Rainfall Reveries (L/A)

Some people find comfort in the company of strangers, while others prefer curling up with a captivating book by the garden window. But Camille truly comes alive when she steps into that large shower with its overhead rain head.

He enjoys watching her as she begins her day, her shoulders slumped forward as she battles the weight of the day ahead. Clouds of thought swirl through her mind, obscuring the clarity she once possessed. Dane observes as Camille rolls her head and shoulders backward, seemingly absorbing some unseen power from her commanding stance.

She lifts the t-shirt he borrowed the night before, letting it fall to the floor. Dane is consistently amazed by her natural beauty, captivated by her round breasts and well-formed nipples, which brazenly beckon to be touched. He knows the warm water will undoubtedly accentuate those lovely nipples, causing them to swell slightly. Hmmm… will her soapy hands further arouse her?

The shower beckons, offering an escape from the pressures of the upcoming day. It's her last chance to immerse herself in an environment, a world where she can temporarily set aside her worries and responsibilities. The warm, sensual rain will envelop her head and caress her face, nurturing her every curve and crevice. It will shower her with attention, catering to her every desire.

He continues to watch the dimples in Camille’s ass cheek as she enters the shower. He catches a glimpse of the mound between her legs as she leans in to check the water temperature. There’s something magical about the line created where her beautiful ass and muscular legs meet. Perhaps it’s because it’s the gateway to the warmest, wettest, tightest place he knows on earth. Or maybe it draws him in the same way the shower draws her. He dismisses the thought. The shower couldn’t possibly be that good, he thinks.

She pops open the shower gel, the sharp sound of its release igniting a primal arousal within him. He knows she will soon begin rubbing her body, every inch of it, against the shower walls.

The shower stereo crackles to life, and the music begins. As her mind wanders, her hands embark on a ritual. This is when she pulls out the classics, those songs they only seem to listen to during this time of day. Today’s selection appears to be a Rat Pack channel, featuring Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon.” The lyrics, “Lovely… don’t you ever change… mmm… mmm… I love you just the way you look tonight,” seem almost ironic, considering his clandestine pursuit of her to the restaurant table last night. The songs continue, and he rolls to his side, eager to witness her movements through the glass.

Dean Martin’s “Sway” fills the shower, and Dane has to sit up to get a better look of Camille’s captivating movements. She’s swaying and dancing, embodying the lyrics: “Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you… make me feel as only you know how… sway me smooth… sway me nowww.”

Feeling his gaze upon her, she turns to face him. With a playful smile, she squeezes her breasts together with her arms while pulling both hands inside her thighs. Turning back around, she continues her singing and dancing, her ass cheeks moving up and down in a tantalizing display. Then, to heighten the tease, she leans toward the wall and, reaching through her legs, pulls her hand slowly across her tightly-cropped pussy.

Whether for effect or simply for her own pleasure, she repeats the action. This time, her fingers separate her lips, pulling them back and forth with a quick flurry of finger-rolling around her little button. Then her hand moves back in front of her.

Like a moth to a flame, Dane knew it was time to get a little closer… no, a lot closer. As he walks across the floor, Camille leans back against the back wall of the large glass shower. Her feet are spread just enough for the water falling from above to roll over the top of her abdomen, creating rivulets as it worked its way around and over her now swollen lips. It was intoxicating.

That image plays over and over in his head when he’s at work or driving down the highway. The scenes of her smiling seductively while singing, swaying her ass back and forth, and touching herself. They always seem to pop up in a way that makes his mind wander from whatever else he might be doing.

Like last week. He had passed two exits in a row while driving, all because he was thinking about that morning’s escapade. He had woken up to her rubbing herself and looking at him with lust in her eyes. Couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that! He rolled between her thighs. As he looked up, he watched her squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples. Gazing at her, he slowly licked her slit up and down and teasingly sucked her clit until she came.

This morning was going to be just as good. Dane stood at the glass door, slowly nodding his head up and down, encouraging her to continue her soapy finger work. He took off his t-shirt and stood watching for a second as she took long strokes around the outer lips of her pussy.

He pulled the band of his boxers over his growing stiffness. In response, she began rubbing two fingers around the protruding bump at the top of her pinkness. He continued to watch. She moved her hand in small, rough circles. He could see her mound swelling, her lips opening like an erotic flower. She began rolling her hips back and forth. Occasionally, she made long sweeps from the top of her beautiful ass to the sensitive spot between the end of her crease and her ass. Every few strokes she would press a finger, then two, into her hole.

Now Dane was aching as well, yearning for nothing more than to step inside the shower. He wanted to lift her up, push her back against the wall, and bounce her up and down on his throbbing cock. But instead he waited… and he watched. He saw the hunger in her eyes as she rolled her clit between her fingers. She squeezed it as she pushed and pulled a finger along either side.

