Quick shower fuck with Betty

Betty collects her clothes and goes into the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up.  I sit smoking – naked – and listen to the water run.  I go into the kitchen to get a drink – tea – and check email, messages, etc.  I stub out my cigarette and go into the bathroom.  

 

Through the glass door of the shower I see Betty.  Her back is to me and her long hair is a blonde strip down her back.  As she washes herself she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.  This does wonderful things for her ass.  I can feel my dick getting hard.

 

I put my tea down by the sink and open the shower door.  I put my arms around Betty’s waist and press myself against her ass.  She slides around in my arms to face me and gives me a kiss.  “You’re insatiable,” she says.  I tell her I guess I am.  “I got to go to work though,” she says.  “Maybe later?,” I ask.

 

“Maybe,” she says, thinking for a second, “but not tonight.”  I take the soap from the dish and begin to wash myself.  “Why not?” I ask.  “Because I have a date tonight.”  This makes me laugh.  “You had a date the other night too,” I say, “remember?  When we fucked in the bathroom?”

 

Betty puts her hand on my chest and plays with a nipple.  “Of course I remember,” she says, “thinking about it makes me wet.”  I put a finger between her legs and can feel the smooth wet of her pussy.  “I guess you’re thinking about now.”  She nods and kisses my chest.  “So why don’t you come in with him for dinner tonight?  You get your date and we get to fuck.”

 

She stops kissing. “The thing is,” she says, “I kinda like this guy.”  “‘Kinda like this guy?’ like I give a shit,” I say, “I’m not asking you for a date, I’m saying I want to fuck you again real soon; and since you’re saying now doesn’t work I’m just trying to figure out how soon I can be inside you again.”

 

These words have an effect on her.  Her hands are on my hips and she’s pulling me against her.  We kiss, our lips apart our tongues together.  I put my arms around her and spread her ass.  I lift her off the floor of the tub and hold her against me.  Her mouth is against me ear – “Go into me now but make it fast, I can’t be too late.”

 

Her arms are around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.  I reach through and between her legs to grab my dick.  I push the tip of it against her pussy.  I groans a little as she lets herself slide down around me.  My arms are cradling her ass again and I begin to bounce her on me.

 

We’re pressed tight together.  Her arms around my neck.  My face against her throat.  Her tits against my chest.  Her thighs around my sides.  My hands around her ass.  My dick inside her pussy.  We slide and jerk and grunt and move together for a few minutes, the warm water of the shower falling around us.

 

I kiss her throat and cum.  My eyes closed I concentrate on the feeling of release between my legs, the feeling of Betty around me – of her lips on my ear, of her breath telling me she loves feeling my cum spreading inside her, of her arms and legs squeezing my tighter as I cum.

 

Done, I slide out of her, she swings her legs off of me.  We stand together, still in each other’s arms and kiss.  The water is getting cold.  I turn off the shower and we get out of the tub.  Drying off, I ask her again – “so what about it, do you want to come by with you date for dinner?”

 

She smiles as she bends to dry her legs – her breasts swaying – and looks up at me.  “What the hell,” she says, “I’d love to.”  I reach over and give her breast a squeeze.  “Excellent,” I say, “then it’s a date.”  We both laugh and get ready for our days – and begin imagining our night.

Kissing Betty on the Couch

After we clean the cum off you in the shower, we stand together in each other’s arms and kiss for a while under the water.  Finally we get out and – and not bothering to dry – go into the living room.  I push your jacket off the couch and lie down.  I motion you to come over.  You begin to kneel at the side of the couch and lick my nipple.  It feels great but I have something else in mind.  I pull you up onto the couch.  “I want you to sit on my face,” I say.  

 

You begin to turn around for 69.  “No, not like that,” say, “I’ve already cum once so you have some catching up to do.  I want you to be facing me, I want to be able to play with your tits and to see your face when you cum.”

 

You shift your body back around and straddle my face with your thighs.  I love that you’re bare as your lower yourself onto my face.  The skin around your pussy is so smooth and soft on my cheeks.  You sigh as my lips make contact with yours.  Your pussy is wet from the shower and your excitement.  It feels hot on my tongue and tastes terrific.  You squirm down to get more comfortable and to make it easier for me to lick and kiss you.

