What I would give to be hidden in your room.

To be there when you come from a hard days work wanting a shower. To be hidden and watching you slowly taking off your blouse and jeans as you review the day in your head. I hold my breath as you stand there only in your matching light green thong and bra. Soon those two join the rest of your clothing on the floor on your way to the shower. No one else is home so your just walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. A thirst brings you to the kitchen to get a quick drink and that is when I grab the belt to a bathrobe and make my move to the steam filled bathroom.

You return to the shower and with out looking just get in with me already behind you.

The hot water soothes your shoulders and feels good on your face. The water running off your hair travels down your back to the cleft of your soft place then to your legs.

Such a simple sight stirs me beyond words. I step forward into the warm water and surround you with my arms causing you to stiffen.

You are about to scream until you see it is me out of the corner of your eye then you relax a bit.

My hands slowly slide down your arms to take hold of your wrists. You let me bring both of them up over your head. You close your eyes as you feel a noose of hot wet terrycloth wrap your wrists to the shower. I bend slightly to kiss your neck while I pick up the bar of soap with my free hand- the other rises slowly to your right breast. Soap in hand, I start to wash you gently. You feel my hands lather your neck and shoulders giving you a slight massage. I move up and down both your arms building the slick lather.

The soapy water runs down your back as I pull you close to me so I can get to your breasts.

You feel my length rest between the cheeks of your soft place as my strong hands squeeze and massage each breast with both hands in turn. You give into me as my hands continue to slide ever downward. I lower my self to follow my hands when they reach your softness and put pressure on your personal place.

The warm water running down your body and the feeling of my hands on you almost makes you cum. My hands move to your left leg and work it from your cleft to your ankle and back again. I shift to the right and do the same. My hands take you by the hips and turn you to face me and you look down to my wet face.

You expect me to toy your softness- you want me to suck on your personal place and finger you as deep and as fast as I can but I smile and start to stand. I pull you close to me sliding up your body toying and sucking each nipple as I pass them. When I get to your eyes I look deep into them and watch you as my length slides into you with little resistance.

You bite my neck as you ride me in the falling water.

So close to orgasm you can taste it. My hands reach around and pull your soft place hard to me smashing our hips together.

Two. Three times. So close. You call me a bastard when I stop and lower myself again. There is just enough room where I can nuzzle your sex. The hot water pounds my face as I lightly circle your hood. The sucking and rough raspy feeling of my tongue quickly brings you back to the edge. You arch into me trying to push yourself over the edge but I again pull away with an evil smile. I hold you by the hips and spin you back around. The hot water runs down your body.

You arms start to tingle when I once again wrap my arms around you.

I slide my length between your legs but not into you.

You have had enough of the games and roll your hips until you feel me fill you again. I pull you to me hard and move my hands up to your breasts. I roll and squeeze your nipples as you keep pushing into me. The delicious sharp feeling makes you cum so hard you start to see spots. Your softness squeezes my length in a tight ripple making me cum with you milking me of every drop I have. Would that make a nice close to a rough day?