As I stood under the hot spray of the sensual shower, I couldn’t help but think about him. My heart raced as I reflected on our forbidden encounters. It had been a while since I had seen him, but I could still feel his touch on my skin and the sensation of his lips on mine.
I turned my face upwards, letting the water run over it. It felt like heaven, but even that couldn’t compare to the pleasure he had given me. My thoughts wandered and I found myself reliving the night we first crossed the line.
It was a brisk autumnal evening, the leaves had turned a shade of golden brown and the air was crisp. I was walking home from work, like I at all times did. It was a long walk, but it was the only exercise I got throughout the day. The only thing different today was the fact that the rain had become increasingly heavy, soaking me to the bone. I stopped to light up a cigarette under an awning when he appeared behind me.
He offered me his umbrella and with my guard down after the long day, I accepted it without hesitation. I had at all times been attracted to him, I must admit. He was so tall, towering over me, yet his eyes were so gentle and his touch seemed so delicate as he held the umbrella over my head.
We made small talk as we walked in silence, but the tension between us was electric. I couldn’t believe the way my body was reacting to his proximity. We eventually reached my door and before I could unlock it, he had trapped me against the wall and kissed me. A kiss that was deep and intense, it was enough to make me forget all about the rain.
I reached down to the faucet, adjusting the water, trying to shake the memory from my head. It was hard, though. I couldn’t help but feel the dampness in my knickers as I remembered his touch. I continued to let the water cascade over my skin, relishing in the steam that had filled the small shower.
My thoughts went back to that night as my eyes closed, and I allowed myself to go back there. I remembered the way his fingers had explored my body as we moved towards my apartment. I remembered the way my body trembled under his touch as he undressed me and laid me down on my bed.
The memory of his lips on mine was still fresh in my mind. The way they had moved in sync with mine, driving my pleasure higher and higher until I felt the world spinning. It was the definition of a forbidden encounter, and yet, I craved more.
I shook off the memory, it was dangerous territory, and I didn’t want to relive all of the emotions I had gone through that night again. Preoccupied with the wondered of him, I hadn’t even noticed that the shower door had opened until he stepped in with me.
I was taken aback for an instant, but when I saw his naked body, my heart skipped a beat. His muscular physique was on full display as he stepped forward, closing the door behind him. His dark eyes flickered to mine as his hands reached out to pull me towards him, as if we had never parted.
The tingle of desire that had been brewing in my belly came back full force, as he ran his hands up and down my arms. I closed my eyes again and allowed my sensations to take over. The pebbled texture of his abs under my fingertips as I traced them.
I was home. This was where I had at all times belonged. Wrapped up in his strong arms, connecting with him on every level. We moved together, his hands slipping over my slick skin, causing my breath to quicken as he brought me even closer.
His mouth found mine, once again, with an urgency that set me ablaze. I clung to him, helpless and totally lost in the moment. Every move, every gesture, was measured and calculated, designed to bring me to the heights of pleasure that I had never experienced before.
I felt his arousal pressed up against my thigh and it was then that I made a decision. This wasn’t just a casual hookup. It was something more, and I couldn’t ignore the burning desire within me any longer. It was a forbidden encounter, but it was too late now, I was already lost in the throes of passion.
The water continued to rain down over us as we moved together, exploring each other’s bodies in every way feasible. The steam filled the enclosure, adding to the intensity of the moment. I reached for the shampoo and lathered it in my hands before moving it through his thick, black hair.
I could sense his pleasure with every motion I made, and it only spurred me on further. His hands roamed over me, touching me in all the right places as I worked up a lather. My breaths came out in short gasps, in time with his moans.
It was an encounter that I knew we would both remember forever, one that would be stored in the annals of our hearts. As the climax neared, I felt my heart beating faster and faster, until it felt like it would burst free from my chest.
As we finally reached the height of our pleasure, our bodies entangled, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning. In the heat of the moment, it felt as though we had always in the world.
The forbidden encounter, though it may not have been right in the eyes of society, was everything that I had wanted and more. It was steamy, sensual, and full of passion in a way that I never wondered was feasible.
It was a forbidden encounter, though it may have been wrong, it was what my heart desired.