 

I kiss you as deep as I can; not satisfied with licking the opening, I strain to push my tongue into you.  You let out a little squeal as I raise my face to go deeper still.  My neck is no match though as you bear down on me with your weight, shoving yourself against me, grinding your pussy across my mouth.  I can barely breathe.  My arms are wrapped around you pulling you even tighter to me.  I move my mouth to your clit and begin kissing and licking it hard.

 

I look up, your fingers – with their dark painted nails – are squeezing your breasts and nipples.  Your blonde hair, wet from the shower, hands lank around your face and shoulder and chest.  As you begin stroking yourself against me faster and harder, you head rolls from side to side, from front to back.

 

Your lips are parted and your eyes are closed.  Your head if forward now and your hair almost reaches my face between your thighs.  There’s a look of concentration of your face and your roll yourself across my lips and tongue.  Watching you doing this with me is getting me hard all over again.  As I suck and slurp and lick and kiss you, I am already imagining being inside you, fucking you and cumming in your pussy.

 

You lean ever farther forward and brace a hand on the arm of the couch, lifting yourself off me and then slapping back down against me hard.  Your right arm is wrapped under your breasts, holding them.  Your breath comes out if loud puffs and as you bang onto my face, a moan is building inside you.  I can see flush spreading across your chest and up your throat, you nipples swelling even more.

 

Suddenly your knees are crushing my head.  You’re bent over sharply and are biting your lower lip.  There’s a gush of fresh wet flowing from you into my mouth and you begin to scream and tell me that you’re cumming.  I can feel it in my face as your pussy jerks and twitches against my mouth.  My hands are up now on your tits, pushing and rubbing them.  You continue to scream as I suck your clit .

 

I put my hands on you hips and push you off my face.  “I want to fuck you,” I say and you slide back down my body fast, your hand a blur on your pussy.  You drop your head to mine and moan that you want me in you now.  Your hand is holding my dick, pushing it inside you.  You’re tossing your ass up and down against me – yelping each time we come together.  I bring your tits to my mouth and kiss your fat pink nipples.

 

I wish this could go on forever but the excitement is too much.  I wrap my arms around you tight and push your ass down hard onto my.  Your still moving your hips but they’re pressed against me tighter now.  I begin to cum in you and can feel the consistency of your pussy change as my cum mixes with your wet.  I moan loudly as I cum into you – pulling you down to my face and kissing you.  Our mouths are dry but your lips and tongue are so soft and warm.

 

A little shudder runs through you and you press yourself against me.  You tell me you’re sleepy as you run a finger around my nipple.  I kiss your hair and say that I am too.  We doze off on the couch, glowing.

Fucking Betty’s tits

I am at work again and it’s busy.  The night is almost over when I’m told Betty is at the bar looking for me.  I don’t know anyone named Betty and I’m busy and so I don’t have a chance to see who it is.  Half an hour later someone tells me again.  Wiping my hands on my apron I go out to see who the Betty person is.

 

As soon as I see you I melt inside.  All the details of our little escapade in the bathroom rush back to me and I feel myself getting hard.  I walk to you, wrap my arms around you without a word and begin kissing you.  You slide your soft full body against me.  I can feel you rubbing yourself against my thigh.  I drop my hands to your ass and pull you tighter against me.

 

We break our kiss.  I can feel all of your weight pushing against my leg.  I am really hard.  “Holy shit,” I say, “I’m so fucking glad to see you again.”  “Me too,” you say, moving your hips against me, “do you have a few minutes?”  I look at my watch.  “If you give me a few minutes I can give you a lot more than that.”  You bite your lip, smile and say that would be great.

 

I kiss you once more, let you go and tell the bartender to comp you.  “I only have one table left, as soon as they’re done I’m out of here.  Fifteen minutes,” I say.  You say you’ll wait.  I go back to the dining room.  The fifteen minutes takes forever.  I am so impatient to be with you that I finally tell them I need to cash out.  They give me their card and I am done.

