Drive - Sex Stories

Drive

... best not to shiver. He tried telling himself that it was because the toilet was cold, but he knew it was because he was nervous and excited.

The bathroom started to fill with steam as it warmed up, but his shiver only became more pronounced as Heather showered with the curtain half-open, still smiling like she hadn't a care in the world.

"You like looking at me," she stated as she lathered up her chest and stomach.

"How c-c-can you tell?"

"Well, I hear you have a thing for titties," Heather teased. "And your thing seems really happy."

"Guilty on both counts."

"How about my ass? You like that too?" Heather turned and gave her booty a wiggle. Her bottom was curvy and pale, sporting the same charming tanline as her chest. "I've been trying to think of what position we should try first." She took her time soaping up her butt, bending over to give Gil a real look at the goods while she washed her legs.

"Oh?" Gil asked. "What's that?"

"Positions? You know, like missionary, cowgirl, doggy-style..."

"Oh? Oh!" Seeing Heather all wet and naked and full of eager anticipation opened a world of possibilities in Gil's mind.

"I like, fell down a, um, rabbit hole? when I found the Karma Suta the other day."

"The Kama Sutra?"

"Yeah, that. It's hilarious! It's like fucking gymnastics. Sex-yoga," she giggled. Heather rinsed off, twisting and turning sensuously under the showerhead. "I thought letting you watch would feel I don't know, uncomfortable or ...

... cheesy or something, but this is like..."

"Amazing," Gil agreed. "You are so b-b-beautiful, Heather."

"Thanks! Time to shave," she winked. Gil sat entranced as she worked some shaving gel into a lather and began to scrape at the Delta of Venus with a pink safety razor.

"You seem to have ex-ex-experience," Gil struggled to say. "Sh-sh-sh-shaving, that is." He blushed. "Dang."

"What?"

"That was d-d-dumb. I can't believe I said that."

"Forget about it. I don't mind. I used to shave all the time, but I haven't for a while now. The girls in high school were so freaking mean about stuff like hair and weight. Ugh."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, God forbid your pants ride up your calves in winter or you raise your arm in class and there's stubble 'cause you forgot."

Heather awkwardly bent and spread her legs, putting one foot on the edge of the bath to get into the crevices. Gil's face blazed so hot with arousal that it throbbed almost as painfully as his cock.

"How you doing, Gil?"

"No one's ever done this for me, I mean, Alice likes her p-p-privacy and I've...anyway. I'm grateful for this."

"You are so freaking cute, you know that?" Heather set the razor aside and angled her crotch toward the stream of water. "Mmm," she said as she gingerly touched herself. "All smooth. Wanna touch?"

Gil reached out and caressed her mound. Heather awarded him with a girlish giggle and followed by an NSFW moan. He moved down to her vulva, middle finger gliding up the slit while his ...