Buzz. Buzz. My phone went off on the coffee table. I damn near tripped trying to get to it in time. It was him, saying he was on his way. It’s 3pm so I have a little time, but I had hoped to be out of the shower by now. We’ve been planning this day for a while and my heart is racing. After all our chats online, all the late-night calls… what if he’s all talk? What if we have no chemistry when we’re face to face? Too late for 2nd guessing now. I text back “getting in the shower, key’s under the mat. Pour a drink (see cart in living room) if you’re here before I get out.” Maybe if I take a long enough shower… nah, we’re going to behave for at least a few minutes before clothes go flying. Clothes off and I’m in the shower.
It’s 2pm, Hotel’s about 35 minutes away. I’ll send her a quick text and then head over. My heart’s racing like this is a legit first date, but we’ve been talking and even mutually masturbating online, there’s no real 1st base anymore. I wonder if I should have cleaned the pipes first. kind of presumptuous but then again..? Well, it’s too late now, I’m ready to head out the door and I’m not going through all the clean-up, tucking, and tying that would require. Why the fuck are my palms so sweaty? She’s been like my best friend for a month now, with benefits! Be cool, Andrew. Be cool. Buzz Buzz “Getting in the shower, key’s under the mat. Pour yourself a drink (see cart in living room) if you’re here before I get out.” Odd that she’s just now getting in the shower. Reply? Nah, I’m here. Key’s under the mat…
Shower’s on, hair’s rinsed. Was that the doorbell?? No way. he’s still gotta be 15 min out. No, wait; that was the door. “Elle? You here?”
“In the shower! How are you here already, you just texted me?! I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Ok. I’ll pour myself a drink. Sorry I’m a few minutes late, there’s no parking on the street and it’s a bit of a walk through the parking garage. Wait, what do you mean I just texted you? It was almost an hour ago!” Something went wrong, wonder if it was a cell-phone thing. She’s in there, wet, soapy, naked. She’s fucking naked right now, and we’re in the SAME place.
“That can’t be right, come show me your phone!” Did something happen with one of our phones that delayed the message? Ugh, that would be just perfect. A knock at the door. I wipe away the condensation on the shower door, and he holds the phone up to it. 2pm Sent. Fuck. FUCK he’s standing right there. I’m naked and he’s right there. “Hey, Andrew; since you’re in here, I don’t suppose I could, maybe, have a kiss?” He pulls the door open and I see him take me in. His eyes are… hungry. He takes his socks off and steps forward. As I lean in, I reach for his face. I want to feel his beard between my fingers. His hands reach for my face, cup my cheeks and pull me toward him. Pulls my face to his. I look up from those lips and his eyes meet mine. They are commanding. He wants to be in charge and he’s barely containing it.
We kiss. It’s so… delicious. Its not a quick kiss. I thought I could get away with just a peck. A tease so I could at least feel his lips on SOMETHING. But then I found myself touching the bulge on his pants. I unbuckled them, pulled them down around his ass, and splashed a little water. “Shit, you’d better take those off, they’re wet.” And as he stands and kicks his pants to the side, I take his shirt off. He reaches out and as I prepare for a kiss his hand finds my throat. The exhilaration nearly takes me out. I feel him squeeze, and I gasp as my back touches the shower wall. He chooses that moment to kiss…
She calls me in to the bathroom asking to see my phone. Not defensive, but curious. I see her phone on the coffee table with a notification at 3pm of a text from me. I knock and enter the bathroom. My glasses steam up so I set them on the counter. I hope I don’t forget them because I’ve been wearing contacts for months. I walk over to the shower with a “Hey.” She wipes the condensation off the door and there she is. I can feel the precum. This is insane. I have never wanted anything so hard than to be in there with her. I show her my phone. There’s a moment she looks puzzled before she looks at me. Eye contact. She looks… vulnerable. Like she sees something in me that she is afraid to give in to. I look back. Really look. Head to toe she’s fucking beautiful. I want to devour her. She reaches toward my face as her eyes trace my beard. I touch her jaw, running my fingers down to her throat. When did my pants come off? I vaguely remember getting splashed. Don’t care. I have her against the wall and her lips part. Did I hear a gasp? Hard to say. As quickly as that through crosses my mind, I’m kissing her. She’s kissing back. It’s…
“Delicious.” I actually said that out loud. He smiles with recognition and kisses my open mouth as the water from the shower cascades over us and around us. I look up as he kisses my neck, then my jaw. He goes in for the lips but at the last minute, he nibbles my bottom lip. Even in the shower, I can feel myself getting wet. I can’t wrap my head around this. He’s here. All of him. I am going to fuck this man, and I am going to let him do whatever he wants. I’m melting. I open my lips further and he raises his hand, putting his thumb on my tongue. I suck it as he leans in and I hear him whisper…
“Fuck. Fuuuuck me, you’re so amazing. I want you in ways I couldn’t imagine.” My thumb is against her tongue as I press down gently, guiding her to her knees. I brace myself against the shower wall as I feel her hand caress my cock. Her lips wrap gently around the tip, as if to say hello before devouring me. I want to be devoured. I want to devour her. My hand runs through her hair as I guide her forward. I feel the back of her throat and ease up. She moans as she breaths, raking her hand up my chest. She grabs my ass with the other and pulls me into her. I can only fuck her face for so long before telling her, “You are so, so good. You’re my fucking princess. I’ll give you anything. everything. You’re taking everything so well, like such a good girl.” God, I’m just babbling, I’m so hooked.