 

When I get to the bar you are still sitting there.  You’re wearing a lacy black top, black pants and the same slingback shoes you had on the other night – along with a fitted black leather jacket.  I take your hand and pull you off the stool and back into my arms.  We kiss again, your soft lips against mine.  I can taste the cool inside of your mouth with my tongue.

 

I step back to look at you again and then lean back close.  I whisper in your ear, “your tits are fantastic.”  You blush a little and lead my hand to them.  “Feel them,” you say, and I do.  “Oh my god,” I say, “I think about the other night all the time.  It was so good to be inside you.”  You kiss my ear and tell me you’ve gotten off on it a few times since.

 

You slide my hand down your body and against your crotch.  “This is aching for you,” you tell me, “I want to feel you in there again.”  Several eyebrows are rising around the bar.  The bartender clears his throat and looks over at the manager who is standing there looking at us. “I think we’d better get out of here before I fuck you right here,” I say.  You just nod and together we walk out.

 

“So where do you want to go?,” you ask.  I tell you that I live nearby and you squeeze my hand.  We walk the few blocks to my place.  Along the way we continue to kiss and play.  I unlock the door and we tumble in laughing.  As soon as the door is kicked closed my face is between your tits.  You squeeze them against y head – they’re so warm and soft.

 

You’re laughing as I come up for air.  “You know Betty, I don’t even know where to start,” I say.  You take off your jacket and toss it on the couch.  You pull off your shirt and bra and let your gorgeous tits bounce free.  “Why don’t you start by sucking my nipples a little,” you say, and I do.  We move to the couch.  I kiss across your chest from one side to the other and then up your neck to your face.

 

Your skin smells so good.  My tongue trails up your throat, around your jaw, across your cheek and to you lips.  They’re so soft and sweet.  As we kiss, your eyes are closed.  When you open them I am amazed by how big and green and pretty they are.  Your run your hands through my hair and around my face.  Are tongues are touching, warm and wet and close.

 

I tell you I want to take a shower, that I want to get the restaurant off of me.  You say you’d like to take one too and we head into the bathroom.  Watching you finish undressing – flipping off your shoes and standing barefoot on my bathroom floor, pushing your pants down and then peeling your thong off – makes me so hard for you.  You begin unbuttoning my shirt and then just pull it over my head, along with my t-shirt too.

 

I drop to my knees and push you back.  You lean against the wall and I begin to kiss around your pussy.  I wipe my finger along your lips and feel how wet you are already.  I push my tongue up into you and suck.  You moan a little and roll your hips at me.  “I don’t know what is it,” you say under your breath, “that turns me on so much about sex in the bathroom.”

 

As I like at your pussy I don’t really care.  You hike one leg over my shoulder and I nuzzle deeper into you.  I struggle to get my pants off – not easy in the position – and begin stroking myself.  “Come on,” I say, standing up, “let’s get wet together.”  I begin to run the shower and you kiss and caress my back.  I step in and you follow.  I squeeze some shampoo into my hand and begin washing my hair.  Now you’re on your knees, kissing and sucking me.

 

I tell you it feels good as I rinse my hair.  You stand, still holding my dick, and kiss my nipples.  You look at me with a wink and begin playing with your tits.  You grab a bar of soap and begin rubbing it on your breasts.  “So,” you say, fondling them, “you think I have nice tits?”  I tell you I do and reach for them, squeezing them and pinching and pulling at your nipples.  They stiffen under my fingertips.  “Do you want to fuck them?,” you say with a smile.  

 

You kneel on the floor of the tub again and drop my dick between them.  You squeeze them tightly together as I stroke myself between.  I can’t tell you how great it feels, to be fucking them like this, to see the tip of my dick emerging from your big tanned tits and pressing against your throat.  “You’re planning on being here a while, right?,” I ask, my hands on your shoulders.

