As soon as I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror after a long day of work, I couldn’t wait to strip off my clothes and step into the shower. I had been daydreaming about the moment all day, imagining the hot water cascading over my skin and washing away all of my stress.
As I turned on the faucet, I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that my boss was in the office just down the hall. He was the sort of boss who commanded respect and held all the power, but he also had a magnetic energy that made me feel drawn to him in methods I couldn’t explain. I had spent many late nights fantasizing about him, but I never wondered I would have the chance to be so close to him.
As the steam filled the small bathroom, I slowly peeled off my clothes, savoring the feeling of the cool air against my bare skin. I could feel my body coming to life, my nipples hardening as I anticipated the rush of the hot water over my skin.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and my boss stepped in, his broad shoulders filling the small space. My heart leaped in my chest as I realized he was fully clothed, but he didn’t seem to notice my presence. He was looking at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his thick, dark hair and tucking in his silk shirt.
I felt my nerves begin to tingle as I watched him, feeling a rush of desire wash over me. He was so confident and powerful, commanding the room without even trying. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to submit to him, to let him take control of me in methods I had never experienced before.
Suddenly, he turned to face me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. His eyes were dark and intense, focused on me in a way that made my knees go weak. I knew that he must have noticed me standing there, naked and vulnerable, but he didn’t say anything. He simply stepped into the shower with me, closing the door behind him to seal us in the steamy world we had created.
At first, I was hesitant, unsure of what he wanted from me. But his hands were strong and sure, guiding me under the hot water and pressing me against the cold tiles of the shower wall. His lips were rough and wet against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that made me forget everything else.
As he kissed me, his hands slowly trailed down my body, tracing the curve of my breasts and the soft curve of my hips. I felt him begin to tug at the waistband of my panties, and I knew that there was no turning back. I was his, completely caught up in his spell.
He pulled away from me for a moment, looking down at my naked body with a fierce hunger in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with desire. “I want to taste you, to explore every inch of your body until you’re mine.”
With that, he sank down to his knees, his hands on my hips as he pushed me back against the wall. I felt his tongue lick up my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure through my body as he nestled his face between my legs.
The sensation was overwhelming, his mouth hot and wet against my most sensitive parts as he licked and sucked. I felt my body begin to tense, my fingers clawing at the tile as I gave myself over to pleasure.
And then, all at once, my body gave way, the orgasm washing over me in a wave of bliss. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face as the waves of pleasure flowed through me.
As I came back to my senses, he stood up, his eyes blazing with desire. I realized that he still had yet to remove any clothing, and I was filled with a thrill at the wondered of being at his mercy.
Without a word, he turned me around, pressing my chest against the cold tile of the shower wall as he took me from behind. His hips ground into mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body as he thrust deeper and deeper.
I felt entirely consumed by the moment, unable to think or speak as he took me to the brink of pleasure once again. And then, all at once, he pulled out, turning me around to meet his fierce gaze.
“Come for me,” he growled, his hand between my thighs as he pushed me over the edge once more. This time, I felt my body shake with the intensity of the orgasm, the pleasure washing over me like a wave of pure bliss.
Afterwards, we stood in the shower together for a few more moments, our bodies intertwined as we caught our breath. I knew that the moment would never be repeated, that it had been nothing more than a fleeting encounter shaped by the intensity of passion.
But for those few blissful moments, I was entirely his, consumed by the rush of sexual energy that flowed through us both. And as I stepped out of the shower, I knew that I would cherish that moment for years to come.