Shower Bench Bliss

The scent of lavender and warm water hung heavy in the air, clinging to the smooth, white tiles of our colossal walk-in shower. It wasn’t just big; it was a sanctuary, a private oasis carved out in the heart of our master bathroom. My wife, Sarah, adored this space, especially the built-in bench nestled in the far corner, perfect for her meticulous grooming rituals. Today, the anticipation was almost unbearable. I’d been working late, buried in spreadsheets and deadlines, and the thought of her finishing up before I could indulge my desires was a torment.

I knocked lightly on the glass, a casual request to be let in. “Mind if I play through?” I asked, my voice low and laced with a barely suppressed eagerness. The glass shimmered slightly as she turned, and there she was, perched on the bench, a vision of relaxed sensuality. One leg was propped up on the cool, smooth surface, while the other lay exposed, catching the light as she meticulously shaved the delicate skin around her vulva. The steam swirled around her, highlighting the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. A wave of heat washed over me, igniting a primal fire deep within. I felt my own arousal building, a thrilling tension that tightened my muscles.

As I edged closer, observing her every move, I caught her eye. A playful glint sparked in her gaze. “What do we have here?” she purred, her voice husky and laced with amusement. “A hard cock,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper, unable to contain my excitement.

“Normally I finish shaving with this,” she said, holding up a sleek, chrome vibrator. "Shaving my pussy makes me horny." Her words were a delicious invitation, a blatant acknowledgment of my growing lust.

“Don’t let me disrupt your routine,” I responded, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, but failing miserably. The scent of her skin, mixed with the fresh, clean smell of the shower, was intoxicating.

“Are you going to stay?” she asked, tilting her head, her eyes lingering on my arousal. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Yes, I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from her captivating display.

“That would be nice; it will give me something to see,” she grinned, her voice dripping with anticipation. “Me too,” I admitted, my breath catching in my throat.

With a deliberate grace, she began to work her vibrator into her pleasure zone, the rhythmic pulses sending shivers down my spine. The sensation was exquisite, a slow, escalating crescendo of pleasure that mirrored my own mounting desire. It didn't take long before her focus shifted, her attention drawn to my arousal. The vibrations from the vibrator intensified, a tantalizing dance that fueled my own response.

“Bring that nice cock over here,” she commanded, her voice low and demanding, a clear signal of her intentions. Her hand, still gripping the vibrator, moved with a confident grace, expertly maneuvering her body to meet my gaze. The other hand, meanwhile, caressed her nipples, drawing forth moans of pleasure and intensifying my own arousal. I moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every second of the anticipation.

As I reached her, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my face as she swallowed me whole. The feeling of her warm, moist mouth enveloping me was both overwhelming and exhilarating. Her tongue danced across my shaft, a playful tease that heightened my sensitivity. She worked me in and out with a rhythmic precision, her movements both gentle and assertive, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me entirely. I knew I wouldn't last long against her powerful embrace, but I welcomed the inevitable surrender.

Her moans of pleasure were infectious, pulling me deeper into her world of sensual abandon. As her body arched and writhed, responding to her own pleasure, I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the raw, primal instincts that surged through my veins. The scent of her arousal, mingling with the lingering scent of lavender and soap, filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere of pure, unadulterated desire.

Finally, she popped me out of her mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She turned around, her body swaying slightly as she positioned herself against the shower wall, her ample curves providing a perfect vantage point for my pleasure. The sight of her aroused form, coupled with the lingering heat of our encounter, was almost too much to bear.

I thrust my hard cock deep inside her, seeking the ultimate release. Her muscles tensed as she braced herself against the shower wall, anticipating the impact. I gripped her hips, pulling her close as my cock penetrated her depths. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and power that left me breathless.

Then, she really blew me away. With a sudden surge of energy, she reached up and placed her vibrator on her clit, unleashing a torrent of intense pleasure. The vibrations reverberated through her entire body, driving me wild with their insistent rhythm. I felt a primal urge to submit, to lose myself completely in the overwhelming sensations.

I worked my cock in and out of her hard and deep, enjoying every inch of her arousal. The sound of my movements against her body was a symphony of pleasure, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. As I reached climax, a wave of pure bliss washed over me, leaving me weak and spent.

I hit so hard against her when I came that I thought I was going to knock her off her feet. The force of my release sent shivers through her body, leaving her trembling with pleasure. We lay there for a moment, panting and breathless, the echoes of our passion still lingering in the air.

Finally, she managed to catch her breath, turning to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Shaving will never be the same," she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. "I may need help again." Her words were a blatant invitation, a promise of future encounters filled with similar intensity and abandon. I knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning. The shower, once a simple place for grooming, had become a sacred space for our shared desires, a testament to the enduring power of lust and love.

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