 

Looking up at me you say you don’t have any other plans.  “That’s good,” I say, “because I want to cum on your tits right now but don’t want it to end there.”   You lift me dick to your mouth and pop my head in, then you put it back and keep rubbing it.  “I want your cum on me,” you say, rubbing faster.  I moan and lean back against the wall of the shower, water sprinkling over us both.

 

In a few seconds, warm jets of my cum are on you.  You pull me out from between your tits and jerk me off, spraying my cum onto your tits and nipples.  You put me back in your mouth and suck cum out of me.  Then you bring your breast – wet with water and my cum – to your mouth and lick and suck them clean.  I am in a daze as I stand there watching you.  I am imagining what else we’ll do tonight.

 

I want to make you cum with my mouth, I want to feel your weight on my face as you rub yourself off on my, I want to feel the inside of your pussy again.  I can’t wait.  But for the moment, all I can do is stand there in the shower, watching you and think how lucky I am.

Imagining you masturbating

I woke up early today – before 5:00.  I’d make love last night – it was fast and fun and hard and satisfying; fueled, in part, by the excitement generated by writing for you yesterday.  Lying there in the dark, staring up at the blank white ceiling above me, I imagine you at your computer reading what I wrote.

 

I imagine your excitement slowly building as you read my words – your eyes slowly scanning across the screen as I describe our imagined meeting.  I picture you scrolling down the page, chewing your lovely lips – and beginning to feel wet between your legs.  What happens as your excitement builds?  I can only imagine.

 

I picture you breath growing soft and shallow, you left hand brushing your breast as it drops between you legs.  You absently touch yourself – lightly at first but then with more pressure and a growing purpose and urgency.  When you finish reading, I imagine you smiling, sitting back and spreading your legs.

 

Excited now and wanting to cum, I see you walking – tall and lovely – into the bathroom and starting the shower.  Imagining this – you there naked in the warm water with your hand between your legs – makes me excited and hard.  I reach between my own legs and stroke myself.

 

In my imagination I watch you masturbate.  Lifting one foot to the edge of the tub to spread yourself – alternately rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers inside.  I picture the water running through your hair and over your shoulders and back and you lean forward.

 

Now I imagine you getting down onto the floor of the tub, the water splashing on you round white breasts and stomach, you legs splayed, your fingers rubbing, the water washing over you.  I continue to rub myself – breathing harder there in the dark – imagining I am standing there in the bathroom watching you.

 

My excitement is matching yours.  As you get closer to an orgasm you laugh as though you’re being tickled (who says we can’t tickle ourselves) and a smile spreads across your face as you cum.  Your chest trembles and your toes stretch and spread.

 

I imagine being there too, cumming there with you, streams of cum arching in the air and landing on your body.  On your breasts and face and thighs and stomach.  The warm water of the shower continues splashing down on you, washing away my cum; but not your beautiful smile.

Shower Screw in Singapore

When we come up from the pool, you tell me you want to go out to explore the city.  I’d rather try to sleep off my jet lag a bit more.  It’s 10:30.  You tell me you’ll be back in a few hours.  I go to sleep. 

When I wake up the sun is setting. You’re not in the room. There’s no sign that you’ve been back. I feel horny and want to fuck. I’m a little pissed that you’re not around. I go into the bathroom. The shower is giant – two huge floor to ceiling glass walls enclose an eight foot tiled square. I am naked. I step in and turn on the water. Two shower heads – mounted on opposite ends of the shower sprinkle to life. It feel like a wonderful warm rain.

I hear you come into the room – carrying bags and thanking a bellman. I hear you rustling around out there – hangers sliding in the closet, drawers opening and closing, bags being emptied and folded. I wash my hair. You come into the bathroom.

“Where’ve you been?,” I ask, rinsing my hair. You lean on the sink and smile at me. You are wearing a sleeveless white button down top, a black skirt that comes just below your knees and black high heel pumps with open toes. You look great. “Shopping,” is all you say. I see that you’re not wearing a bra and in the humidity of the bathroom you shirt is starting to cling to your skin. I want you.

