Chapter 19: Morning Shower

The glass doors to the shower were frosted. All I could see was the outline of Dorothy’s gorgeous form. She had her arms up, rinsing her hair. It made her outline more seductive than otherwise. Her breast jutted upward, and her back swayed, sticking her mons out. She turned with a start, startled when I opened the door and started to step in. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought that I might wash those hard-to-reach spots on your back,” I answered, stepping into the water spray with her.

She looked so much better in person than through the frosted glass. The water created small waterfalls off both of her breasts. That which didn’t go over the teardrop falls went through the valley between the two teardropped mounds. A funneled stream continued down over her stomach. The flow had a slight disturbance going into and around her belly button. But again, further down, the short, curly brown hair slowed the raging stream spreading out and floating the hairs. The widened flow split; most of it passed out and around her fattened folds. Ultimately, it ran down her smooth thighs. I noticed it flowed down her shapely legs. The other flow went between plump clamshells. It traveled over her protective hood before disappearing into the valley that interested me. Or at least that which it ran over did.

I put my hands on her slick wet shoulders, slowly stroking up them, up her neck, and then back to where her petite shoulder’s roundness became her upper arm. Going down and over her shoulder blades, I brushed along their edge to the sharp curve of her spine. Finding her vertebra, I ran the flat of my hand. I locked into my memory the contrast in the silkiness of her wet skin and the sharp elevations of her vertebra it covered. The third time, caressing the small of her back and the sides over her hips, Dorothy said, “Mmmm ... that feels good, but don’t you need some soap?”

“Yeah, I’m sure at some point in time I will. But for now, I think I just want to enjoy how luxurious you feel with nothing added. I mean, how can I not spend as much time as possible just holding and caressing an absolutely gorgeous body like yours?” I stepped forward so my body could press against hers. My dick was high in her ass crack as my hands circled around to the front of her. The water that had been running down her stomach no longer got to her cunt. But it fell over my fingers as I caressed her. Dorothy stood there, melting into me. She purred like a kitten, and her breasts were lifted only slightly as my palms cupped them. I extended my fingers up to her now-hardened nipples. It wasn’t only my hands raising her breasts, but she pushed them out, and her heavy breathing raised and lowered them even further.

With my hands fondling the front of her, Dorothy reached behind her. She searched about and found my balls. They were cupped and gently squeezed. The moaned excitement she felt, both from my nuts and the hands that grazed over her front, emanated from her. Once again, I spun her around this time to face me. As she turned, my cock skimmed over her hip and down across her haired vulva. It left my cockhead pressed into her belly button with my balls resting on the purple spots of her labia.

Looking her into her eyes, next my loving touch went further up her neck. With a featherlight embrace of her pretty face’s cheeks, my soul was captured in her eyes. I continued my earlier thought and said, “And this exquisite body has an even more alluring face. One that can brighten up any day.”

Dorothy stared at me. Her face radiated the brightness I had just described. It had that, along with the look of caring and love that should’ve been accompanied by a movie soundtrack’s emotional strings score. She said, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” I asked.

She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, “Make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. When I know just in the other room is a stunning redhead. One that anyone would take over me any day. A woman that you’ve been with and has a body that most of us women would kill to have. She probably knows how to make you feel fabulous without even thinking about it whereas I have to be told what to do.”

Seeing as I thought both women were extremely attractive and would never pick between the two. I went with my best obfuscation for the answer, “Most people are stupid. And guys, when it comes to women, are complete idiots.” I put my lips to hers shortly thereafter, not letting her bring up how I hadn’t really answered her question.

My arms were wrapped around her neck, feeling the water beat down on us. She slid her hands along my side and down over my ass, cupping both cheeks. Dorothy pulled me hard into her. She ground her clit on the base of my dick as the water continued beating down on us. The tongue dance took on new urgency. When she let go of my butt and hung on my shoulder. Her legs slowly went up and one at a time wrapped my hips. She locked her feet behind my ass as she climbed on me.

