The Shower Scene

I look up, watching you walk through the door.  I could smell the sun on your skin, even from across the room. The fatigue is loud as you sigh, pulling your jacket off and setting it on the arm of the ugly squeaky couch we had found at a yard sale.   You loosened your tie, the stress rolling off your shoulder slowly as each piece of clothing is removed.  I set my book down, staring at you.  You smile at me, knowing I am licking my lips like a dog wanting a bone.

You start unbuttoning the white dress shirt, making the face I know and love so well.  I smile, holding in a small laugh.  You push the black dress pants down, the rubber duckie boxers clashing with the stern look of the rest of the outfit. The laugh bubbles out, loud and breathless as you strike a pose.

I let out a small yelp as you jump on me, pushing me back onto the couch, the frame squeaking loudly in protest.

"This will teach you to laugh at me," you say, pinning my wrists down over my head.  You lean forward, biting at my neck playfully.  I buck, trying to escape you, twisting away from you for a split second.

"Lemme go. I won't laugh again, I promise," I move over, my stomach pressed to the couch now.

"Oh you offer up your ass? I accept," you say, smacking it lightly.  I relax, giving up.

"Baby, all this playing made me sweaty and ewwie," I say, moving my butt back and forth.  You look at me, your eyebrows raising a little.

"Ewwie?  What is ewwie," you ask, smiling a little, moving off of me.  I slide off the couch, the scratchy fabric leaving my skin reddened.  I drop to the floor, my hair messed up from your attack.

"Like ewww, gross, sweaty," I said, attempting to fix the mess you created, my fingers acting roughly as combs.  You sit next to me, leaning slightly, nudging me.  I tense up, knowing you are about to do something.

"Ewwie like this," you said, rubbing your sweaty arms on mine.  I push you away, screaming a little.

"Stop, ewwie, no," I say.   I get up, looking down at you stretched out on the floor.  I smile a little as I walk towards the bathroom.

"Now I have to take a shower," I say, biting my lower lip a little, hoping you take me up on the unsaid invitation.

You watch me walking away, reading between the lines very easily.  You decide to play a different game.  You shrug, picking up a magazine on the coffee table.

"Eh, okay.  Have fun," you say, hiding your face behind the pages, biting the inside of your cheek to hold the laugh in. You peek over the edge, seeing me standing in the doorway, my hands on my hips, tapping my foot.

"Baby," I whine, letting it hang out  a second or two too long.  I smile as you toss the magazine down and get up, following me to the bathroom.  I turn around to look at you, only to see you pass by the bathroom door and head into the bedroom.  My eyes pop open as you show me what you have brought.

The small black camcorder fits into your hand snugly, only slightly bigger than a can of soda.  I see the red light on the front blink on, staring at me, daring me to move and say something, to be forever captured on video.

I smile, looking for the camera to you, a small twinge of fear in my eyes.  You smile, pushing your lips together in the pout I love.  I move back a little, staring at the camera as I pull my black t shirt over my head slowly.  I lick my lips as I turn around, my hair tickling against my back.

"Help me, baby," I say, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You stare at me on the lens, seeing me looking over my shoulder, the red straps of the bra crossing my skin.  You reach forward, unsnapping my bra with one hand.

"Turn around slowly," you say, your voice deeper than before, thick with desire.  My eyes burn into yours as I turn, my arms across my chest, pressing my breasts together tightly across my chest.  I tilt my head a little to the side, lowering my arms slowly, letting you see what you have seen before. My nipples are hard from the excitement, from the seeing you holding the camera.

You look from the camera to me and back, your heart pounding.  I start to unbutton my jeans, pushing them over my hips slowly.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," you whisper, watching the material fall.  I look at you, tangling my fingers into my hair and lifting it off my neck.  You watch as the movement pushes my breasts up, like an offering to you.

The red scrap of underwear barely covers me, the tiny red bows on the hips sticking out a little.  The lace is see thru and you can see my skin through the fabric.  You lower the camera to focus on the red lace, zooming in, making my pussy fill your screen.   You watch the screen as you see my fingers move into view.  You feel your breathe catch in your throat as I slide my fingers into the underwear, pulling them down slowly.  You swallow a groan as my nakedness appears, bare and smooth.

I reach out, my body bare for you to see.

"My turn,"  I say, waiting for the camera.  You look at me, confused.

"What," you ask, not sure what to do.  I smile, moving my fingers.  You hold the camera out, suddenly not liking this idea as much as you did before.  You watch as I turn the camera on you, the red light staring at its new victim.

"Come on baby. We got to both be stars in this video," I say, pouting a little as you stand there, not moving.  The white dress shirt is open, your chest bare under it.  Your boxers are low on your hips as I stand there waiting.

You swallow, pulling the dress shirt off and letting it drop to the tiled floor.  You look to the side, your reflection in the mirror.  I move around so that I can see myself in the mirror behind you, holding the camera in front of me.  You stare at the mirror, your eyes tracing my reflection.  You feel your boxers shifting by themselves, tightening in your groin.

