“I get help?”
“Yeah, this is already taking too long. I want to see that body in the light, and I want to get this damned sand off of me!” Laughing but realizing how eager she was to clean herself, he helped speed things along by removing his jeans and boxers rapidly, and a few seconds later they were both assaulted by warm, luxurious water caressing their bodies from numerous sides.
“Oh yeah,” Katie moaned dramatically as the flow from the fixtures soaked her shapely body. Carson nearly uttered his own sigh of pleasure. The high-pressure water was warm and mollifying, something the cool sand of the Atlantic coastline had not been, and it almost instantly started loosening his muscles as well as cleaning his body.
The shower nozzle on the far wall had a flexible hose which Katie grabbed and handed to Carson. “You help me clean up, and then I’ll help you. Deal?”
“Deal.” He started moving her body like a marionette would move a puppet, raising an arm, tilting her neck, turning her around, all the while spraying her clean. He deliberately avoided spraying between her legs, mostly to tease her and also see if he could get a reaction.
It didn’t take long. Turning of her own accord, she pressed her backside into him and spread her legs a bit while guiding his hand so as to aim the nozzle right into her neatly-trimmed bush. He heard her hiss with delight as the first droplets made contact, inspiring him to grip her chin with his free hand and pull her face back so he could kiss her.
It was a soft kiss, warm and passionate, unlike the one at the beach. Carson let his lips drift over hers, mixing the sensual taste of her mouth with the warm water dripping from her cheeks. She wrapped her other arm around his head and tugged it closer, pulling him in, taking every bit of the kiss he gave and begging for more.
She started moving herself against him, her hips rocking back and forth gently, eliciting a response from his loins despite his exhaustion. He released her chin so he could explore her body, sliding his hand over her taut tummy and up to her fabulous breasts. He cupped one, feeling the weight of it for a moment before rubbing his index finger over the tip of her hardening nipple. Her body jerked at his touch before settling back to the soft, sensual motion matching the mood.
Carson dropped the shower nozzle to put both hands on this lovely, vibrant woman. He wanted to melt into her under the cascade of cleansing water, to feel this rapture continue without reprieve. He couldn’t get enough of her, taste enough of her, see enough of her, to satisfy the longing that possessed him. He tried, his hands and mouth working rapidly to consume her. He bit her neck lightly, feeling her twist her body away in response before offering it up for another bite.
Katie turned to him, straddling his hip with her legs, and grabbed the short hair on the back of his head to demand a kiss. Carson submitted. Her aggression and willingness to get what she wanted, either through guile or force, turned him on. Either way would be fine by him.
But, after she was finished with his mouth, she surprised Carson by dropping to her knees. Her hands slid up the outside of his thighs as she looked his body up and down, like a hungry wolf eyeing a deer. She started kissing and licking his lower stomach, running her tongue in patterns that replicated the warm streams of water flowing over him, although the electric caresses of her mouth told him exactly which was which. His cock swelled further from her kisses and nibbles, and when she grasped it he arched his back and closed his eyes to further enjoy her touch.
She stroked his shaft with a light touch as her soft oral caresses moved inexorably down towards it. Carson realized what she was building towards, and despite the anticipated euphoria, he worried it would drain him completely and make him unable to please her further. He was already struggling to remain on his feet.
“Wait,” he groaned.
“Shut up,” she told him.
“But –“
“I said shut up,” she repeated, lifting her head up and back to meet his gaze with mirthful eyes. “This is something I want to do for you, OK?”
No longer willing to resist and barely able to argue, he nodded and put his arms back against the shower walls for stability. It was a good thing he did – when she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, his vision blurred slightly and his strength left him. “Yeah, that’s better,” she said quietly before taking the shaft into her mouth.
The ecstasy he felt nearly caused him to buckle at the waist, so forceful were the waves rolling through him. Katie paused for a moment, giving him the time he needed to grow accustomed to such powerful sensations, before caressing the bottom of him with her tongue and working her mouth back and forth ever so slightly. Carson wanted to say something, but the message got lost in the pleasure and the noises that came out were gibberish. Katie giggled around his rod and cupped his balls in her hand, stroking them in time with the bobbing of her head to create a multitude of sensations, threatening to send Carson over the edge.
For his part, Carson wasn’t sure if he had the stamina to reach orgasm again or, if he did, what might happen to his body. He wanted to touch her, any part of her, but feared collapsing to the floor if he took either hand from the wall. He had little choice but to stand in place and endure what Katie was putting him through, although it passed through his mind that “endure” wasn’t the right term for such
