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Then, as I opened my eyes to look once more I found Amy had turned around. I immediately froze, my hand stopped beating away, leaving my cock aching for me to continue and finish what I started. My hand instantly began to stroke again, pleasing my hard cock as it returned to action. My breathing became a little labored as I watched Amy seemingly masturbating with the shower head. I rushed to my room, entered within and closed the door behind me. My hands shook slightly, my face grew red of shame and embarrassment, while my cock still stood proudly erect and sticking out of my pants. I lay there, closing my eyes and watching the re-enactment of Amy taking a shower as my hand continued to jerk my cock.
Fingering myself, my thumb frantically rubbing my clit, I recalled making love in the college locker rooms after swim practice: not the most romantic environment unless you enjoy chlorine mixed with body odor. An intense orgasm rocked my body for the second time since I’d got home. I almost felt guilty for neglecting Bob. He was still packed in my luggage but the memories of Stone had supplied plenty of fuel for my second orgasm. I was up to three fingers in my pussy, Bob still in my unpacked luggage like a relic from another time. But, suddenly, just like he’d said, my body finally relaxed and I became used to the fullness of his amazing cock in my ass.
Two thoughts went through my head, “I don’t want to go outside and I am going to sweat my ass off.” As I started walking toward the door Brian grabbed a medicine ball. I bent over trying to catch my breath and when I looked behind me, Brian was standing, smiling, and staring at my ass again, but he did not try to hide it like last time. Arched my back, propped my foot slightly on the wall which opened my legs a little bit wider, cupping my free hand over my pussy and opening the petals with two fingers so that I would feel the water glide over my ass as it mingled with the slickness between my legs.
While I applied pressure to my wounded soft spot, the powerful surging hot water running over my skin felt like wet fingers grabbing at me from every direction. The soft pink tissue yielded so easily underneath my fingers and I felt the jolts begin to intensify and that weighted anchor would surely be back in no time. I got completely naked, turned on the shower, placed down a thick towel, sat on the floor, strategically propped my device before me, and opened my legs. My hunger building, my body needing, aching, begging for relief and I was so thirsty for it, a soft moan escaped my throat, and was thankfully cloaked by the running shower water.
Of course I was hoping for an invitation but it just didn't happen and Joanne yawned and went up to her warm bed, leaving me with a pile of bedding on the lounge sofa. Joanne turned from me and let the water flow over her lathered hair. The odd thing is I felt like a little boy being washed by his mother, on the one hand, on the other, my hard horny dick felt like it was about to explode against her belly. "Nearly finished." she said and washed my scrotum like it was any other part of my body and then rubbed lather onto my throbbing erection. "Oh yes, let's!" replied Joanne with enthusiasm but I was not thinking of the film.
'My God', she thought, 'I'm horny all the freaking time now.' It was true: Michelle had always had a high sex drive, or so she thought, but ever since she had been double-teamed by her boyfriend, Leman and her ex, Eric, her libido had been through the roof! To anyone watching she would have been an incredibly erotic sight: Her long dark hair splayed against the white sheets and pillows and her tanned, sexy body completely nude and displayed like a waiting prize for anyone lucky enough to bear witness. Standing in the steamy shower, eyes closed as she soaped her naked body, Michelle began to fantasize about the mailman.
I reached through my legs with my left hand and changed from pushing at the base of my cock, somewhere in the depths of my groin, and instead slid the tip of my middle finger over my puckered hole, wriggling it over the tight folds of my star before using the lubrication of the soap to push my fingertip slowly into my tingling hole. Kat took her right hand away from the peg and splayed her fingers over her cunt and pulled her lips up, exposing her urethra and allowing her piss to jet across my face.
The boys sitting in front of Shea continued to talk about the hook up until they got off the bus. It was almost impossible for Shea to fall asleep that night with her thoughts about locker room sex keeping her awake, but after what seemed like forever, she finally fell asleep. After a few months of this, Shea finally had the courage to ask out the boy she had a crush on and have sex for the first time, which was even better than she imagined all those days in the shower after school. Years later, Shea wondered what would have happened if she never had a dream about vigorous sex in a locker room.
