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Alyssa had at all times imagined what it would be like to feel the warmth of someone’s skin against hers in the shower. The fantasy of hot, steamy water cascading down their bodies as they explored each other’s naked forms had at all times been something she would indulge in while pleasuring herself in bed.

She never wondered, in a million years, that her fantasy would turn into a reality. But it did, the day she met him.

It started innocently enough. She had been assigned to work on a project with him and immediately found herself drawn to him. There was something about him that made her heart race and her palms sweat. She knew it was wrong – he was married – but the attraction was impossible to ignore.

One day, as they were working late on the project, something shifted. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. The tension between them was palpable, and she knew she couldn’t withstand any longer.

Without warning, she turned to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him deeply. He didn’t withstand, and soon they were wrapped up in each other, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

From that moment on, they began a forbidden affair. They would sneak away from their work and meet each other in hotel rooms or his car. The thrill of being caught only added to their passion.

One day, he suggested they take their forbidden love to a whole new level and invited her to his house. Alyssa hesitated at first – this was his home, where his wife and children lived – but the wondered of being with him in his own shower was too much to withstand.

When she arrived, he greeted her with a hungry kiss before leading her to the bathroom. The anticipation was killing her – what would it be like to kiss him under the showerhead? To feel his hands on her wet skin?

He turned on the water and steam quickly enveloped them like a cocoon. She could feel his eyes on her as she undressed, and a shiver of excitement ran through her. The silence between them was broken only by the sound of the water, and she felt a sudden rush of nervous energy.

But when he stepped under the water and pulled her close, all hesitation melted away. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve. She could feel the heat of his body against hers as they kissed deeply, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

As water cascaded over their bodies, Alyssa felt a hunger she had never felt before. She wanted him inside her, needed to feel his body against hers.

He must have sensed her desire because he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her. The feeling of being filled was overwhelming, and she screamed in pleasure as he slammed into her over and over again.

The water made everything slick and slippery, and they were both drenched within moments. But it didn’t matter – all that mattered was the heat and passion between them.

They stayed under the showerhead for what felt like hours, neither eager to let go of the other. Every inch of their bodies was explored, every craving fulfilled.

As they finally emerged from the shower, both panting and spent, Alyssa knew that she had to end things. The affair was too risky, too dangerous. But as he drew her into his arms for a final embrace, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

The steamy seduction in the shower had left her changed, forever. And as she left, she knew that she would never forget the forbidden tale of lust and desire that had played out under the water.
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