The Incredible Shower

We had booked into the hotel just after lunchtime for our long holiday weekend. It had looked delightful in the brochure and lived up to expectations on first arrival. You were excited to see the room, so went on up whilst I dealt with the formalities.

Before I’d even finished looking at the menus and leaflets in reception, you came bounding down the stairs with a smile that told me you’d found something that really appealed. You bounced over to me and whispered in my ear, “You HAVE to come and look at the shower in our room…and you have to come NOW.”

I gathered from your excitement that this was no ordinary cubicle shower with a dribble of water in the corner. So I duly followed you up the stairs and when we got to the door of our room you said:

“ Now you have to close your eyes…in fact…stand in front of me…yep, that’s it. I’m going to put my hands over your eyes like this… so there is no peeping ….and guide you across the room.”

The few steps seemed to last for ever, but then I heard the click of a door, and felt the closeness of you whispering in my ear: “you can open your eyes now!”

And there we were, standing in front of the most amazing piece of plumbing I had ever seen. There were levers, and different heads for the water to come from. Jets in the wall; wonderfully arranged tiling with hints of colour here and there; and every flavour of shower gel and oil that you could want.

“We have to get in and try this out NOW!” you insisted, beginning to grab at the bottom of your t-shirt to pull it over your head.

“Just hang on a moment!” I said. “No undressing just yet!”

“Spoil sport,” you replied.

“Well just wait a tiny minute. First of all, I think it might be a good idea to close our door and put the do not disturb sign on, don’t you? And secondly, if there is to be any undressing, then I am undressing YOU and you are undressing ME….you KNOW how much that turns me on!”

The very thought of taking your clothes off slowly and deliberately always excites me, and I wasn’t going to let it go today. I walked over to lock the door and deal with the sign, and then came back. You’d calmed down just a little bit, but were still grinning like the cat who had got the cream.

I stood in front of you, smiling back at those amazing eyes. I knew you wanted to get in that shower, and so did I. But I wanted to take just a little more time to get there.

There was a music system in the room too, I could see. As always, I’d brought my own supply of music, and selected what would be good for relaxing to in the shower. I didn’t think it was going to be a hurried one, so the music didn’t need to be fast and furious. But if we were making love in the shower, we were making it with music.

As I stood by you again, I could no longer resist kissing. Arms round your waist and mouths gradually approaching one another, the tip of my tongue emerged to just trace over your beautiful lips. I’d always loved kissing, and it was such a turn on. We swayed as the music engaged us, and our tongues began to intertwine. Finding the tips together then exploring every part of our mouth and lips, we were on the journey of making love and there was no going back……

My hands ran the length of your back, tracing the outline of your spine through the fabric of your t-shirt and feeling the outline of your bra underneath. Then they dropped to the bottom of your shirt and gently eased it up and over your head. I dropped it to the floor and gasped as I saw you in your bra and jeans. I was always amazed how erotic that look was, and I just stood to take it in. It was one of my favourite bras – so pretty and so gorgeously sexy.

You reciprocated with my shirt, pulling it over my head, and as we moved back together again, our warm soft flesh touched for the first time. Our hands were exploring all over each other, but mine were first to find the button at the waist of your jeans. Easing it open and undoing you slowly, I was soon sliding them down your legs, kissing every part of your body as I knelt at your feet to pull them off and throw them across the room. I loved the sound of clothing coming off. It was so erotic.

I stayed quite still at your feet, just taking in the beauty of you in nothing but your bra and knickers. I knew you’d put them on with me in mind today, and you had chosen so well. My eyes were alive.

Pulling me up, you whispered, “The shower, I want you in there…now!”

So it was that you undid my jeans and eased them off my legs. We stood there in our underwear, and I was not sure who had the idea first but we both thrilled to it. We were going to get in the shower in our underwear to begin with. Our arousal surged at the thought of what might be to come. We explored the gadgets for the plumbing, choosing a gentle spray to begin with. The water was running, the juices were flowing, and we were stepping in the shower, together.

Both us loved the heightened sensation of touching as the water flowed over our bodies. As the music delighted our ears, our fingers were delighted too, just stroking and touching each other for the longest time as the soapy water ran like liquid gold between us.  As your bra became soaked, I could see that your nipples were hard. I bent to kiss them through the fabric, gently nibbling and rolling the tip of my tongue over your nipples as I cupped your breasts with my hands.

