Steam & Secrets in the Shower

I was sprawled across the king-sized bed, lost in the digital world of my phone, when Ann’s voice sliced through my half-hearted scrolling. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announced, her tone nonchalant as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

I barely glanced up, dismissing it as simply a statement of fact. Ann didn’t require verbal confirmation for her daily rituals. But then, a mischievous glint entered her eyes, and she added, “I’m going to shower—by myself.”

That snagged my attention. It wasn't the shower itself, but the implication behind it, the deliberate isolation. Still, I remained motionless, letting her proceed, figuring she’d find her solitude before any potential interaction. But as I caught her moving, not towards the bathroom, but directly toward my side of the bed, the realization hit me like a jolt of electricity: she had a plan. Her signature smirk, the one that radiated an unmistakable sense of knowing exactly what she was about to do, confirmed my suspicions. With a swift, practiced movement, she pulled open my nightstand drawer and retrieved her favorite pleasure device, a sleek, black silicone vibrator, its power switch gleaming under the dim light.

And there she was, completely unclad, her body swaying gently as she moved away from the bed. At the doorway to the bathroom, she paused, turning back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with an almost predatory excitement, and said, “Well, I guess I’ll just be taking care of myself in the shower then.”

That was my cue. Without hesitation, I launched myself from the bed, grabbing a bottle of high-vis, flavored lube from the drawer next to my nightstand. By the time I reached the bathroom, she was already pulling the shower curtain closed, a silent invitation to join her in her private sanctuary.

I pulled back the curtain, revealing a steamy, fragrant atmosphere filled with the scent of lavender and coconut. She stood beneath the downpour, water cascading over her skin, her body glistening in the dim light. Her gaze locked onto mine, a challenge in her eyes. “Oh, did you have plans, too?” she asked, tilting her head with an air of playful curiosity.

With a deep breath, I stepped into the shower, the warm water instantly enveloping me. “I figured we could both enjoy ourselves,” I replied, my voice low and laced with anticipation, my eyes never leaving hers. There was no need for further conversation; the unspoken desire hung heavy in the humid air.

Leaning back against the tiled wall, I watched as she reached for a small bottle of the same coconut-scented oil I’d just grabbed. Her left hand wrapped firmly around my erect member, while her right hand deftly manipulated the switch on her vibrator, sending pulses of intense stimulation directly to her clitoris. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned her head against my shoulder, tucking her face into the crook of my neck, her body swaying rhythmically with the vibrations.

Her hand around me began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that intensified with each pass, each squeeze sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body radiating through my shirt, while my other hand instinctively descended to her rear, tracing the curve of her hips and the smoothness of her skin. The scent of coconut intensified, mingling with the natural musk of her sweat, creating an intoxicating blend that heightened my senses. As the vibe worked its magic, I could feel her legs begin to tremble, anticipating the impending climax. I knew that her standing orgasms were legendary, capable of sending her into a frenzy of pleasure, and damn it, I was relishing every moment of her preparation, savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

Then, she abruptly pulled back, breaking the connection. Her head lifted from my shoulder as she turned, her eyes searching my face, seeking my approval. A slow, teasing smile spread across her lips, and my hand followed suit, sliding from her neck to her torso, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. She leaned into my touch for a moment, drawing pleasure from the sensation, but then she took control, gently but firmly guiding my hand down, under her perfect ass, straight to her soaked pussy.

My fingers traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, lingering over her swollen lips. With a confident flick of the wrist, I slipped a finger inside her, finding the perfect angle, but it wasn’t quite right. She shifted her weight slightly, signaling her desire for something different. So, I pulled out, adjusting my position, and delivered a firm, affirmative thumbs-up, ready for her to grind down.

And she did. Her ass wiggled in anticipation, finding her spot, and the vibrator continued its relentless assault on her clitoris. I could feel her entire body vibrating, lost in the throes of her own pleasure. My cock was throbbing, completely untouched by her actions, just from the sheer intensity of her arousal. Wrapping one arm around her front to steady her, my other hand pressed beneath her, holding her tight as her legs began to buckle. She was so close, so close to reaching the peak of ecstasy, and I was completely lost in the experience, unable to tear my eyes away from her. As she finally succumbed to the inevitable climax, a torrent of waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and spent. Her pussy clenched around my thumb, and she let out a series of primal moans, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

When she finally collapsed against me, trembling and exhausted, I slipped my thumb from her grasp and brought it straight to my mouth, eager to savor the lingering taste of her pleasure. She took a deep, shuddering breath, shutting off the vibrator, and turned to face me, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability. “I suppose you’d like me to take care of that?” she asked with a knowing smirk, but it wasn’t a question; it was an invitation.

She stepped in close, her soft, wet breasts pressing against my side, her hips swaying in time with her ragged breathing. One hand slid down to my ass while the other wrapped around me, stroking slowly, teasingly, drawing me deeper into her intoxicating embrace.

I didn't hesitate. With a final surge of adrenaline, I exploded, groaning as I shot rope after rope against the shower curtain, my body shaking with the force of my release. Her body pressed against mine, clinging to me as she arched her back, her pleasure escalating with each thrust.

She leaned in, kissing my cheek lightly before turning away casually to rinse off, leaving me standing there, drenched in water, my heart pounding in my chest, my senses still reeling from the intense experience. As I stood alone in the steamy shower, the scent of coconut and lavender lingering in the air, all I could think about was her, the exquisite feeling of her body pressed against mine, the taste of her on my lips. Another memory burned into my brain, one I knew I would replay countless times, savoring every detail, every sensation.

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