She pulled up high enough for her breasts to be put to my lips and her available pussyhole to line with my cockhead. She slowly eased herself down. I felt the lightly lubed passage grip my dick more than before. She didn’t have the required amount of lube for fucking. Evidently, before I got into the shower, she had flushed her vagina with a ton of water, getting my old cum out of her. In the process, she had washed away her old lube and any that had accumulated since this morning.

My pupil moved down my rod quickly, groaning the whole time. The sensation was the erotic pain of my sensitive flesh being grated by that, which should have been a greased plush glove. Dorothy winched as she rode up and down me twice and grew a little slicker with her movements. I stopped her before she could do a third roundtrip up and down my rod, “Dorothy stop.” I lifted her fully off my rod.

She wiggled, attempting to get back onto my rod. “No, I want to ... Don’t you want me anymore?”

“Most definitely I do,” I assured her. “But right now you’re not ready. And while it will feel wonderful now, later one of us will likely not be able to do anything.”

“Oh, that would be bad. As is, I’m not sure if I can finish the weekend as planned,” she commented.

“I’m sure you can. Right now you just need a bit of preparation,” I said as a bit of encouragement.

“How do you plan on that?” She asked, the water bouncing off her head.

“Trust me, you’ll be fine,” I stated, being intentionally vague. I gave her a quick peck before I attached my lips to her graceful neck. I kissed and tasted her water-washed skin. Following the flowing water, my lips were awash with warm water, every time they contacted her upper chest. Her puffed marshmallow nipple with its pencil eraser protrusion found its way to my lips. Disturbing the small waterfall, my tongue wrapped it once captured within my mouth. The push that had been on my ass was now on my head as a pull. She again wanted more of a connection than mere skin-on-skin. She wanted parts fully joined as one. There was a deep groan with the press and her thrusting out of her tit. I too let out a small, “Mmm,” which encouraged her to cram more tit into my already wide-open mouth.

The oral manipulation of her nipple and slow caresses along her backside and the back of her thighs were not enough for Dorothy. She guided my hand from her thigh and ass, sliding it further up. She slid it further up her body and around the front. The back of my hand was covered by hers as her other breast was elevated slightly, cupped in my palm. Her light squeeze on the back of my hand was none too subtle of a hint. She wanted her nipple caressed and rolled, one hand on her ass being plenty.

Dorothy moaned at the manipulation of both her tits and nipples at the same time. With the moan, she arched, projecting more of her breast into my hand and mouth. My position didn’t change for over a minute as I reveled in the composition of the tit in my mouth. Her trembled excitement added to the erotism of the moment. But she had other plans, and like my hand, she guided my lips through the torrent of water running in her cleavage to where my hand was replaced. Not needing her guidance, I brought the other one up to the abandoned saliva-washed tit. Her thigh and ass cheek were the recipients of her largesse. They were caressed and titillated as I sucked on the new breast.

The new breasts tasted just as good as the one I had left. It too was crammed through my lips, and once again I had over a mouthful of breast meat. Gradually, I ejected the flesh from between my lips. I made it evident that my plan was to go lower. My lips were sucking small morsels on the underside of her tit, leaving it to only the water coming from the showerhead. On her stomach, the kisses continued, and fingers that had been brushing the back of her water-drenched thighs slowly moved inward. Inside her thighs, not only did they caress the silken flesh, getting closer up to her clamshells, but they widened her thighs at the same time.

Not concerned with the hotel’s ability to supply hot water, I lazily kiss my way down around her trembling stomach. Her ab muscles tightened and moved in waves as I probed her navel. I ran my tongue along its edges, her stomach undulating, trying to escape the tickling sensation that it brought. Fully aware of where it was leading, Dorothy became impatient and started gently nudging my head downward.

With her gentle guidance, I slowly went down through the fur on her vulva, taking my time still spreading her thighs further apart. When I got to the apex of the haired clamshells with the button that lay just inside, I could finally smell her exquisite aroma. No longer even slightly bashful, she said, “Oh yes, eat me. I want to feel your tongue in me ... Oh yeah, on my clit.”