The drive home seems long, but your mind wonders back to the email you just read. You climb into the shower and feel the warmth hit your body. You run your hands over your shoulders as the water massages your back. You can feel the warm water run across your body, as he gently breathes by your left ear. Lowering his hands onto your stomach, you feel the warm water release and run between your legs. The warm water runs across your body, coating your wet pussy and down your leg. You grab onto the shower curtain as your body shakes. Your sensitive body shakes as the water drips across it.
Now, he was a few rows down from me, sitting at a table talking to a friend of mine about the way different wages and incomes work in different cultures. As I walked across the green, I decided a shower and some dinner would help me get into a better mind set to tackle those papers that were burning holes in my book bag. I ditched my bag immediately upon walking through the door and slowly pulled off my tee, not stopping a bit as I raced to the bathroom. I closed the curtain to the shower with one final look at the foggy mirror longing for the image to be real. I slowly slid my hand between my legs letting the foam run down my arm onto my slick pussy.
As I was driving home, I really felt like pulling my car over and reaching one hand up my skirt, feeling the tops of my black stockings and feeling my black knickers, stroking my warm pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure as I pictured him sharing the warm shower with me, holding me close to his naked body as his finger went further into me, stroking me harder and harder until I finally had to let myself go as I felt my body tremble. I was still very wet inside and as I opened my legs wider, I stroked my hard clit, flicking my two fingers over it, moaning and moving my head from side to side as I added more pressure to the movement.
My daughter had chosen some pretty hot friends to bring home but Gabriella… well, that girl was in a different league. "I'll just go and change," I called, whizzing past the hot young girls, a little too eagerly. Sliding the glass shower door along, I stepped into the cloud of steam, letting the hot water rain down onto my body. I imagined feeling how wet and hot her little snatch was as I forced the head of my dick inside of my tight, soapy fist. I needed to watch her lifting up her dress and pulling those little panties down around her ankles. Not believing that his hot beauty wanted me to wank over her.
He suckles on my tits as the water cascades down like a tropical waterfall and my hands are on his head gripping him tightly with fingers threaded in his wet hair. I’m pressed flat against the unforgiving surface and I move the massager directly on my clit like a hard cock, with relentless intensity, then slightly retreating, much like his rigid length sliding in and out of my tight slickness. I drop the massager, water haphazardly spraying the shower walls and my palms rest flat against the glass doors in front of me, as I try to regain my breath.
Grabbing the apricot body wash from my bag, I drizzled it down over my nipples, then lathered my taut torso, choosing to watch as it slid slowly over my blond mound, then down the front of my thighs toward my gym sneakers. Leaning up and foraging through my gym bag I could feel my thin black hair brush, then clutching at the bristles, I began thrusting the handle inside my wet hole. With my right hand squirting more of the apricot nectar upon my blond mound, I prized my pink lips open and rubbed down hard on my clit, slithering my finger from side to side on my swollen button, as the brush rammed deeper inside my thirst.
The way he touched her had made her feel like a sexual goddess, but in her mind she felt like she was just an innocent little virgin. After checking her hair was clean and shiny, she began massaging shower foam into her skin. She was massaging her thighs when she began to wonder how it would feel for Scott to eat fruit off her naked body. She turned the shower head towards the wall and sat on the seat her dad had installed, and then began to gently rub shaving foam onto her pubes. Wanting to see her freshly shaven pussy in all its glory, she grabbed the shower head and gently washed away the remainder of the shaving foam.
It is so hard, there is so much I love about it, but I feel like I’m never going to get it fast enough for them,” I nodded my head towards the manager’s office . No matter how hard I worked, it never feels like I make progress, and the feedback, or lack of from top management didn’t make things any easier for me. Mmmmm, that felt so nice, I hadn’t planned on getting my hair wet, but next I stood there with my head tilted back and my eyes closed to let the water spray all over my face and run down my whole body. I leaned back against the wall and redirected the shower head so the water would continue to hit my bare skin, helping me to warm up.
