Morning Steam Secrets

The scent of lavender and pine hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort in our master bathroom. Kat usually took her showers in the dead of night, a ritual she claimed helped her unwind after a long day. I, on the other hand, reveled in the revitalizing heat of a morning shower, a way to kickstart my day with a jolt of energy. This routine worked beautifully, giving us both the privacy we craved. We'd often let each other undisturbed in the sanctuary of the shower, indulging in moments of solitary pleasure, whether it was a quick self-pleasure session with our favorite shower massager or simply enjoying the sensation of a rotating face scrubber against our clitoris. It wasn’t uncommon for Kat to emerge from her nightly cleansing, feeling refreshed and ready for bed, sharing her experience with me before drifting off to sleep. And I, too, would often begin my mornings with a touch of self-indulgence, letting the warmth of the water awaken my desires.

Yesterday, I had risen early, eager to immerse myself in the comforting heat of the shower. Kat, as always, remained nestled in bed, oblivious to my intentions until I returned with our steaming mugs of coffee. As the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the lingering aroma of the shower, I felt a familiar surge of anticipation. My hard-on, a persistent visitor in these situations, refused to subside. So, after completing my usual shower tasks – the cleansing wash, the invigorating shampoo, and the meticulous shave – I decided to prolong the pleasure, dedicating a few moments to satisfying my own needs.

I positioned myself against the cool tiles of the shower wall, my back arched slightly, and began to stroke myself with deliberate care. Images of Kat, naked and vulnerable in the morning light, flashed through my mind. The way she shed her clothes, revealing her smooth skin to the cool air, the slow, languid stretch as she extended her arms and legs, and the captivating curve of her magnificent tits. It was a scene I anticipated with fervent desire. I moved slowly, savoring each sensation, mindful of the time, and determined not to rush the experience.

Just as I was lost in my own world, a sudden flush of water signaled Kat’s unexpected arrival. We have a robust shower curtain, designed to maintain privacy, but I couldn’t help but feel a thrill course through me as I realized she had entered the bathroom without my knowledge. The excitement intensified as I considered the possibilities: would she simply retreat back to bed, or would she indulge in a closer inspection of my morning ritual? As if summoned by my thoughts, a hand reached out from behind the shower curtain, slowly opening it to reveal Kat standing just beyond. She was completely nude, her body gleaming with moisture, and her gaze locked onto me. The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of the running water. Neither of us spoke, lost in the shared anticipation.

As she gradually backed away, she settled onto the toilet lid, her eyes never leaving me. I continued my slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the moment, aware that she was observing every movement, every pulse of pleasure. At this point, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, extending the experience beyond just myself. The pace slowed further, allowing me to fully immerse myself in the sensation, focusing on the connection between us. Occasionally, I would open my eyes and meet Kat's gaze, finding her focused intently on my hand and my erect member. She never broke eye contact, her expression unreadable.

The next time I opened my eyes, Kat had shifted her position, her legs wide apart, her hands gently massaging her breasts. The movement was deliberate, inviting, drawing my attention to her ample curves. Then, her hand moved downwards, sliding along her stomach, pausing momentarily before continuing its descent. Finally, she brought her hand up, caressing her glistening pussy, a blatant invitation that sent shivers down my spine. It was an undeniable signal, a clear desire that demanded a response. I couldn’t resist the pull, and my gaze followed her movements, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of her touch.

As I continued to watch, Kat slowly rose from the toilet seat and made her way toward the shower. I remained unsure of her intentions, wondering if she intended to join me in the water or simply observe from a safe distance. Instead, she knelt down in front of the tub, her knees pressed firmly against the cool tiles. She then leaned back, resting her hands on her thighs, exposing her entire body to my scrutiny. Finally, she looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and uttered the words that would forever change our morning routine: “Cum all over me.”

With a surge of adrenaline, I stepped forward, determined to fulfill her request. My hand moved swiftly, reaching out to grasp the shower rod overhead and pulling myself as far out into the water as possible. Kat's eyes followed my every move, her gaze fixated on my cock as it strained against my grip. I could feel her anticipation building, her breath quickening, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. The tension reached its peak, and I released my grip, allowing my body to hang suspended in the water, vulnerable and exposed. The next moment, I began to cum, the force of my arousal sending waves of pleasure through my body. As I came, Kat tilted her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy, savoring the sensation of my hot ejaculate against her skin.

I released my member, letting go of the shower rod, and leaned back against the wall, exhausted but exhilarated. Kat sat up, her legs slowly straightening as she rose to her feet. She then proceeded to engage in a simultaneous act of self-gratification, using one hand to gently rub her breasts while simultaneously pulling the shower curtain closed. As she turned to leave, she paused at the doorway and uttered a playful command: “Hurry up and finish, I need some coffee.” The playful tone of her words served as a final reminder of her desire, leaving me both satisfied and yearning for more.

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