I was beginning to think maybe Penelope was right. I was slowly creating a monster. She pushed ever harder, on the top of my head, working me further down her slit. While she pushed, I went to my knees. I lifted her leg, resting her thigh on my shoulder. Her slit opened up for my oral assault of her glorious-tasting cunt. My tongue ran along the smooth inside of the folds that were slowly filling. Her wetness had begun in earnest. Up and back, I nibbled and pulled on the folds with my teeth. Between nibbles and light tugs, I brushed my tongue down the center of her deep pink, thin flaps.

On two occasions, despite the shortness of her curly brown pubic hair, one got caught between my teeth, acting as dental floss. The hair stayed caught as it was plucked free from its root. Dorothy winched and whined and rapidly pulled back from my mouth each time a hair got caught. I made sure to smother the outer fold with soothing kisses when that occurred.

Being diligent in the way in which I was tongue-fucking her made Dorothy whine. “More ... I so want your tongue in me,” she continued begging. I, though, intentionally stuffed my tongue in her once every couple of minutes. Three fillings of her vagina were all I’d do before I left, going back to the folds and valley between them. All the while, making sure I avoided her clit as well. She got more boisterous every time I would plunge my tongue in and then leave. I’m sure she was loud enough that Penelope heard her when she bellowed, “Damn it, John, fuck me with your tongue. I need it in me, bad.” I had succeeded at my goal of getting her ready for my cock. With each lick along her folds or tongue buried deep in her passage, the taste of her juice was less and less diluted. Soon the taste was the same as the night before, without the extra hint of my cum.

My chin was resting on her fattened labia when I said, “I was thinking of this instead.” And I quickly encased her clit between my lips.

If Penelope had not heard her the time before, Dorothy’s wailed, “Oh God, yes, like that,” was surely heard. Her clit was now my main focus. I flicked and licked all around the hard nub as she pumped her pussy into my face.

As I pleasured her clit, her legs seemed to tremble and get weaker. The hands on the back of my head pressed a little less severely, and she leaned back, using the shower wall for support. Her humping at my face continued as she thrust and rolled her hips, making sure her whole pleasure button was covered. Dorothy didn’t last long before her legs basically gave out, and she was fully supported by my shoulder and the wall. The ab muscles of her stomach were wildly contracting as she rotated and shoved her pelvis forward hard into my lips. Between big gasps, she bellowed out, “Oh shit I’m cumming,” and excitedly bounced about as my lips and tongue swiped over and around her button until she was totally overwrought.

Her vagina was fully coated, and I slid out from under her, holding her up the whole time. Turning her, I helped position her arms flat over her head, and she pressed her forehead against the shower wall, supporting her. I held up her hips, lining my still solid cock at her now greased passage, and began impaling her slowly. I pushed through her once again small love canal, widening it with my cockhead. Its velvet walls buffeted me as they gave way. Having my dick fully ensconced in her, my pelvis was pressed firmly to her sweetly rounded butt. Again, she groaned out, “Oh yes, I love it when you fill me.”

I let her know that I, too, found filling her extremely pleasurable, saying, “God, I love being in you. You’re so incredible.” My initial insertion and withdrawal of our lovemaking were gentle and slow. But it picked up pace as we continued. Her vagina, still in the throes of her earlier climax, contracted and milked at my cock with its hot velveteen walls. I pumped in and out of her, and she slowly rolled her hips and pushed back against the wall, doing what she could to get more of me up her.

The shower stall was filled with our gasps, moans, and the wet slaps of my pelvis on her ass. The slaps were followed shortly by the higher-pitched smack of my balls on her already hickeyed labia. The sounds surely emanated out of the bathroom, as Dorothy was far from quiet. Her “Oh God’s” and “Fuck me harder” requests demonstrated she had lost most of the propriety she had just the day before. I kind of thought the extra boisterous crying out and grunts were Dorothy’s less catty way of letting Penelope know I was hers, at least that weekend. The proof was, I was in the shower fucking her, instead of out on the bed enjoying the woman, Dorothy knew I had screwed before.