Steamy Shower Love

Kitten

I love my kitten
Pleasurable and charming.
She has soft, plump breasts
And two wet, open lips
When she gasps, I feel foxy.

Kali was already home by the time I got to our downtown Ottawa apartment. She was in the shower, and I could see the steam drifting out from under the bathroom door and hear her singing something beautiful in Hindi. She had a gorgeous voice, the kind that would make you shiver and the hair on the back of your neck stand up. I was sweaty after hockey, so I stood in the hallway to get out of my dirty clothes and then snuck into the bathroom. We had a large glass shower stall with a bench inside. The glass was steamed, but I could still make out the shape of my sexy, slender yet voluptuous girlfriend, her long black hair loose, wet, and hanging down between her shapely buttocks. With practised vigilance, I quietly entered the stall and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my breasts flattening against her back. Kali’s song abruptly stopped, but she sighed, relaxed, back into my embrace.

‘Hi, Momma,’ she purred as my hand stroked up her soft, brown belly—past the belly-button piercing (her current choice: a golden snake weaving out of both sides of the piercing, its tail wrapped around a glimmering emerald gem) and up to cup one smooth, full breast with their reddish-brown, perky nipples. I was pressing my mons against her gorgeous ass. Touching her like this was already making me wet. I loved her slight accent, still distinct—and to me, sexy—after all these years of living in Canada.

‘My sweet kitten,’ I murmured into her ear, gently nibbling on her ear as the hand that was not busy stroking her breast moved down to part the curly black nest of hair between her legs and split her pussy lips apart with my finger. I swirled my thumb teasingly around her little clit, just enough that she whimpered and moved her hips against my hand—before I took my hands away and let my girlfriend turn to face me in my arms. She wrapped her own around my neck, arms still covered in faint reddish henna patterns, fading from a cousin’s recent wedding. (When she’d brought some home and asked me to paint designs on her breasts, too, I had to agree. The flowers covering them were more recent and still quite bold.)

‘I missed you,’ she breathed against my lips before giving me a velvety kiss. Her lips were softened by the shower water and steam, and were pliant and mellow on mine. The feeling of her smaller breasts pressed against my pale, larger ones was wonderful. I always loved the softness of her body beside me, touching me, skin to skin. I cupped her face and kissed her more deeply, making her breath come quicker and a faint moan rise from her throat.

I went to my knees in front of her, kissing my way down from kissing and sucking at her breasts, to tonguing that beautiful golden piercing in her belly-button. I took my time so when I finally got my way to her pussy, Kali was trembling. My fingers spread her apart and a shudder went through her body. As my mouth moved towards her pussy, I felt her fingers entangle themselves in my short, yellow-blonde hair as she widened her stance.