhing and bucking against him, begging for release.

And then he stood up, his cock hard and ready. He slipped inside me slowly, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move in and out of me in slow, measured thrusts.

The sensation was incredible, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment, until finally, with a loud cry, I came undone.

He continued to pound into me, his own orgasm building as he neared the edge.

And then, with one final thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum filling me up as we collapsed against the wall in a sweaty, exhausted heap.

We lay there for a few moments, catching our breaths and trying to regain our composure.

“I can’t believe we did that,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I know,” I replied, my own voice trembling with emotion. “But it felt so right.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

“But we can never do it again,” he said firmly.

I knew he was right, but it still hurt to hear him say it. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment.

“You’re right,” I said softly. “It was just a moment of weakness.”

But even as the words left my lips, I knew that it was a lie. Because in my heart of hearts, I knew that I would all the time crave him, all the time secretly yearn for the forbidden pleasure of his touch.