He began slowly stroking from the very tip of his glans to the base of his cock in front of the glass. He directed Camille to turn around and press her ass to the glass so that he could see her up close. She turned and pressed her wet lips against the glass. She continued to diddle her clit, forcing her ass to move up and down against the glass. Then she began pressing harder, highlighting her asshole and the inner lips of her pussy.

She turned her head back and to the left to look at his reaction. He was pressing his engorged cock against the glass to the left of her ass, giving her something to look at as well. He mouthed to her to put her fingers inside, and she complied, sinking two deep into her wetness. She kept her eyes on him standing naked on the other side of the glass.

Then he motioned for Camille to put one finger in her ass. She put a few fingers of her right hand in her mouth, then reached behind her. Easily, she inserted up to the first knuckle of her middle finger into her soapy asshole. All the while her fingers pumped in and out of her slippery slit. Her eyes and mouth opened wider, as if she were being careful not to mess something precarious up.

Like a moth to a flame, Dane knew it was time for him to get a little closer… no, a lot closer. As he walked across the floor, Camille leaned back against the back wall of the large glass shower. Her feet were spread just enough for the water falling from above to roll over the top of her abdomen. It created rivulets as it worked its way around and over her now swollen lips. It was intoxicating.

That sort of image plays over and over in his head when he is at work or driving down the highway. The images of her smiling at him seductively while singing; swaying her ass back and forth, and touching herself. They always seem to pop up in a way that makes his mind wander from whatever else he might be doing.

Like last week. He had passed two exits in a row while driving, all because he was thinking about that morning’s escapade. He had woken up to her rubbing herself and looking at him with want in her eyes. Couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that! He rolled between her thighs. As he looked up, he watched her squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples. Gazing at her, he slowly licked her slit up and down and teasingly sucked her clit until she came.

This morning was going to be just as great. Dane stood at the glass door slowly nodding his head up and down, making her continue her soapy finger work. He took off his t-shirt and stood watching for a second as she took long strokes around the outer lips of her pussy.

He pulled the band of his boxers over his growing stiffness. In response, she began rubbing two fingers around the protruding bump at the top of her pinkness. He continued to watch. She moved her hand in small rough circles. He could see her mound swelling, her lips opening like an erotic flower. She began rolling her hips back and forth. Occasionally, she made long sweeps from the top of her beautiful ass to the sensitive spot between the end of her crease and her ass. Every few strokes she would press a finger, then two, into her hole.

Now Dane was aching as well, wanting nothing more than to step inside the shower. He wanted to lift her up, push her back against the wall, and bounce her up and down on his throbbing cock. But instead he waited… and he watched. He saw the hunger in her eyes as she rolled her clit between her fingers. She squeezed it as she pushed and pulled a finger along either side.

He began slowly stroking from the very tip of his glans to the base of his cock in front of the glass. He directed Camille to turn around and press her ass to the glass so that he could see her up close. She turned and pressed her wet lips against the glass. She continued to diddle her clit, forcing her ass to move up and down against the glass. Then she began pressing harder, highlighting her asshole and the inner lips of her pussy.

She turned her head back and to the left to look at his reaction. He was pressing his engorged cock against the glass to the left of her ass, giving her something to look at as well. He mouthed to her to put her fingers inside, and she complied, sinking two deep into her wetness. She kept her eyes on him standing naked on the other side of the glass.

Then he motioned for Camille to put one finger in her ass. She put a few fingers of her right hand in her mouth, then reached behind her. Easily, she inserted up to the first knuckle of her middle finger into her soapy asshole. All the while her fingers pumped in and out of her slippery slit. Her eyes and mouth opened wider, as if she were being careful not to mess something precarious up.

Like a moth to a flame, Dane knew it was time for him to get a little closer… no, a lot closer. As he walked across the floor, Camille leaned back against the back wall of the large glass shower. Her feet were spread just enough for the water falling from above to roll over the top of her abdomen. It created rivulets as it worked its way around and over her now swollen lips. It was intoxicating.

That sort of image plays over and over in his head when he is at work or driving down the highway. The images of her smiling at him seductively while singing; swaying her ass back and forth, and touching herself. They always seem to pop up in a way that makes his mind wander from whatever else he might be doing.

Like last week. He had passed two exits in a row while driving, all because he was thinking about that morning’s escapade. He had woken up to her rubbing herself and looking at him with want in her eyes. Couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that! He rolled between her thighs. As he looked up, he watched her squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples. Gazing at her, he slowly licked her slit up and down and teasingly sucked her clit until she came.

This morning was going to be just as great. Dane stood at the glass door slowly nodding his head up and down, making her continue her soapy finger work. He took off his t-shirt and stood watching for a second as she took long strokes around the outer lips of her pussy.

