Message-ID: <17815eli$9812040431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tiramixu@my-dejanews.com Subject: {assm} The Shower Tiramisu MF rom slightly kinky Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <747npr$9c1$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> The Shower, by Tiramisu. MF, rom, slight kink. Sorry, no more hints since that would ruin the story. Reposted by Tiramisu. Copyright 1997 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost or archive without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for archiving in ass and assm. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com THE SHOWER It was Friday afternoon, 6:20 PM. Sara Bennett turned her green Dodge Intrepid onto Maple Drive. Almost home, she thought. Another night in the office beyond five o'clock, but thank God it's Friday. As she drove past the Carlson's, she saw her son Jimmy waving at her. Jimmy was 11, and was playing touch football in the Carlson's yard with some of the boys. She slowed and stopped the car as he came running over. "Hi, Mom. Can I stay over? We're gonna get Chinese and rent some movies. Rick's Mom said it was okay." "Sure, honey. Have fun. Call us later, okay?" "Okay, Mom," he said as he ran back to his friends. Hmm, let's see. Jimmy was staying over at Carlson's. Lynda should be home from her after school job at the supermarket a little after 8. Okay, she thought. Pizza for 2, or maybe for 3, since Lynda might want some before she went out. Jim was probably home already. She wondered if he had rented a movie. And just maybe, if Lynda went out with Mike again tonight, she and Jim might have the evening alone together. That hadn't happened in a long time. Hopefully he'd be in a better mood tonight. Lately, it seemed, he was always looking for a fight. She went into the house, and headed up the stairs, thinking about Lynda and Mike. They'd gone out a few times, and he was Lynda's first real boyfriend. At 17, she was certainly old enough to have a boyfriend, and Mike seemed nice enough. As she walked into the bedroom, she heard the shower running. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her skirt, and stepped out if it, tossing it on the bed. She unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it on the bed next to the skirt, and walked into the bathroom wearing her bra and half slip. She was about to call hello to Jim in the shower when she stopped. She saw him through the clear shower curtain. Eyes closed. Left hand wrapped around his erect penis. Holding the shower head in his right hand, directing the water between his legs. What the hell was he doing,? So he didn't get enough? Well, dammit, she didn't either! Between the kids and their work schedules, they were never alone, and when they were, well that was a big disappointment, too. Tonight, maybe they would be alone, but after this shower, what good would he be? Shit, she thought, it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway. She was about to say something, but she kept watching. He didn't see her. He hadn't heard her come in. He didn't know she was there. She watched as he slowly stroked his penis with his left hand, then lightly moved his fingertips over the underside of his penis and down over his balls. She watched as he sprayed the water up the inside of his thigh, over his balls, over the underside of his penis, and up over his chest and belly. She noticed how slowly and patiently he did it, and wished he were more slow and patient with her. She realized that she was becoming aroused. She could feel the moisture between her legs. She couldn't stop watching him. She looked at his body. He was 43, and his body still looked pretty good. His legs were muscular from tennis and bike riding. His chest was broad and strong, and nearly hairless which she liked. His stomach was smooth and flat, with dark black hair stretching down to his pubic area. His penis was thick, standing out from his body as the water cascaded over it. God, he looked good. She watched as he ran the water up and down the underside of his penis. She saw his penis twitch and stand more erect as the water caressed it. She saw his left hand wander over his chest and stomach as the water splashed over his throbbing penis. She saw his fingertips lightly graze his nipples. She felt her own nipples grow erect, begging to be touched, begging to be kissed, begging to be licked and sucked. She wanted to touch them. She wanted him to touch them. She watched him caress his body, surprised at how much this turned her on. She wanted to jump in the shower with him, touch him, tease him with the water and drive him crazy. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth as she sprayed the water between his legs. She was surprised by that thought. Surprised that the word "cock" came into her mind. She wanted him to do to her what he was doing to himself. She wanted him to tease her nipples with his fingertips. She wanted him to put his hand between her legs. She wanted to put her own hand between her legs. She wanted to slip her fingers into her cunt. She was surprised at that word, too. God, she was turned on. She couldn't believe how wet she was. She wanted to spread her wetness over her clitoris. She wanted his cock inside her. She didn't know what she wanted. She wanted everything. And she just kept watching. She wanted to touch herself. But what if he opened his eyes and saw her doing that and watching him. She just watched him. He stood there, in the shower, caressing his chest and his cock . His left hand wandered slowly over his cock, then he wrapped his hand around it, stroking himself again. He spread his legs slightly, and aimed the shower spray under his balls. He aimed it lower. He aimed it as his asshole. She wondered how that felt. She wanted to find out. His hips were starting to move. His hand moved a little faster. Was he going to come? She wanted to watch him come. But, no, she wanted this to last. "Jim," she heard herself say. "Sara?" he questioned, "uh, I didn't hear you." "Obviously," she said, enjoying his embarrassment now. His penis had become soft in an instant. He must be wondering how much she had seen. She decided to let him suffer a little. Just a little. "I, uh. Hi," he said, as he pretended to wash himself, but he didn't have soap or a washcloth in his hand. She smiled at that. "Hi, honey," she said. "You might try using the soap." "Hi. I didn't hear you come in," he said, nervously taking the soap in his hand. She was still aroused. She decided he'd suffered enough. "Yes, honey, I know. You said that. I was watching you. I saw what you were doing." "Oh. Well, I , uh..." "Would you like to finish what you were doing? If you promise to do what I tell you..." Again, she surprised herself. She wondered why she said that, but she realized that she was turned on by this. The idea of taking control. Telling him what to do. The idea of him doing whatever she said. Oh, God, yes, she was turned on by this. She didn't know what she wanted him to