Little did Kiara know, Jess was awake, and was peeking out of the covers, taking in the view of her topless younger sister. However, Kiara's aim was a little short, and she ended up grabbing her sisters breast, which resulted in Jess letting out a moan. Just because you've seen them doesn't mean you can touch whenever you like." This embarrassed Kiara a little, but before she could let that embarrassment take over, she jumped onto her sister and pinned her, holding Jess's arms above her head with her right hand and tickling her neck with the left. So Jess let go, and gazing at Kiara's perfect chest, she was able to compare the soft, puffy nipple, with her hard, pronounced one, and she couldn't decide which she preferred.
Twenty year old Erica Jennings closed her eyes under the warm, strong spray of her shower. Erica was decidedly curious on why Susan thought that a spray against her pussy would be pleasurable. The brown-haired woman turned the shower on and reached for the detatchable shower head. She continued lowering the shower head until it was level with the top of her pussy. She continued to slowly shift the shower head's spray up and down her slit until she could take it no more. She turned on the tap and brought her dripping pussy close to the flowing water. She brought her hand down towards her pussy gingerly to wash it and squeaked when the fire feeling got worse and more liquid gushed out.
“Well, in lieu of that “other” release, I work out.” Lauren looked for Renee's reaction hoping her hint wasn't too crude. “Thanks, I'll figure something out.” Renee walked to the gym fridge, grabbed a bottled water, picked up the remote, selected some music then began her treadmill session. After roughly thirty minutes Lauren walked past Renee, smiling as she did reminding her she'd be in the sauna. Renee took a spot close to Lauren, blushing a bit more as she loosened her wrap, laying it on the bench then sitting down. With that, Lauren began working her fingers over Renee's leg, kneading the muscle in one direction then another. “Do you mind me going a bit further than I was supposed to?” Lauren asked, this time more like a whisper.
As I slide the shower door closed behind me I feel the first needle-like jets of hot water brush my back. The bubbles feel soothing, and as I start to wash between my legs, my smooth-shaved balls and my stiffening cock I enjoy the sensation of the slippery lubricant between hand and flesh. I turn away from the water and continue to soap my cock and balls, both hands stroking and caressing. Slowly she gets unsteadily to her feet, gives me a long, lingering look then, grinning like the Cheshire cat, places her slick fingers into her mouth and slowly closes her luscious lips around them.
After a long day of swimming, sight seeing, and extremely hot women in bikinis, I went back to my hotel to relax. And my favorite way of relaxing is, you guessed it, to masturbate. Always one to never pass up a chance to get the high of jerking off in a public place, I turned the shower on, got on my knees, and leaned back on the wall to where my upper part of my back and my head was resting on the wall. I closed my eyes and started to remember some of those g-stringed and thonged bikinied women on the beach. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a woman wrapped in a towel at the entrance to the showers.
I lay my towel and purple silky underwear on the sink counter and I go turn the shower on to hot water. As the bathroom gets steamy from the hot shower I plug in my I pod and turn on some relaxing music. I continue caressing my big nipples which are rock hard until I feel a slippery substance run down my leg with the water. I release one of my big tits and slowly slide my free hand to my wet pink pussy. I pinch my hard nipple as the hot water runs down my thick body. Still gripping my big breast I collapse on the shower floor noticing the water getting colder by the second.
When I straightened back up, I turned again and imagined you there, so I opened my lower lips and let the water spray right on to my pussy and clit. I kept massaging and moaning, moving my hand up, taking another finger and moving it around back, just gently to the tight rosebud as I imagine it is your tongue, rotating, licking, pushing gently inside, then pinching my breasts, taking a finger out of my aching pussy and tasting my own pungent hot juice then thrusting back inside, spreading my fingers, as I, in my mind, make myself a welcome door to you, and I writhe, call your name and "harder, fuck me, make me cum, make me yours" and I cum, hard, thrusting my hips in the air and cry loud ...
I put her name on it leaving mine off it completely. I’m not sure what to say here but some day I’d love it if we could go out on a date and have a nice time together. I loved how her face appeared in the dim features of my office. Spirits filled my heart. They filled me all over. Oh my God. I’d love to see Theresa naked in the shower. I wish you were there with me but I masturbated and finally I orgasmed but Tim it was still a lot of fun even though you weren’t there.” And then she said “I do love being with you.