By now your hair was soaking wet and clinging to your body.  It felt so amazing in the shower. The water trickled all over us; down your cheeks, over your beautiful shoulders, between your breasts, following your tanned skin, and then down your tummy all the way to your sexy panties. They were were soaked by now, and as I licked your nipples, my fingers instinctively began to explore inside your knickers. Gently, I teased your hair with my thumb as my fingers found the wetness between your lips.

Your own hands responded, stroking me through my sopping wet underwear. The water made it cling so that you could feel the very out lines of my curves, the veins almost standing out through the thin fabric.

You turned around, leaning on the tiles as you arched your back. I reached round to caress your bottom, exposed by your thong, and gave the gentlest of slaps!

“What a deliciously naughty idea this was,” I said. I slid your panties down. You responded by taking my underwear off, gently easing them over my hardness which was dripping with pre cum and straining to be free.

We decided to experiment with the jets on the side walls. They sprayed at us and we adjusted them to get the angles just right. The shower also had a wall seat, and you sat on it and reach round to undo your bra. We were both completely naked now, me standing and you sitting. You grinned and reached your hand out for my erection, taking it so skilfully and carefully in your hand as only you knew how. You eased me towards you, first to spread the pre cum over your nipples one after the other. I responded as I often did: by licking it off, rolling each of your nipples around my mouth as I did so.

You were not going to let me go. I stood, straight again, and your hand drew me closer. You gripped my shaft with just the right mount of tension as your tongue began to explore the tip. My erection jerked with joy, and you opened a little wider to take more of me in. Your tongue was so skilled at this. Alternating between the ridge on the underside which you flicked casually with your tongue, and long, gentle strokes, your lips took more of me in. It was heavenly; pure delight. You, sitting in the shower as naked as the day you were born. Me, completely wrapped up in the emotions and standing to attention. My hands explored your soaking hair, and your shoulders which I always had loved. The water echoed around us, splashing on the tiles and floor. I could have gone on forever.

But I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I pulled you up and turned you around to face the wall. My hands and arms wrapped you in tight embrace, loving you. Wanting you. Holding you. Then I covered them with shower oil and massaged your legs, your bottom, your breasts.

As I stood behind you, you could feel my insistent hardness. I reached around again for your breasts and clitoris, one hand massaging across your nipples while the other found out where it felt best between your legs.

Every moment of this was a delight,l. Every position gave some new sensation, as the water gently splashed and lubricated our bodies, easing the movements of our hands as we eagerly explored each other.

You sat once again, this time with legs slightly apart. I had to kneel to lick you. You knew how much that delighted me. And with the water running over my head and over your body, I tasted your juices, unmistakable through the scent of the shower oil. My tongue explored your clitoris and your lips, running up and down, first over one and then the other. Then I sucked on your clitoris while my fingers explored your nipples again.

Gosh, this was beautiful. You responded having me rise so you could take me once again in your hand, sucking the whole of my head into your mouth. I was ready to explode by now, and you knew it. You looked up and smiled, and I deliberately held off, deciding that there was one more thing I needed to try before letting go.

Once again I urged you to stand and bend over with your hands on the ledge. From behind, you could feel me pressing between your legs. Water was running over my hardness and your bottom, and slowly and gently, but insistently, I found your lips and pushed into you.

This was love making at its height. You pushed back to welcome me, and my hands found your clitoris and nipples once more. The rhythm was building. I wanted to feel you spasm ’round me. I wanted you to be overtaken, right here in the shower, by the most powerful orgasm you had known in a long while.

Thrusting in and out of you from behind, saying your name, urging you to cum for me, I drove in and out, making love to you, delighting in you, in us… and hardly believing what a lucky guy I was.

Your legs straightened and your back arched, and with one cry, there it was! I felt the twitch of your muscles, first around the head of my erection and then all the way up and down the shaft as I thrust into to meet your spasms. It seemed to go on for an eternity.

When it subsided, you moved, laughing and saying that your legs were about to give way.

“I have to sit down before I fall down,” you said, chuckling. And my turn was now to come. Your hand found me once more, this time insistently, and you licked my balls and shaft all over again. I loved the idea that you could taste yourself on my cock, and you moaned and groaned as your tongue circled my head, drawing me in closer and closer.

I was ready to explode. Your hands explored my butt cheeks and my chest as your mouth skilfully urged me on. As you stared with love into my eyes, you did not need words to say what was on your mind. Cum for me…cum for me….and with one huge shout, I erupted and spilled deep in your mouth, the tension of the day bursting forth in long spurts.

That shower was one of the most incredible climaxes of our holiday that year. We tried every way of making love we could find with the water spraying on us and over us that weekend. And I will never forget the smile on your face as we checked out, promising to soon return.

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