do, and the idea of making it up as she went along excited her even more. "Uh, sure, honey, whatever you say." She smiled. She knew he was uncomfortable. But she'd let him enjoy this, too. "Do you want to touch your cock. Do you want me to watch you touch your cock?" She knew these words surprised him. They never "talked dirty" in bed. She had never thought about it before, and was surprised again to realize it turned her on, too. She saw his cock start to swell as she said these words. "Yes, I do." "Well, not until I tell you." "Would you like to watch me touch myself as you do that? Would you like to watch me slide my fingers inside me as you touch yourself?" She thought, "into my cunt" but couldn't say it. "If you want," he said, obviously embarrassed, but his excitement was also becoming obvious. "Would you like me to touch you? To stroke your cock? Run my hands over your chest? Spray the water over your balls?" "God, Sara," Jim said, embarrassed, but his penis now fully erect. Sara smiled. "Take your cock in your left hand, Jim." He wrapped his left hand around his penis. She wanted to touch herself, but didn't want him to watch. Well, she did, but she didn't. At least for now. "Hmm. Now, take the soap, honey. Get your cock nice and soapy. Yes, baby, lots of soapy suds." Jim did as he was told. Still holding his cock in his left hand, he took the soap in his right and tentatively rubbed the soap through his pubic hair, making lots of foamy lather. "Yes, honey, spread that soap all over. All over your cock and balls." "Ohhh, Sara," he moaned. Then, with both hands he spread the lather all over his cock and down between his legs, over his balls, under his balls. "I'm making you nervous. You see me standing here, watching you, and it makes you nervous." He nodded. "Here, honey, let me fix that." She took a hand towel, and folded it in half lengthwise. Then she placed it over his eyes, tying it behind his head. A blindfold. "Now, you can't see me. Isn't that better?" "I guess so." "Good, now take your balls in your right hand and slowly slide your left hand up and down the length of your beautiful cock. Hmm. Yes, that's good. Nice and slow. The soap makes it nice and slippery. Like my pussy. Doesn't that feel good, baby?" "Yess," he groaned. Without taking her eyes off him, she removed her pantyhose, then slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Then she unclasped her bra, and slid it off her shoulders. She stood there in her half slip, her pussy wet, her nipples hard, begging to be touched, watching her husband, blindfolded in the shower, stroking his cock with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. She couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe what she was doing, couldn't believe she had actually blindfolded him. And she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Tentatively, she slid her right hand between her legs, her palm on her mound, her middle finger resting on her lips and clitoris. Her lips were swollen. Her finger rested there, not moving. Ohhhh. She pinched her left nipple gently between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. Ohhh, that felt good. "Oh, God, Jim, I can't believe how turned on I am watching you. I want to watch you come..." she heard him groan again. "... but not until I tell you," she said, and he groaned yet again. "Now, honey, spray the water over your chest and your nipples. Doesn't that feel nice? Wouldn't you like me to be covering your chest with a million little wet kisses? Hmm. Think about little wet kisses as the water touches your chest and your nipples. Now, aim the water at your thighs, at the inside of your left thigh, then the right, then higher, yes baby, spray the water under your balls and think about those little wet kisses..." Jim moaned. "Ohhhhhh." Sara was ready. Her hips began to move. She couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. She was teasing her nipple. Her finger was still resting on her pussy, on her lips and clitoris. She knew that if she moved that finger over her clitoris she would come. If she moved the finger inside her, she would come. "Jim, would you like to know what I'm doing?" "Yes," he said meekly. She wanted to tell him that she was touching herself, that her finger was touching her pussy lips, and that she was going to slide the finger inside and make herself come. She said, "I'm going to come, honey. I'm going to come from watching you touch yourself. But you're not going to come until I tell you. Jim, honey, do you want me to come." "Ohh Sara." She slid her middle finger and her ring finger between her lips and into her cunt. She took the middle finger of her left hand and touched her clitoris. She came immediately. "Oh God, I'm cummmming" she screamed, "Ohhh, ohhhhhh, oh my God, Jim, ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh, Jimmm...still cumming..... more... aaahhhh..." She'd never screamed out like that before, but she'd never experienced anything so intense before, either. It went on and on. And when it finally subsided, she still wanted more. "Oh God, Sara... " Jim moaned. His knees buckled. His hips moved, humping the air. She wanted him inside her now. She knew she would come again. But he was too close. He wouldn't be able to last. It could wait. It would be even better. "Do you need to come, baby? Do you want me to watch you come" "Oh Sara... you're making me crazy..." "Yes, baby, I want you to come. I want to watch you come. But you have to promise." "Ohhhhh." "You have to promise to do whatever I tell you." "Sara.. Oh God, Sara...God...." "Promise, baby?" "Ohhh Sara... yesss... anything." "Hmmmm," she purred. "Come for me now, baby." "Ohhhh," he moaned and stroked faster. Sara stepped into the shower behind him, still in her half slip, pressing her still hard nipples into his back. Her hands wandered over his chest. She kissed his neck. She watched his cock throb. She watched his white creamy come shoot from his cock, again and again and again, as she placed her hand over his, catching some of his come with her hand, rubbing it on his nipples, rubbing it on her own nipples. Sara turned him around, removed his blindfold, and kissed him passionately, parting his lips with her tongue, sliding her tongue into his mouth, teasing his tongue with hers. She broke the kiss and smiled at him. "You're not finished yet, honey. Remember your promise - to do whatever I tell you. You're going to take me to bed, and you're going to make love to my breasts and my pussy with your mouth, and then you're going to fuck me, long and slow, until I tell you to fuck me hard and fast. And maybe then I'll forgive you for playing with yourself in the shower." "Oh, Sara. God, you're incredible. I love you telling me what you want. I'll do anything you say." Sara smiled She knew that he meant what he said. THE END Copyright 1997 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost or archive without explicit permission of the author. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----