“For seven hours?.” You tell me yes, that you had many things you had to buy. You gesture up and down your outfit. “See?,” you ask, “do you like this?” I tell you that I do and ask you to come closer to the shower so I can see you better. You step toward me. I look you up and down. You do look gorgeous. I open the door to the shower and reach for you. I take your wrist and pull you to me. I kiss you. You twist a bit and tell me you don’t want to get your new clothes wet.

I pull you into the shower. The water makes your shirt translucent. It sticks to your body. Your dark eyeliner or mascara begins to run. Your hair hangs in wet strands around your face and head. I kiss you again – lifting your arms over your head and holding them there. I push my tongue into your mouth. Deep.

My right hand is groping your tits while I kiss you. They feel warm and firm in my hand – under your shirt – in the water. My hand trails down your body and into the top of your skirt. You aren’t wearing panties. I play a bit with your clit. “I want to fuck you,” I say. You say nothing.

I bring you to the floor of the shower. I’m holding your wrists at your side as we lower to the floor. You are on your back. I push your skirt up and spread your legs. My left hand is on your right shoulder. I am pushing myself into you my right. Once I am in, I hold your left shoulder with my right. I am fucking you hard. I put my arms behind your legs to spread you more and hold onto your arms.

I am pounding into you. Your breath is being forced out of you by me as we fuck. Water showers us both. You shirt is stuck to you, your shoes are bobbing in my peripheral vision. I’m going to cum. Instead of cuming inside you, I pull out and push your legs down. I begin jacking myself off and in no time I begin to cum. It sprays out of me and on to you. On to your shirt and tits and face. I cum a lot.

You ask me to pass you a shower head so you can make yourself cum. I sit on the floor of the tub and watch you as you do – playing with my dick the whole time. Your excitement brings me back to the edge of cuming again myself. This time, I want to cum in you so I move between your legs. “Tell me when you cum,” I say. You nod. Your body jerks a bit. “Do it now,” you say in a gasping voice, “do it now.”

I slide into you. I can feel your orgasm. Your pussy pulses and clenches. I love it. Only a few strokes and I cum inside you. I lie on you and then roll off beside you. You are wet and glowing. We kiss. The shower is still running.

Stripping and screwing in a cold shower

It’s warm and we’ve been out all day. A cool shower would feel so good; but first things first. I put my hands on either side of your head and we kiss. There are drops of sweat above your lip and they are salty in my mouth. You’re wearing a simple white cotton dress without a bra. My hands go down to your breasts and cup them, squeezing them. Your nipples tighten against the fabric and I bring my mouth down to them, kissing them.

My saliva is making your dress stick to our already moist skin. You begin to unbutton your dress, pushing my face away for a moment as you let it slide off your shoulders and down your body. You pull my head back to your nipples, first one and then the other.I slide my hand between your legs and pull your panties aside. I slide my finger into you. Your pussy is so hot and wet. You pull my shirt over my head and lean in to kiss my nipples. They get so hard when they are in your mouth like this.

You sit on the edge of the bed. I fumble with my pants, pulling them down over my erection.You put my dick in your mouth and suck it. It feels so good when you do this to me. I don’t want to cum yet though and so I pull you up to me. We kiss and I lead you into the bathroom. You turn on the shower. I just stand there – amazed by the way your body moves. By the way the muscles of your legs flex and how good they look, by your back and shoulders as you reach for the taps.

You put your hand under the running water. “It’s really cold,” you warn me as you step in. Your nipples harden and yous skin is covered with goose pimples. “Come on,” you say; and I step in beside you.

The water is freezing but our bodies are warm. We hold each other there in the shower. “Lean over,” I say. You do, bracing your hands against the wall. I slide into you from behind. You begin to rub your pussy while I fuck you. Your breasts are swaying in time to our fucking. I begin to fuck you harder. The cold water and our hot skin – especially the heat between your legs – is driving me wild.

I push into your pussy. You lift you left foot onto the edge of the tub so I can go in deeper. I am in you as far as I can get when I cum. Deep, deep inside you. You stand. I wrap my arms around you. You turn your head. We kiss. My cum runs down your legs and into the tub. I wash you. We turn off the water and step out into the warm room.