The Shower
It was a hot, humid afternoon and I felt sticky and restless. I lay on the couch , idly flipping though the channels. Outside, I could hear the cicadas buzzing and the steady hum of traffic. I wanted to bite something. I had the strangest longing and didn’t know what it was I really wanted to be doing, but lying on the couch certainly wasn’t doing anything for me. I decided to take a shower.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the taps. The water takes a while to warm up, and while I wanted to cool off, I also didn’t want to freeze. I played with the faucets for a moment, trying to get them to a nice temperature somewhere in the middle; not too hot, but not cold either. Just a nice, pleasant temperature that would rejuvenate me, help me to relax and maybe distract me from the strange empty sensation I was experiencing.
I took off my T-shirt and panties (both plain white cotton, all I could stand wearing in this weather) and stepped into the stall. The water cascading around my shoulders felt like a song. The odd ache I was feeling began to pass as I rubbed my shoulders and my breasts as the water fell all around me. I took the shampoo bottle and squeezed some out into my palm, lathering it a little between my hands before applying it to my hair. Lifting my hair up and working the shampoo through it was a very sensual act for me and I was able to shake the restlessness I had been feeling all day for the first time. Humming to myself, I turned so the water could rinse my hair clean, and reached for my puff and shower gel. As I washed myself slowly, relishing the soft feel of the puff and the soap suds against my skin, I heard the door, and knew that my love must be home. Smiling softly to myself, I continued.
Only a few moments passed before the bathroom door opened. I turned around, a little surprised that he would walk in on me. With the steam from the shower, I could not see him very clearly through the stall doors, but I realized very quickly that he was getting undressed. My body responded suddenly; I felt my pussy growing wet and I shivered a little.
When he opened the door, I was facing him and I was smiling. He stepped into the stall and closed the door, a stern look on his face. The smile fell from my lips when I saw the commanding look in his eyes. “On your knees”, he said. A little surprised by his aggressive tone, but even more surprised by my compelling need to do as he told me, I knelt on the cold tiles on the floor of the shower stall. The water continued to spray down on me from above as he took a handful of my wet hair and guided my head to his cock. Without hesitation, I reached for it and put it in my mouth, sucking gently. He responded with a growl, and said “Harder”, and started to thrust himself into my mouth as he held me in place by my hair. The ache I had been feeling earlier returned, only now I knew what it was. I needed this, I needed him and I needed to serve him.
We stayed that way for what seemed a long time. When he finally released my hair, I felt weak at the knees. He offered me his hand and told me to stand. As I rose, a slight smile came to his lips and I shivered again as he first cupped my breast gently, then pinched the nipple hard. “Turn around”, he ordered, and I did as he asked without a word. “Now, put your hands on the wall, above your head”. I looked back at him over my shoulder questioningly, but he only replied with a hard slap on my ass, and a guttural “Do as I tell you.” Shivering, but knowing better than to argue at this point, I placed my hands on the wall. “Higher”, he said, and when I complied he spoke again. “Good girl. Now spread your legs”. Resisting the urge to look back at him again, I did as I was told. He slapped my ass again and said “Wider”. In spite of myself, I whimpered a little and he slapped me again. “Do it.” I moved my feet apart a few more inches and was rewarded by his hand slowly caressing my rear, soothing the places he had spanked. “Good girl. Do you want to be fucked?” he asked, and I moaned a little. His hand slapped my ass once more as he commanded “Answer me. Do you want to be fucked?”. I whispered “yes”. “Louder. Say it so I can hear you.” “yes.” He reached around me and pinched my nipple again, even harder this time. “Good girl.”
