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Cum Shower

... what a prostitute looks like. Angela looked perfectly respectable. As soon as I thought that, I felt an immense shame, but I just pushed it aside because my loneliness was also welling up and threatening to consume me. I thought maybe I deserved to be alone. But Angela was already there, so I might as well make the most of it. I asked her to come in. She didn’t look at any of my things, not even my book collection I had meticulously organized. I pointed at the candles and said, “I, uh…” “You’re supposed to pay first,” Angela said. “Oh. Right. Of course.” I took eight twenties out of my wallet and told her to keep the change. She moved towards me and put her hands on my belt buckle. It was the closest any woman had ever been to me. I felt something flip over inside my stomach. “Um,” I said. “I’ve prepared you something. Do you know Steve?” She gave me a blank stare. “Well, he’s the guy who recommended you to me and he said you really like cum showers?” Still no response. “So I’ve made you one. If you’d like.” I led her to the bathroom and showed her my shower stall. You couldn’t tell by looking at it that it was a cum shower. “So, do you want to…?” Angela shrugged and started taking off her clothes. She put her glasses down on the sink which made her look about ten times more fragile. She took her blouse off and her skirt. She wasn’t doing it in a strip tease sort of way, but just how any woman might take off her clothes for a shower. I was pretty sure that made it sexier. I ...

... didn’t have an erection yet, so maybe not. She took off her bra and I saw her breasts were average-sized. She wasn’t skinny or fat. She was the Goldilocks of prostitutes. She pulled her panties off and put them on top of her folded-up clothes on the toilet lid. I moved closer and put my hand on her torso. She looked at me with an inscrutable glance and I removed my hand. She turned the water on and felt it as she turned the knob to get the right temperature and then got in. She drew the curtain behind her and began to take a shower. I stood there thinking most of the cum had probably already washed down the drain. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, absolutely still, waiting for her to finish. She was in there a long time. I wondered if I was supposed to take my clothes off and join her. I could lather her up from behind. Bend her over and fuck her with the shower water beating down on us mercilessly and slightly tinged with cum. I strained my ears to hear if she was enjoying herself. But then the water turned off and she pulled the curtain back. “Do you have a towel I can borrow?” she asked. “Of course.” I handed her a clean towel from the closet and watched as she dried herself off. I watched her rub her hair which was down now around her shoulders and pass the towel along her back and dry her breasts and between her legs were her vagina was folded closed. She put her clothes back on and left the bathroom. I followed her out to the living room. She was headed ...