I smile as I watch you get aroused, moving the camera up and down your body.  I move my leg and brace myself against the sink, my foot resting on the counter. You stand by my leg, rubbing your hand up and down the smoothness.

"Your turn," I say, holding the camera out to you, lowering my leg slowly.  You take it as I move to the sink, sitting up on the cool surface.  I watch as you stand back, your hand moving to your dick, rubbing it through the cotton absently as you watch me.  I pull my knees up onto the counter, smiling at you as I pull them to my chest, pushing them open a little.  You move the camera down, seeing my pussy pressed tight together, invitingly.

"Baby, this is so hot," you say, gasping as my fingers move down, as I slide one in, finding my clit.  I close my eyes, sighing as I rub it slowly, feeling a slow tension build.  You lean forward, my hand and pussy filling the screen.

"Yah, do that baby.  Keep doing that," you say, as I moan softly.  You move the camera up my body, past my knees, past my full breasts, to my face. I have my hand in my hair, my cheeks flushed slightly.  I push my lips out, licking them. My eyes are closed as you watch my face, my mouth quivering a little as I feel myself get a little closer. You let out a groan, pushing the boxers down with one hand, trying to hold the camera steady on my face.

I open my eyes a little, seeing you naked in front of me.  I move my hand away from my face, holding my hand out.  You hand me the camera without a word.  I glance down, knowing what you love to do.  You kneel in front of me, burying your face without question.  I focus the camera on your head, as you work your mouth on my clit.  I moan loudly as you suck, flicking your tongue against it.  I feel my body shaking a little as you pull me closer to the edge of the counter, running your tongue all along my wet slit. I feel you push your tongue inside.   I whimper as you tongue fuck me, my knees shaking.  I watch as your fingers clench my body, digging in sharply.

"Baby, baby, wait," I say breathlessly, not wanting to stop you but wanting to to feel you inside me.  You pull back, looking into the camera, your mouth slick from my pussy.  Your eyes burn hot as you look at me, the camera forgotten.  You step back, letting me slide off the counter.  I set the camera down, pointing it toward the shower, the clear glass doors imposing no problems.

I walk over, bending to turn the water on.  You walk up behind me, grabbing my hips.  I turn around, kissing you hard on the mouth, my hands holding your face as our lips bruise each other with our want, with our need.  As I step into the shower, pulling you with me, our mouths never disconnect.

The water pours over us, cleaning the sweatiness away.  Our kiss breaks, leaving us breathless and surprised.  I stare at you, smiling.  I glance over at the camera, the red light still glaring.Pushing you against the wall of the shower,I  lower myself under the spray.  I run my hands over your dick, the water warm on your skin.  I lean forward, taking you in my mouth.

You groan loudly, feeling the coolness of my mouth.  Looking down, you watch as I move back and forth, my mouth and tongue knowing where to go to make the nerves stand on end.  You close your eyes, moving your hands to my head, tangling your fingers in it, gently pulling me closer, deeper, following my rhythm.  You feel me moving faster, can  feel your body tensing up.

"Baby," you say, saying the exact same way I had.  I stop, looking up at you.  I move my mouth away, licking my lips.  I slowly stand up, wrapping my arms around your shoulders, pressing my body against yours.

"I love you," I whisper, looking in your eyes, kissing your nose softly.

"I love you, too," you reply, making a face at my nose kiss.  I feel you pushing me back against the shower wall, your dick hard between us.  I brace my hand against the steamy shower wall, my hand leaving a mark as it slides down a little.  I know that the camera won't be able to see much now because of the shower steam.  You run your hands under my ass, lifting me up against your body.  I wrap my legs around you as you slip inside smoothly.  I groan, tightening my arms around you.

We move slowly, watching each other face as we bring each other closer.  The water beats on your back, hitting my in the face a little.  You move your hand to my face, wiping it away.  The small move makes my stomach jump, in awe at your consideration.  I feel myself tightening, as I lick my lips.  I feel you moving harder, a little faster.  I move my hips, finding the rhythm you created.  My pussy tightens up as we connect, our hearts pounding as one.  I breathe in harsh ragged breaths, mixed with loud whimpering and moans.

You watch as my face contorts, clenching tightly as my body does.  The moans spill out of my mouth quicker as you thrust harder, the shower making it a little harder to stay close.  You feel the tightening in your stomach, deep in your muscles as you watch my face.

"Baby, please, please, " I start begging you, the whining in my voice bringing you closer to coming.  You feel my nails digging into your skin, the water making it sting a little.  You feel me tensing up, my body going stiff.  You watch as I inhale deeply, and stop breathing as my body takes over.

The inhaling and gasping keeps going until you feel my body squeezing so tight.  You feel your body almost pleading with you to come.  You hear the moans comign from me as I whisper please over and over to you, saying your name quickly.

I come hard and fast, my legs shaking around your waist.  You follow my lead, filling my pussy with your come, your hips jerking as you get everything out.  I feel the slipperiness of the come being washed away by the shower as you pull away from me.

We look to the camera seeing the light through the steam.

"This might be awesome on YouTube," you whisper, holding a laugh in as I smack you on the chest.