.The Las Vegas Trip

The bathroom was off the main bedroom. I had a glimpse of a bed about the size of my car, then we were through.

It was a big shower, a cube lined with grey stones, little shower turrets dotting the walls. 

Amanda tucked her hair into a shower cap, then walked into the center and considered the controls.  "I could turn on about ten different shower heads, and we could be sluiced clean in minutes." 

I climbed in beside her and shut the door.  She cranked on a valve and smiled over her shoulder at me.  "Or, we can use one and take…our time."

"Time is good," I said.  "I have time." 

She opened her arms and we embraced.  The lotion made our slithering together a sensual storm.  I felt that I could detect every bump and curve of her body sliding against mine.

My cock pushed up between our bellies, almost as wonderful as being inside an actual pussy.  Her belly muscles undulated, and mine rolled in response, massaging my dick with waves of pleasurable pressure.

Our skin even sealed together from the lotion, drawing a slight suction on me.  I moaned in delight.

"Do you have a thing for belly buttons, Michael?" she asked.

"I have a thing for sexy love-goddesses turning my brains to guacamole," I said.  She laughed and kissed me, then pushed me up against the shower wall.

I heard a knob twisting and then I was hit with water.  It was the perfect temperature, a wonderful warmth adding to the heat of our bodies.  I felt my luck was continuing strong.

We kissed, our tongues dancing over lips and teeth.  She sucked my tongue into her mouth, nibbling slightly, while her hands found a bar of soap.

She started rubbing that on my shoulders, my arms, my ribs.  The sides where she could reach.  "We need to work up a good lather," she murmured.

So I grabbed her wrists and spread her hands wide.  "Okay," I said.  "You, too."  And I rubbed my soapy chest against her torso.

Up and down, side to side, I tried to poke her nipples with my own.  She laughed and when she pulled at my grip, I released her.

She rubbed lots of soap across my chest, then wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we squeezed together.

Our bodies slid and slurped together under the water, curls of suds sliding down our legs to the floor.

Slowly, the oil was replaced by soap, and we still slid together, almost without friction.

My hands explored breasts and ass, squeezing and pulling, pushing and teasing.  Her hands were all over my back, dropping to cup my cheeks and pull me close.

When she finally slipped my cock inside of her pussy, it seemed almost accidental.  But of course, she was in complete control the entire time.

She was hot, inside.  Slippery when wet, but with a grip to give me pause.  Between her inner muscles and her hands, she had me moving and freezing exactly as she wanted.

I did not resist, I had no complaints.  My dick was tingling from sliding in and out of her pussy, or even just sitting there, being almost milked by her insides.

"What can I do?" I whispered.

She pushed me harder against the wall, licked my cheek and said, "Boobs, silly man."

I groped for the soap and lathered my hands up behind her back.

Then brought them around to cup and heft her breasts, circling the nipples in tighter and tighter loops, finally pinching them between thumb and palm.

The pressure started to grow in my balls, in the back muscles.  I concentrated on holding back.  It was her turn. 

But those boobs were so full, so firm, so… So very perfect.  I bit my cheek and drew blood, that distracted me just enough.

She came, screaming "Fuck!" into my ear.  I started to relax.  She came a second time, "Oh, holy God, Michael!"  That was too much for me, I came, flopping in her grip like a landed trout.  I was still inside her when she came one last time, sighing deeply and holding me in place by force.

Then she kissed my forehead and let me slide down to the floor.  Water coursed over me as she stood over me, rinsing.  After a moment she shook her head.

"We can do better than this.  Stand up."

"I don't think I can," I said.

"Stand up now, and I'll blow you again later," she offered.  I popped to my feet.  I had to lean on the wet stones, but I was standing.

She turned all the shower heads on and water came at us from all sides.  She was right, we were rinsed clean in a minute.  Even my very-sensitive dick was clean, without having to take a washrag to it.