Be Careful What You Wish For - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For

... minimise the chances of being seen together have all become standard procedures for us.

There’s something rather ironic about the fact that even though we’ve done so many delightfully filthy things to each other’s bodies in the past, last night was the first time we have held hands in public. Butterflies would be an understatement! I felt electricity shooting through my body as our fingers cautiously linked together, so simple and yet so bold. It was a moment I know I will never forget; for me, it was as intimate as the first time we tried anal.

I’m still smiling a few minutes later when the door opens, and he joins me under the hot water. Without saying anything, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, first tenderly and then with increasing passion. When we eventually come up for air, I grab my shampoo bottle from the wire shelf and hand it to him, knowing that he will understand the significance of the gesture.

We’ve done this before, of course. It was a fantasy we had discussed so many times before we met, something we both got off on, so it was instinctive to finally do it during our first encounter. And our second. And our third, fourth, fifth.

I remember asking him on one of those occasions if it had become too predictable, somewhat of a cliché, that whenever we showered together, I would always use my mouth on him. He paused for a moment, looked at me as if I was crazy and proceeded to explain that he did not think many red-blooded men would ever get ...

... bored of standard blowjobs, let alone the pure, unadulterated cock worship that I would lavish upon him whenever I had the chance to do so.

And worship him, I do.

Slowly sinking to my knees as the water cascades down our bodies, I take a moment to silently appreciate the masculine form towering over me. He still amazes me, even after all this time. I place my hands on his thighs as his fingers find my hair; as I lean forward to kiss the tip of his magnificent erection, he begins to lather me up.

Parting my lips, I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. He spreads his feet further to help him balance; with one hand, he alternately massages my scalp and grabs bunches of my hair. The other hand is splayed against the tiled wall. He’s looking down, watching me devour him; he always does this, knowing that it turns me on when our eyes meet while my mouth is full of his cock.

Once my hair is rinsed clean, his hand moves to the back of my head. He’s fucking my mouth, and my nails are digging into the flesh at the back of his legs. I’m contemplating using one of my hands to tease his balls when he suddenly withdraws.

“Push your tits together,” he demands.

I do as he says, my fingers sliding across the soapy skin as I present my voluptuous cleavage to him. Still using one hand to balance, he takes the other and wraps it around his dick, pumping it hard and fast above me. I watch with great fascination as he erupts, spraying hot cum into the space between us until it ...