He pulled the band of his boxers over his growing stiffness. In response, she began rubbing two fingers around the protruding bump at the top of her pinkness. He continued to watch. She moved her hand in small rough circles. He could see her mound swelling, her lips opening like an erotic flower. She began rolling her hips back and forth. Occasionally, she made long sweeps from the top of her beautiful ass to the sensitive spot between the end of her crease and her ass. Every few strokes she would press a finger, then two, into her hole.

Now Dane was aching as well, wanting nothing more than to step inside the shower. He wanted to lift her up, push her back against the wall, and bounce her up and down on his throbbing cock. But instead he waited… and he watched. He saw the hunger in her eyes as she rolled her clit between her fingers. She squeezed it as she pushed and pulled a finger along either side.

He began slowly stroking from the very tip of his glans to the base of his cock in front of the glass. He directed Camille to turn around and press her ass to the glass so that he could see her up close. She turned and pressed her wet lips against the glass. She continued to diddle her clit, forcing her ass to move up and down against the glass. Then she began pressing harder, highlighting her asshole and the inner lips of her pussy.

She turned her head back and to the left to look at his reaction. He was pressing his engorged cock against the glass to the left of her ass, giving her something to look at as well. He mouthed to her to put her fingers inside, and she complied, sinking two deep into her wetness. She kept her eyes on him standing naked on the other side of the glass.

Then he motioned for Camille to put one finger in her ass. She put a few fingers of her right hand in her mouth, then reached behind her. Easily, she inserted up to the first knuckle of her middle finger into her soapy asshole. All the while her fingers pumped in and out of her slippery slit. Her eyes and mouth opened wider, as if she were being careful not to mess something precarious up.

Like a moth to a flame, Dane knew it was time for him to get a little closer… no, a lot closer. As he walked across the floor, Camille leaned back against the back wall of the large glass shower. Her feet were spread just enough for the water falling from above to roll over the top of her abdomen. It created rivulets as it worked its way around and over her now swollen lips. It was intoxicating.

That sort of image plays over and over in his head when he is at work or driving down the highway. The images of her smiling at him seductively while singing; swaying her ass back and forth, and touching herself. They always seem to pop up in a way that makes his mind wander from whatever else he might be doing.

Like last week. He had passed two exits in a row while driving, all because he was thinking about that morning’s escapade. He had woken up to her rubbing herself and looking at him with want in her eyes. Couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that! He rolled between her thighs. As he looked up, he watched her squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples. Gazing at her, he slowly licked her slit up and down and teasingly sucked her clit until she came.

This morning was going to be just as great. Dane stood at the glass door slowly nodding his head up and down, making her continue her soapy finger work. He took off his t-shirt and stood watching for a second as she took long strokes around the outer lips of her pussy.

He pulled the band of his boxers over his growing stiffness. In response, she began rubbing two fingers around the protruding bump at the top of her pinkness. He continued to watch. She moved her hand in small rough circles. He could see her mound swelling, her lips opening like an erotic flower. She began rolling her hips back and forth. Occasionally, she made long sweeps from the top of her beautiful ass to the sensitive spot between the end of her crease and her ass. Every few strokes she would press a finger, then two, into her hole.

Now Dane was aching as well, wanting nothing more than to step inside the shower. He wanted to lift her up, push her back against the wall, and bounce her up and down on his throbbing cock. But instead he waited… and he watched. He saw the hunger in her eyes as she rolled her clit between her fingers. She squeezed it as she pushed and pulled a finger along either side.

He began slowly stroking from the very tip of his glans to the base of his cock in front of the glass. He directed Camille to turn around and press her ass to the glass so that he could see her up close. She turned and pressed her wet lips against the glass. She continued to diddle her clit, forcing her ass to move up and down against the glass. Then she began pressing harder, highlighting her asshole and the inner lips of her pussy.

She turned her head back and to the left to look at his reaction. He was pressing his engorged cock against the glass to the left of her ass, giving her something to look at as well. He mouthed to her to put her fingers inside, and she complied, sinking two deep into her wetness. She kept her eyes on him standing naked on the other side of the glass.

Then he motioned for Camille to put one finger in her ass. She put a few fingers of her right hand in her mouth, then reached behind her. Easily, she inserted up to the first knuckle of her middle finger into her soapy asshole. All the while her fingers pumped in and out of her slippery slit. Her eyes and mouth opened wider, as if she were being careful not to mess something precarious up.

Like a moth to a flame, Dane knew it was time for him to get a little closer… no, a lot closer. As he walked across the floor, Camille leaned back against the back wall of the large glass shower. Her feet were spread just enough for the water falling from above to roll over the top of her abdomen. It created rivulets as it worked its way around and over her now swollen lips. It was intoxicating.

That sort of image plays over and over in his head when he is at work or driving down the highway. The images of her smiling at him seductively while singing; swaying her ass back and forth, and touching herself. They always seem to pop up in a way that makes his mind wander from whatever else he might be doing.

Like last week. He had passed two exits

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