The next thing I was aware of was his finger sliding in between my lips, lingering a moment on my clit. I was wetter than I had ever been, and my body convulsed just a tiny bit as he rubbed the little button of flesh between my legs. He laughed, and took his hand away, making me ache for his touch even more. “Not so fast. You don’t get to come so soon. You haven’t earned it yet.” Moaning again, this time with pure frustration, I could barely make out the word “please”. He chuckled, and slid his finger deep inside me now, thrusting it in and out. “Please what?” “Please fuck me”, I pleaded. “Good girl. All you had to do was ask.” he replied. I felt his finger leave my pussy and in a moment, the head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. I trembled with excitement as he moved it back and forth, wanting him to push it deep inside of me but also afraid to lose the exquisite torture of the contact I now had. Without warning, he shoved it inside with one deep thrust. I gasped, and he leaned in, his chest across my back, one hand supporting himself on the wall and the other squeezing my breast. He started to thrust back and forth, harder and faster than I had ever known him to go before. Normally, I am not very vocal when we make love, but being taken in this way was so intense that I could not help but whimper and cry out as he fucked me. He bit my neck, and I am not ashamed to say that I came when he did it.
Impossibly, he began to thrust even harder. I knew that he was close to the edge then, and I squeezed the muscles inside my pussy around his shaft. “Oh, God,” I moaned, “I want you to come”. After one last, very deep thrust, he pulled out of me, and his semen shot out onto my back. Both of us were gasping, and he rested his head for a moment on my shoulder before turning me around to face him. He embraced me warmly and kissed me as the warm water from the shower rinsed the sweat from both our bodies.
Smiling, he looked deep into my eyes and said “So, how was your day?”.
The End.
The Cruise
The time had finally arrived, I had been waiting for what seemed to be years, but the day was finally here. I arrived at the airport early. I hadn't packed a lot, for me anyway. But I did like to come prepared. I had shopped for several new, hot, sexy swimsuits as well as some very sexy lingerie. I didn't forget the shoes! I had almost an entire bag just for them, stilettos, pumps, strappy sandals, every type of elegant, stylish shoe I could find. I think I have very nice looking feet and enjoy showing them off. I have had compliments on my feet and toes before and find that a lot of men are attracted to nice feet. Of course there were dresses and skirts as well as a few pair of very skimpy cutoffs. I had planned for every possible event, formal and casual.
So there I was, getting ready to check in. I hoped I had arrived before Elliott. I always preferred to be there ahead of time so that I could become familiar with my surroundings and get comfortable. I decided to go with my hair down, long and flowing. I picked out a comfortable yet cute little dress to wear on the flight. It was a light, pastel pink. The dress was simple with the look of a man's undershirt, the wife beater style, with thinner straps. It had a more plunging neckline that showed just enough cleavage and the material was thick enough so that I didn't have to wear a bra and it not be too vulgar. The material fit tightly all the way down over my ass and down to about mid thigh. I had been tanning regularly and it really highlighted my glowing skin. I wore a pair of white platform sandals, open toed with a strap that wrapped twice around my ankle. The sandals showed off my French pedicure nicely. I had decided to go with a lace white thong underneath.
I went over to check in and checked my bags, two of them as well as my carry on. The woman at the check in counter was very friendly and told me that I was a bit early but she would get my bags taken care of and I could have a seat over by the windows. I couldn't sit and wait so I decided to wander around a bit. I was beginning to become a little nervous and excited. I hadn't spoken to Elliot since our first meeting. I wondered if he had forgotten, or changed his mind. I hoped not. But the ticket was paid for and I was go
ing anyway, with or without him.
I made my way over to the airport lounge. I approached the bar and ordered my favorite beverage, Amaretto on the rocks, 2 cherries. I stood next to the bar, too nervous to sit. I sipped my drink and looked around at the people, in the bar and passing through. I tried to see if I could spot Elliot. Would I be able to pick him out, would he even remember what I looked like? I started to think about our night together, how it was like a dream, now. I felt myself begin to become aroused. I felt a hand touch my elbow and I flinched.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said. "I was wondering if you were waiting for someone, could I buy you another drink?" It was just some guy, a stranger. He looked as if he had been traveling for business, shirt and tie, tie loosened around his neck, carrying his jacket over his arm. He was handsome, a little young I think, maybe early 20's. "Well, I am waiting for someone, sort of," I told him. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I will probably stop at one."