I pull back with a satisfied moan. “Am I? Am I a good girl? Good enough to have you inside me right fucking now?” He looks a little startled as he hears this. I maintain eye contact as I stand up to kiss him. Between kisses, I tell him, “I know we said we’d control ourselves, but I just want you to control me right now,” and with that I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. As we approach the bed I feel his hand on the small of my back. We get to the edge of the bed and he grabs my hips to stop me. Holding me against him by my hip with one hand, he folds me over the edge of the bed with the other. My hair is still wet from the shower, and so are we. I push my slippery ass back against him and feel his cock glide between my lips. He’s lifting the other leg up onto the bed as he reaches through from behind, fingers slick from my own juices. He slides his fingers back and forth between my lips, teasing my clit. I whisper, “Please, PLEASE fuck me just like this.” He keeps at it for a moment longer and I’m going crazy for wanting more. More.
And that’s all I needed. I tease her a moment with the tip against her clit. She’s already gyrating against it. I put my hand against the bottom of my cock, guiding it into her as I hold my fingertips against her clit. She pushes back, and I’m engulfed in warmth. I lose myself in the sensation of her ass and legs pressed against me as I’m inside her. She leans forward and I pull her back against me, slamming into her. I’m on the verge of losing control and we both give a collective, contented moan, she has a little laugh at the end of hers while mine ends in a growl. Again and again until she’s flushed and gasping with each thrust. I’m so cooked. “More,” I smack her ass and I’m surprised at how red it gets. I tell her as I pull myself into her, “Holy shit, you feel so good.” It’s more of a breathy sigh than spoken words. She leans down further, arching her back and lifting her other leg up onto the bed. With her tits against the bed and her knees up to either side like it’s yoga she’s moaning now. “That’s it. You’re taking it like such a good girl. I want to feel you cum all over me, princess. Show me how good you can be.”
It was over as soon as he called me princess. I’m not longer even trying to be quiet. I’m sure the neighbors hear us so might as well give them something to listen to. He smacks my ass again and I can’t take it. As he brings his hand around my throat, I feel myself gripping his penis tighter. I can feel it throbbing inside me. I can feel my veins throb against his grip. “Fuck. Fuckk. FUCKKK! Oh, fuck baby!” I can barely get the words out before I feel myself gush all over his cock and I can’t help but yelp as I accidentally push him out and he immediately shoves it right back in. This rolling orgasm is an ebb and flo as I hear, “I’m cumming for you, baby! Oh my god I’m fucking cumming.” He sounds completely feral and doesn’t stop. I can feel myself getting slicker as he releases it all and keeps thrusting. This man I’ve been waiting for, teasing and waiting, just came with me more perfectly than I could have imagined.
I can’t believe we did that. I am in love with her orgasm. She came, then I could feel her grip tighten, loosen, then tighten again. She’s really getting all her rocks off and I’m here for it. I shudder as she milks me for everything I’ve got.
“We’re going to need a shower before we go out.” as we collapse side by side on the bed. The week has just begun.
Love Acadaemia 