Shower Screen

It has been a long day. I am exausted. I come home
from work wanting nothing more than a shower, then to
crawl into bed. I open the door to my apparment, close
and lock the door, start walking towards the bath
room, striping off my clothes.

Suddenly, I knowtice the water is running. Someone is
taking a shower in my bathroom! I realise it must be
you. You must have let yourself in with the key I gave
you.

I continue to stip off my clothes, and quietly push
the door to the shower open. You do not knowtice me as
I slip though the shower curtin. You look beautiful,
the water running down your naked body. You skin is so
smooth, so shiny, you hair wet. You eyes are closed,
and you are letting the water just pool off your
beautiful face, you lips sligly parted. I walk up
behind you, and slip my arms around you, the water
hitting my body, doing nothing to quell the heat I
feel for you.

You give a starteled jump, and your soap-slick body
turns easy in my arms. You smile as you see that it is
me. As I look deep into your eyes, I slowly push you
back, so we are both under the hot rain of water. I
take your chin in my hand, and tilt it up to mine. I
brush a stand of hair out of your eyes as I lean down
to kiss you.

Slowly, my hand snakes down your body, and find that
special place between your legs. Your entire body
stiffens as I slip two fingers up between the folds of
your body. A soft moan escapes your lips as my hand
slowly starts to work you.

I reach around you and grab the little foam-ball off
of the rack. I sqeeze a small drop of body wash onto
it, and start to clean your body. I pay special
attention to your breasts, your back, and your legs.
Finaly, we are both clean, the water still cascading
down our bodies in rivers.

I push you back against the wall under the shower
head, and slowly lift one of your legs to my hip. I
slowly push myself up inside you, as I catch your moan
with my mouth. I slowly begin to work you, the water
sliding over our undulating bodies as our rytham gets
faster. Your breathing starts to quicken, and you wrap
your other leg around my waist. Nothing is holding you
up against the wall other than the presure of my body.

Our love makeing reaches a new, feavered pitch as we
both near out release. Your hands are grasping my
head, your back arching againt me, your shoulders
pressed against the wet wall. My head is berried in
the nape of your neck, taking little love bites as I
feel you tighenig around the part of me that is so
deep inside you.

Suddenly, you cry out in ectasy, as I bury myself one
last time deep inside you, filling you. As my last
jurky thrusts come to an end, you lower your legs to
the shower floor, me still deep inside you.

I never leave you as we both slip to the floor of the
shower, you pressed above me, chest to chest, leg to
leg, face to face, the water pooling over our bodies.
Our hands roam all over each other, our tounges
lapping at the water on each others faces as we catch
our breath.

Now all we have to do, is dry each other off...

by,
anonymous