"That's too bad," he said, smiling. "I sure could use a little company. If you change your mind, I will be sitting right over there." He nodded towards the bar and then squeezed my arm as he walked away.
I felt a little flushed and a bit tingly. I realized I was staring at him as he walked away. I blushed and quickly turned away. Usually I would be more flirty and open to his advances, but I was anticipating the arrival of my traveling companion and had been thinking about that moment for some time.
I finished my drink and sat the glass on one of the tables as I slipped out of the bar. As I approached the waiting area for my flight I saw him. I thought it was him, standing by the check in counter. I knew it had to be him! Of course I could only see him from behind but I was quite sure it was him. I walked over to the other side of the chairs and turned my back to him, pretending to look out at the planes. I could see his reflection in the glass as he turned around and put his ticket information into his pocket. As he looked up, I knew it was him, I could feel the goose bumps crawl up my arm and up to the back of my neck. Then he noticed me and stopped. I saw him smile and kind of cock his head as he began to walk my way.
I just stood there, watching him come closer and closer as my heart raced. Then I could feel him right behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist quickly and pulled me back into him. He used his other hand to move my hair over and kiss me on the neck. I thought I would cum right then and there. I melted. He started to run his hands over my belly and up to my breasts, causing my nipples to pop out at his touch. I closed my eyes and turned my head towards him so he could kiss my mouth. As he shoved his tongue into my mouth I turned to face him and he instantly placed his hands on my ass and squeezed me tightly.
I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers through his hair as we stood there kissing passionately. My pussy was so wet as I ground myself into his crotch. I could feel that he was just as excited to see me. I reached down and rubbed his hard cock through his pants and he groaned into my open mouth. I could have thrown myself down right there in the middle of the airport and let him fuck me. I was so happy to see him again.
I pushed myself away and took a deep breath. "Easy sweetie," I said, "give me a chance to catch my breath!" He smiled at me and backed away a bit. He looked me up and down and shook his head. He grabbed my hands and rubbed my arms, raising them up as he kissed my hands.
"It is soooo good to see you!" He said, out of breath, "I was worried that you were not going to be here, this is definitely a wonderful surprise. You look fantastic, better than I had even fantasized." He was almost panting. "I want you so badly, I can taste it." He moved back over towards me and pulled me close as he kissed me again. I knew exactly how he felt!
"Ok, ok" he laughed, "I need to get a hold of myself, I can't even see straight!" "I could use a drink, how 'bout you, a little amaretto?" He winked, "I'm sure we have enough time for just one."
"Sure" I said. "Why not?" He grabbed my hand and led me towards the bar. As we entered the doors, the guy who had spoken to me before was exiting. Elliot stepped behind me with his arm around me to allow the guy to pass. As he walked by he smiled and winked. He nudged Elliot's arm and commented, "Lucky guy."
"Yes, yes I am." Elliot replied proudly. I just giggled and walked inside.
"You know that guy?" Elliot asked.
"Well, we had a moment." I teased.
"Hmmmm, a moment huh? Well if he only knew just how lucky I am!" He grinned. We made our way to the bar and this time I did have a seat. My legs felt a little weak and I felt a little shaky. He ordered us drinks and we sat and sipped as we touched and flirted. I wanted to have my hands on him and touched him a lot. I rubbed his leg and squeezed his thigh. I touched his hands and couldn't resist sucking his fingers a bit. Causing him to stutter and forget what he was talking about.
I sat back on my stool and placed his hand on my knee. I spread my legs and pulled my dress up just high enough to let him have a peek at my little lacy thong. He couldn't help but slide his hand up my leg and lift the hem of my dress to get a better look. He looked directly into my eyes and licked his lips. I reached down and slid my finger under the thin white triangle covering my smooth pussy. I slipped it into my wet pussy and moved it in and out a few times.
