Shower After Work

When working in the restaurant business, a shower is the best thing in world after working a double shift. I was positive I smelled like Italian food, and granted there were worse things to smell like, but it certainly wasn’t the most attractive scent. I turned on the spigot and began to strip out of my uniform while the water got warm. Lastly I pulled out the clip that held my hair up and stepped into the steamy water. As soon as I was emerged in the spray, I let out a deep sigh. The hot water felt like heaven on my skin. I leaned my head back under the water and began washing my dyed burgundy locks.

Completely engulfed in my shower, I didn’t even hear the bathroom door open and close. I practically jumped out of my skin when my boyfriend began to pull back the shower curtain. “Damn it, don’t do that!” I exclaimed as he chuckled.

“Sorry baby doll, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he defended however he didn’t look the least bit remorseful. I glared at him before returning to my shower, turning my backside to him. Though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was watching me. I could feel his gaze traveling down my body, and it made me shiver as if his hands were on me. I heard him unzip his pants and in the next moment he was standing in the shower behind me. His hands started at my shoulders and trailed down to my hips. Gripping me, he pulled me back against him and gently placed a kiss at the nape of my neck, sending more shivers through me.

His hands circled around the front of me, hugging my stomach and he continued kissing along my neck and shoulders. He came up to my ear and pulled the lobe into his mouth. I let out a deep breath as he did. He knew my ears were sensitive and was taking full advantage. One of his fingers began tracing circles around my hip bone, sending a delicious sensation below. It seemed like he’d known how to set me off from day one, somehow he’d always known just what to do and where to touch to turn me into a quivering mess.

He grabbed my body wash from the shower caddy and poured a generous amount into his hands and rubbed them together to lather it up. He rubbed his hands first over my shoulders and around my neck and then trailed down my back. His gentle hands massaged all of me until I smelled of cherry blossoms. The scent relaxed me almost as much as his touch did. His hands finally trailed to the lips of my nether region, parting them as he slid his finger ever so softly across my clit.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he began circling my clit with his deft fingers, still slick with the body wash. I leaned back into him, letting him cradle me against him as he worked me towards ecstasy. I could feel his erection pressed against my backside, and knowing just how hard he got from touching me only heightened my arousal. His left hand cupped one of my breasts, gently squeezing it and taking the nipple between two fingers. His other hand slipped past my clit to my core. Finding me completely soaked, which had nothing to do with the shower, he delved two fingers into me.

I let out a deep moan as he penetrated me with his skilled hands. He let out a low moan in his throat as well and whispered, “I love how wet you get for me.”

I could no longer think straight as he messaged me from the inside, my orgasm was building quickly with every move of his fingers. I whimpered his name as the waves of pleasure washed over me and made me shudder. As I began to breathe again, he pulled his hands from me and turned me to face him. Cupping each side of my face he pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against my own. My hands began to slide down his body as we kissed, stopping every now and then to twist one of the dark curls of hair on his chest and lower stomach. He groaned as I slid my hand down the length of his hard cock. Gripping him, I slowly worked him up and down. He gave a shiver and bucked against my hand as I took his ear into my mouth. A low moan escaped his throat. I released his ear with a grin.

“You know I hate when you do that,” he whispered hoarsely.

“No, you love it a whole lot when I do that,” I chuckled.

“You know what mean,” he said and pushed me gently towards the wall, “It makes it hard to control myself when you do that, baby.”

My back against the wall, he lifted one of my legs, my toes barely resting on the edge of the tub to give him access to what he needed. He began to rub the head of his cock against my clit. My head fell back, resting against the shower wall. I couldn’t stop the moans that came softly from my lips. I could feel another orgasm approaching as he stroked my nub. I arched my back, rocking my pelvis against him. He then slid his long, thick shaft inside me. I gasped as he entered, and choked out his name, the intrusion triggering the climax that had been building.

He held still as I came down from my orgasm, his cock filling me to the hilt. As my breathing steadied, he pressed his lips softly against my own before taking my bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it. As his tongue began to move within my mouth, he started moving his pelvis too, his cock and tongue nearly synchronized as they moved in and out of me. He pulled his mouth from mine but the movement below became faster.

“God, you’re so tight, baby,” he whispered as he steadily fucked me faster. I could feel the heat building inside me again. He was awfully good at making me cum.

A moan escaped his lips as he approached his own climax. I clung to his shoulders for dear life as if he was saving me from certain death. One of his hands still holding up my leg, he placed the other at the base of neck applying just a small amount of pressure. I bit my bottom lip and had to close my eyes as my final orgasm ripped through me, pulsing and sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I cried out his name several times as the orgasm rode me. He growled and took my lower lip into his mouth again, this time gently biting, as his own orgasm exploded into me.

He laid his head on my shoulder for a moment and kissed my neck lightly as we tried to catch our breath. I whimpered a little as he unsheathed himself from me slowly and lowered my leg. He turned off the shower and helped me step out before he got out himself. I handed him a towel and leaned over to kiss him with a smile.

I stand corrected. When working in the restaurant business, a sex shower is the best thing in world after working a double shift.