Looking for Mark, I followed a trail of clothing down the hall, smiling
at his discarded shirt, trousers, socks, and finally shorts. The trail
led me to the bathroom. Just as I came around the corner I heard the
shower starting to run. Smiling, I watched from the doorway as Mark
stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. For a moment I
watched him through the glass, the tall, lean body that I knew so well.
He stood there letting the steaming water run over him, his head tilted
back. I recalled his nakedness on other occasions, of intimate encounters,
and the memory brought a new surge of passion in me, a tingling in my loins
and I felt my nipples growing hard.
Casually, I began to discard my own clothing as I watched him. I pulled my
t-shirt over my head and let my long hair cascade down my back, then
slipped out of my cutoffs. My lips curled in a playful smile as I shrugged
out of my bra and stepped out of my panties, now totally nude. I tiptoed to
the shower door and opened it slowly and quietly.
Perhaps Mark was aware of me from the first moment I was there because he
did not act surprised when I stepped inside. He simply said,
"Hello, baby. Glad you could join me." Then he pulled me into his arms as
the hot water cascaded over both of us while we embraced each other, not
moving.
We stood motionless for a long time, just holding each other. After awhile
Mark reached for the soap and began slowly rubbing it all over my shoulders
and my chest. As his strong, hard fingers glided over my flesh, I shuddered
at the pleasure it gave me. My breath was short and shallow, almost
gasping. Mark turned me around and soaped my back and my buttocks with
long, slow strokes, then my thighs and my legs.
He squatted behind me as he ran the soap slowly up each leg, all the way up
to my trembling pussy. Breathlessly, I parted my legs and leaned forward
against the wall of the shower, hungry for his touch. I was panting and my
legs were shaking so hard that I fleetingly wondered how they continued to
support me. Mark's hand cupped my hairy mound from behind and below and I
gasped. Mark stroked my outer thigh as he continued to cup my vulva with
his other hand. My hips swiveled, pressing my sex harder into M ark's palm,
wanting the pleasure his touch would give me. He began moving his palm in a
circular motion and I sighed as my body responded to the rhythm.
I'd almost forgotten we were in the shower until I felt Mark running a bar
of soap up the back of my thighs, then between my legs, still massaging my
cunt with his strong hand. I gasped as I unexpectedly felt the rigid bar of
soap probing between my pussy lips. But it felt so good that I groaned and
opened my legs wider as Mark pushed the hard slippery object upward. It
easily penetrated my vagina, aided by my own wetness from within. My
passion had grown so intense I began thrusting my hips and moaning, and
Mark's free hand moved upward to pinch my nipples.
"Oh, God," I moaned, and Mark immediately responded by pinching harder. The
bar of soap fell to the floor of the shower with a thud but my instant of
panic was erased when I felt Mark's fingers quickly take the place of the
soap as he shoved them deep inside of me, faster and harder than before. It
was more than enough to push me over the edge, and I cried out as I
climaxed, my whole body shuddering. When I thought my body could not stand
any more pleasure, Mark took my nipple into his mouth and sucked i t hard,
teasing it with his teeth -- I cried out again as more waves of pleasure
descended over me. Slowly, I collapsed into a quivering heap on the floor
of the shower, hugging Mark close to me as I gulped in great lungfulls of
air.
I put my arms around Mark's neck and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
Kissing him was so wonderful, tasting his tongue and the hot water, with
the memory of the feel of his hands gliding over my body still fresh in my
mind. We both stood, and I picked up the fallen soap and began lathering
him up, letting the water rinse him off as quickly as I spread the suds,
following up by kissing him everywhere that I had soaped. His neck, his
chest, his shoulders, his arms, his stomach. I knew where he really wanted
me to kiss him but I made him wait. I turned him around and soaped his
back, then kissed him all over from shoulder blades to buttocks, down his
spine, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing. I dug my fingers into his
waist, his chest. I loved the feel of his flesh.
He pushed my hand downward and I did not resist. Adding more soap to my
hand, I let my fingers glide over his magnificent shaft. Not surprisingly,
he was already very hard, but I felt him stiffen and grow at the touch of
my fingers. It was wonderful holding him from behind. I could feel him
strain against my hand, and I stroked and stroked him.
As I stroked him I continued to kiss his back and also caress his back and
his buttocks and his thighs. Mark turned away from the water now, facing
the tiled wall, bracing his hands on it as my hands worked over him. I
pressed my body as tightly as I could against his back, my breasts
flattened against him, my knees touching the backs of his knees, and my
hand continually stroking his cock. He was humping into my hand and my body
also followed the motion of his, it was incredibly erotic, like being insid
e of his body while he made love to me.
I slowed my hand movements and disengaged my body from his, sliding
downward onto the floor of the shower. Resting on my knees, I looked up
into Mark's face and as he looked down on me I knew he loved me. I felt as
though my heart would burst. I held myself steady by holding on to Mark's
legs. My face was level with his cock now and I just let it brush all over
my face with my eyes closed, loving the feel of it. Then I felt Mark's hand
at the back of my head and I opened my lips wide and felt him guide h is
cock into my waiting mouth. He turned so that the water was now running
down on us, like hot rain, as his cock drove into my mouth, and I sucked
and savored the tasted of it. I reached my hand up to grasp his shaft and
felt his fingers holding onto himself, and my fingers closed over his.
Slowly, I drew his cock out of my mouth and began licking it with long,
smooth strokes, from tip to base and back again. Mark groaned.
"Yes, baby. That is wonderful."
I continued licking for several more moments before I took his cock in my
mouth again. This time both of his hands were at the back of my head and I
wasted no more time, I just let him fuck my mouth and he was so intensely
and incredibly into it that I took his lead. All I had to do was just be
there, he did the rest, driving his cock deep into my mouth, I could feel
it at the back of my throat, again and again and again. Harder and deeper,
he drove into me as the water from the shower cascaded over my f ace.
Then his whole body stiffened and I knew he was ready to cum. So I
tightened my mouth and started to suck but he withdrew from my mouth and he
was spraying cum all over my face, spurts of it intermingled with the
shower water, I let it run in rivulets all over my body as Mark finally was
still. Then I raised myself back up onto my knees again so that I could
kiss his cock and lick around the tip of it, and kiss the shaft. I got to
my feet and Mark drew me into his arms, holding me tight.
"Laurie, I love you," he said, and again I felt as though my heart might
burst as I embraced him as tightly as I could, the hot water still
streaming over us.