I moved my hand up and was about to put it in my mouth when he suddenly grabbed my hand and stuck my finger in his mouth. He sucked my finger and licked my juices off as his eyes rolled back in his head. I laughed out loud and was fidgeting in my seat. He bit my finger and then kissed the palm of my hand as he pushed it away from me. "DAMN!" he moaned under his breath. "You are so damn bad. I can't even get up and walk now!" He was shaking his head and rubbing his crotch.
"Me, what did I do?" I asked innocently. "I just thought I might like a taste, you?"
"Oh yeah, I wanted a taste, I want to eat it right here right now!" He was saying with his teeth clenched together. "I am about ready to just get a room, forget waiting for this plane ride!"
"Well, no one said we had to wait for the flight. But it is getting a little close, I'm sure we can find something to keep us occupied during the plane ride." I teased him and winked. Off in the distance I heard them call for our flight. "We should go!" I said and jumped down from the stool. I drank down the rest of my drink and grabbed his hand. I was pulling him like a little girl ready to go for a ride on the Ferris wheel! I was so excited. I couldn't wait to get him alone, on the boat, in the water, in the sand...somewhere exotic and sexy.
We were practically running when we got to the gate! We showed our boarding passes and were on our way down the tunnel to the plane. We were finally here. The day was finally here and it was happening just like I had hoped it would. It was all coming true.
The Cruise - Part 2
We found our seats and put our carry on bags in the overhead. I didn't like the window seats so he slid over and gave me the aisle. I am not much of a flyer and was glad that I had a couple of drinks. I tried to act as if I wasn't nervous but I think he saw through it. He turned his back to the window and shifted in his seat blocking most of the view. He reached out and took my hand. He held it tight and with his other hand, held my chin in his hand and looked into my eyes. "This is going to be a trip you will never forget." He told me. "Think of this as a dream vacation. You are going to have the time of your life." And he kissed my hand. I just smiled and took a deep breath.
It seemed like forever before the plane was ready for take off. But soon we were taxiing down the runway. It was mid morning, almost noon and the sun was shining it was a gorgeous day. I didn't realize it, but we were leaving a day early. Elliott told me that he wanted to be able to get a nice room and relax and take in some of the nightlife in Miami before leaving for the cruise. I was very impressed. The flight was first class, nonstop to Miami. The cruise was to set sail at 4:00 p.m. the next day. We would be in Miami in just about 2 ½ hours. I had never been on a cruise and it was all so exciting and romantic.
We were taking off. I reached f
or Elliot's hand and he held it with both of his. He motioned for the flight attendant and she came over to us. "As soon as we are allowed, we would love some Champagne." He told her.
"Could we make that Mimosa's?" I asked. "If that's ok?"
"Anything the lady wants." Elliot replied and then kissed my hand.
"Certainly sir." She said with a smile.
"You know," I said, "you might just spoil me, with all of this attention."
"You deserve to be spoiled." He told me. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since our first meeting. I have fantasized about this moment and the rest of them yet to come." He continued, "I want you to feel special because you are special. If you only knew how you excite me. I have masturbated so many times, just remembering the way you smell and taste and feel. I can't wait to experience it all again and more." "Now I should change the subject, I don't think I can keep my hands off you and look what it is doing to me." He shifted a bit in his seat to show me the large bulge in the front of his pants.
I leaned over into him and kissed him deeply, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I slid my hand over his hard cock and rubbed it slightly, using my fingernails to tease the tip of it. He groaned in my mouth and moved his hips as I caressed his huge dick. I wanted him, badly. I pulled myself away and lay my head back in the seat with my eyes closed. I opened them and looked at him. My nipples were so hard. He reached over and kissed my neck. His hand moved up my arm and slid down over my tits. I just smiled. Then we both just lay our heads back, staring at each other.
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