He was waiting for me when I got home. I quickly undressed and jumped in the shower. The hot water pierced my skin, soothing my aching muscles and rinsing away the day. I stood under the water, allowing the water to run down my hair, clinging to the dark strands and connecting to my skin. The nerves on my skin tingled under the increasing heat of the water but I breathed deep and accepted the sensation, feeling the heat sink into my flesh and massage my muscles while I smoothed a lathered body sponge over my skin.

I didn’t hear the door open, but I felt him. A rush of cool air chilled my back and was quickly replaced by his skin against mine. Water slid between us as the water traveled down my back and landed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting on on my breast, the other on my hand, lacing his fingers through mine- into the soapy sponge and traveling down my stomach towards my pussy.

As the hot water ran between the folds of my pussy, I moaned out as he ran the rough sponge over me. The rough texture, padded by the foam of the bath gel, smoothing over my sex and awakening the nerves under the hot layer of water. He pushed my foot with his, spreading my legs for him so he could reach farther under my body, making long strokes with the sponge. My hand pulled away from his and rested on his leg behind me. I leaned back into him, and turned my head away from the water.

My legs weakened as his fingers replaced the sponge completely and he stroked me from my wet hole to my clit. Slow consistent strokes, gently grazing through my labia and brushing the sides of my clit, again and again. I whimpered as my clit swelled and my hips pushed forward for a better angle. He stroked my clit- his thumb resting above it, and his index and middle finger dipping lower through the lips of my pussy. Then together again, his thumb and other two fingers meeting at my clit. Stroking it as if it were a cock. Stroking up, causing me to gasp and shake, and back down again, sending the sensation down my legs. His fingers manipulating my cunt like he was jerking his own cock. Slowly, torturously. Raising the degrees of my hunger.

I fucked his finger tips with my clit- thrusting forward and back with his fingers. Shaking. My nails dug into his thigh and the other wrapped behind me, around his neck- holding on and holding myself up. The sensation was foreign and intense. My skin was a dark pink from the hot water repeatedly slamming onto my chest but I wanted to cum so badly I could not think of anything else. He did not relent, and whispered into my ear “cum on my fingers baby.”

I wanted to, I could not stop myself from grunting and thrusting. Crude and uncivilized my hips thrashed and jerked. I felt the wetness increase between my legs and it felt hotter than the water as he felt me cumming. He pinched my clit between his finger tips as I let out a sharp cry, my orgasm hitting my whole body. My hips convulsed and my knees gave out, sending me leaning forward to balance myself against the shower wall.

He gripped my hips tightly and entered me hard from behind. I pushed my cunt towards him and took his cock with abandon. My g-spot swollen, I came fast and hard. He thrust his thick cock into me- grinding and pulsing until he groaned and came with a hard final push. Pulling out, he rinsed off quickly and exited while I finished my shower.