Falling Water - Sex Stories

Falling Water

... black hair of the man in her kitchen were in her mind, and she unconsciously went from washing her body to stroking her body. Her nipples stiffened, and now one hand was between her legs. She rubbed her outer labia, and it was easy to slip a finger, then two, into herself. Her thumb found her clitoris and began to stroke. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. This shouldn't take long at all. Jordan realized that he'd have to use the bathroom soon, and got up to let Rachel know. He walked to the bathroom door and opened his mouth to call out to her. A cat toy, unseen in the dimness of the hall, turned under his foot, and he fell. "Not again," he thought, as his full weight crashed against the door to the bathroom. Rachel had not closed it firmly, and he fell into the bathroom, landing on the hip that had not already suffered that day. Involuntarily, he looked up. Rachel's shower curtain was transparent, with only a couple of streaks across it to denote a hint of rain. There was nothing to shield her from his view. Stunned, he took in the legs, the firm breasts, the curve of her neck beneath her thrown-back head, her hand ... her hand between her legs. Jordan's mind stored the image forever before he turned away. "I'm so sorry," he said, scrambling to his feet and reaching for the doorknob. "I didn't mean..." He knew that nothing he could say would make her think well of him at this point. He would get his jacket and leave immediately. If she didn't get out of the ...

... shower right away, he might leave a brief note. Rachel's eyes opened at the sound of the thud on the floor. For a moment she could not process it, and by the time she looked down, Jordan was already turning for the door, apologies trailing in his wake. Something clicked inside her. "Jordan," she called as he stepped out of the bathroom. He stopped. "It's okay," she continued. "Come here." "What?" "Come here," she reiterated. "Seriously." He turned, and saw her again. Her fingers were still buried in her vagina, her thumb circling her clitoris slowly, and her eyes ... her eyes. Dumbly, he took a step forward. "Rachel," he said, " you are the most beautiful sight I've seen in years. But..." "No," she said. "Don't 'but.' Just come here." She knew this was unwise, but somehow she also knew this was not an opportunity to be wasted. She watched him strip off his clothes, wincing briefly as he lifted his injured arm. "That bandage is going to need replacing," she thought briefly, then went back to staring as Jordan stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was not a model or a bodybuilder, but he was lean and becoming erect as she watched. Her fingers moved inside herself. He stepped to the shower, and she slid the curtain aside with her free hand. He stepped in under the spray, and sighed at the heat of the water. Her hand found the back of his head, and pulled him to her for a kiss. She felt his erection bounce against her wrist, just inches from her vulva, and then his hands were on ...