A Woman's Shower Fantasy ...
I met Ken on the internet and exchanged pictures. I was pleasantly
surprised by his picture ... a handsome man with a strong
nose and a great smile. After some playful banter by email,
I had him give me a call. Another pleasant surprise ... the
timber of his voice was rich and he was obviously well spoken.
We toyed with meeting for drinks, and dinner, but as our
conversation heated up, I decided that perhaps he should
just come over to my house. I debated on how I should greet
him, and decided ... why not have him join me in the shower?
Lighting several candles, I put a note on the door saying
I was in the shower and to come in. I put some vintage rock
and roll on the cd player and stepped into the warm, sensuous
shower. I had opened a bottle of wine and brought two chilled
wineglasses in with me to the bathroom. Another candle
created a warm, soft glow as I sipped my wine and allowed
the rush of water to run over my head and down my back. As the
water ran over my buttocks and began to trickle into the
crack of my ass and over my pussy lips, I began to tingle with
anticipation. I set down the wineglass and grabbed my bottle
of body soap, taking a generous amount of the thick, creamy
liquid into my palm. I breathed deeply of the rich, woody
scent of almonds and felt my senses opening up even more.
I could imagine this man joining me in the shower, his body
hard and muscular ... warm and wet ... his skin of his chest
tasting slightly salty under my tentative kiss. I felt
myself getting even warmer, and began to slide the palms
of my hands lightly over the tips of my nipples. I looked
at my breasts, seeing the creamy white soap clinging to
my nipples and beginning to run between my breasts. I imagined
this man following the path of the soap, licking around
my nipples and gently teasing the tips, watching my face
as I moaned and lightly licked my lips. Our eyes would lock,
and I would watch him at my breast, teasing and licking and
softly suckling the taut, engorged nipple. I stroked my
breasts harder as I imagined this, moving my right hand
down to stroke my abdomen as I stood, lost in fantasy and
the warmth of the wine and shower. Unconsciously, I began
to moan softly, imagining him moving his mouth down my belly
and to the insides of my thighs. I stoked my own thighs and
felt more tingling beginning in my feet, moving slowly
and warmly up my calves and thighs. Unable to resist, I spread
my legs slightly and put a soapy fingertip on my clit, rubbing
ever so gently. The growing warmth from my legs met the accompanying
tingle from my clit and I began to orgasm in rolling waves,
unable to stop the primal growl that sprang unbidden from
my throat. As the waves began to ebb, I began to come back
to the present, feeling satiated and somewhat shaky. Reluctantly,
I opened my eyes and gasped, startled to find Ken, standing
nude and watching me though the partially opened shower
curtain. He had a beautiful cock, long and full and hard.
"I think you might be ready for this" he laughed,
stepping into the shower.
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