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Spied in the Shower
In my mind you wake, pulling back the covers exposing your lean, firm body to the chill of the early morning air. This causes you to step lively as you enter the bathroom and rid yourself of a full bladder before climbing into the shower.
You pull the curtain closed and begin to run the water, reaching down to adjust the temperature before releasing the spray from the shower head. You step back so that the cold water from the pipes hits the floor instead of your naked form.
When you feel it is safe enough you step forward and allow the pounding jets to strike against your chest. You move further forward now submitting your entire body, head to toe, feeling the rush of water as it passes by each inch of your flesh. It feels as if your skin is awakening although your mind still resides in that place between awareness of, and participation in, the day that is approaching. You begin your ritual. Your head leans forward as the water beads against your crown and runs downward past those eyes, the ones that I yearn to have gaze upon me, with their elegant long lashes. As the water continues it’s path along the contours of your beautiful body, your mind begins to wander to our conversation last night. You are remembering the secret desire I shared with you and the words I used to describe what I would do to you if given the chance.
As you reach for the shower gel you recognize the familiar sensation of your growing erection and with out thinking you swiftly run your graceful hand up your shaft once testing the waters. How hard would you become? How quickly? What do you need? Your cock hardens immediately. It seems the response is confirmed as your hand, filled with the slick gel, firmly grabs the base of your cock and begins to pull in slow, smooth, upward strokes repeatedly. As you reach the top of your shaft you swipe across the tip with your thumb and moan softly. You push your face into the jet spray of the water in an attempt to stifle the need to moan and cry out.
You are thinking about me, of my thick nipples erect and hard pressing gently into your back, as you continue to alternate long strokes and quick flicks across the tip of your head. You wish those were my hands reaching around in front of you, grasping your steel hardened cock, from my position behind you, breasts pressed against your back, my tummy and mound pushed against your lovely firm ass. Your strokes become faster and you deliberately rub the place where your shaft and head become one. On the next stroke when your thumb passes by the small hole on the tip, your hand begins to feel a mixture of precum and soap sliding smoothly up and down your cock.
It throbs and you think how badly you wish I were on my knees in front of you, taking your cock into my warm, wet, cavernous mouth. Your thumb is my tongue and you again groan as you feel your balls tighten and your cock becomes fully engorged. The need to cum surpasses all other needs. You stroke that sweet cock in my absence until the first spurts of thick hot cum shoot out and land in a plop on the shower floor.
Your cock bursts with each eruption and the release feels so good. The water from the shower head washes all that lovely spunk down the drain and so the traces of your early morning experience disappear. You gather more gel and begin to cover yourself in a foamy lather. I know you are highly sensitive everywhere after you come and your own hands bring pleasure to your flesh as they glide over your soapy body. You rinse, adjusting the water even hotter to enhance the sensitivity further. Then you are done. You reach down to turn off the water and you step out of the shower, quickly drying your fresh, clean, smelling body before wrapping the towel around your waist and heading off to get dressed.
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