I Made Her Come While Fingering Her Ass in the Shower

What a day. What. A. Day. The drive from downtown Phoenix dragged on forever with traffic backed up on I-95, horns blaring, sun beating through the windshield until my shoulders ached. Pulling into the drive felt like shedding a heavy coat. I killed the engine, opened the door, and just breathed the clean suburban air mixed with the faint smell of cut grass from the neighbor‘s yard.

Such a relief to pull into the drive, kill the engine, open the door and just breathe clean air. The front door is locked, so I know you are not home yet. I am disappointed only because I have missed you. I do not expect you to sit around waiting. I hang up my keys and pour a drink. I am tired. I need a shower. The whiskey burns smooth going down, warming my chest after the long haul from the conference.

Bedroom Scents and Touch

In the bedroom your scent hangs in the air. I love the different perfumes you wear. They suit the clothes you choose. So feminine. It is funny how a couple of days away leaves small changes. Nothing big, just noticeable. When I am gone you spread out across the whole bed. I smile. I love you. I have missed you. The sheets still hold the warmth from your body last night, and I run my hand over the pillow where your head rested.

As I undress I see some of your clothes on the bed. I stop to touch them and breathe them in. My first contact with you in days. You must have left in a hurry this morning. A few pairs of underwear lie there like you could not decide. I run the fabric through my fingers and picture you at the doorway in just stockings and panties. That look in your eyes. That want for my body, my hands, my cock. God, I have missed you. The lace feels soft against my palm, carrying the faint musk of your skin that makes my pulse kick harder.

My cock twitches. I pull off my trunks and think about sitting on the edge of the bed to stroke it, maybe using your panties. That would feel hot. The thought gets me hard fast. But I stop myself. I have not come in days and I want the next time to be with you, on you, or inside you. My balls ache with the pressure built up over the trip, but I force my hand away and head for the bathroom instead.

Steam and Sudden Hands

The shower. That is what I need. I can already see you in there with me, soaping each other. I turn on the water and step in. The space feels good after hotel showers. We have room for two easy. We have even talked about three. We have sat in bars and pointed out someone we would like to bring home for that. Just talk, but it gets us both going. The hot spray pounds my back and I close my eyes, letting the tension from meetings and airport lines drain away.

I have missed this shower head too. The water falls like rain and feels strong and easy at the same time. Stress from the last few days starts to slide off. Soon I am thinking about you again. I picture your hands on me, touching, stroking. Over the past days I have imagined us fucking all over that hotel room. I have seen myself fingering you in the elevator, finding a quiet spot during the conference, bending you over a table in an empty meeting room while you drop to your knees for my cock. With my eyes closed the pictures stay sharp. My dick swells under the water, heavy and throbbing at the thought of your wet heat gripping me.

Then hands slide around my waist and up my back. For a second I jump, then I feel your lips on my neck. You came home, heard the water, and decided to strip and join me instead of waiting outside. You know how much I like when you act on what you want. Your bare tits press warm against my skin as the steam swirls around us.

You press against me. Your nipples are hard against my back. Water runs over both of us. Your hands move everywhere, around my waist, down my back, over my chest, over my ass. Just the way I like. I feel safe and warm and wanted. Your mouth reaches my ear. The slick slide of your palms over my wet skin sends sparks straight to my groin.

“Did you have a good time, baby?”

A pause. Your fingers trace lower, teasing the top of my crack while the water beats down.

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course,” I say. My voice comes out rough from days of holding back.

“Did you dream about me?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Mmm. Did your cock get hard when you thought about me?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Did you picture me doing this?”

You wrap your hand around my cock and hold it tight. All I can do is moan. Your right hand stays on my cock while your left slides down to my ass. You find my hole and tease it. You know how much I love that. I spread my legs and lean forward a little. Your finger pushes in. It feels dirty and exactly right. You move between my hole and my balls while your other hand strokes my cock. The tight ring of muscle clenches around your knuckle as water sluices over us both.

“God, I want you,” I say. “I want to fuck you right here.”

You laugh, low. You have me where you want me. Your grip tightens, thumb rubbing the slick head of my dick in slow circles that make my hips jerk.

“Mmm, you feel big,” you say. Then your voice shifts. “Did you touch yourself while you thought about me?”

I grunt yes. The memory of jerking off in the hotel bathroom flashes hot behind my eyes.

“Did you picture me doing this?”

Another grunt. Your finger twists deeper, rubbing that spot that makes my cock leak steadily into your fist.

A short silence, then your mouth right at my ear.

“Did you come?”

Your tone is firm. I shake my head. My balls draw up tight at the denial.

“Good boy. That load is mine.”

Your finger slides deeper. I wince but push back into it. You feel my cock throb and squeeze harder. The stretch burns sweet and filthy all at once.

“Tell me how much you missed me.”

“I missed you so much my chest hurt.”

“Tell me more.”

Your finger moves in steady strokes. The wet sound of it working my hole mixes with the shower spray.

“I had to jerk off every day. In bed, in the shower, in the car. During meetings I squeezed myself and pictured you under the table.”

You purr and pull your finger out. Your thigh presses against me while your hands roam my chest and back. Then your hands drop to my hips and I feel you kneel. You spread my cheeks and your tongue finds my hole. The feeling is sharp and good. I remember you telling me about this the first time, how turned on it made you to think how it would hit me. You were right. I arch back and you switch between licking and fingering. Your tongue laps hot and wet, pushing inside while your hand strokes my dripping cock from behind.

Then you grab my cock and start to stroke. You stay on your knees, holding me open, working both spots. My hands stay on the wall. After a while you stand. I stand too.

“Bet you missed that,” you say.

“Fucking right.”

“Now I want the same.”

You smile and turn to the wall, legs apart. I kneel behind you and smack your ass. You tell me harder. I smack again and you moan, hips moving. After a few more I press my finger to your hole. It tightens, then opens. I push in to the knuckle. You grunt. I work it in and out, then switch to my middle finger. It slides deeper. Water and your own wetness help. Soon I am pumping steadily. You get louder. I keep going until your breathing changes, then I ease my finger out and stand. We turn and pull each other close without talking. Your ass cheeks glow pink from my handprints, the skin hot under the water.

We have not kissed since you stepped in. Days without your mouth. Our tongues meet fast and deep. We taste each other, still carrying the same dirt from minutes ago, and it only makes us hungrier. Your hand holds the back of my head. I lose myself in the kiss the way I always do. Salty skin and soap mix on our lips while our bodies grind slick together.

You pull back, eyes bright. “Fuck my ass. Please. I need it.”

I line my cock up, rub the head against your pussy first to get it wet, then move to your ass. The mix of water and precum makes it easy. The head slips in, pauses, then the rest follows. You breathe out hard. The tight heat of your ass grips me all the way down, pulsing around every inch.

“You feel good,” I say.

“I had a plug in earlier,” you answer. The words hit me like a jolt. I push deeper and you moan louder. I pull back, push in again, and find a steady rhythm. You get louder, words spilling out. I watch our reflection in the glass. We look filthy and perfect. Skin slaps wetly with every thrust, your tits bouncing as I pound into your ass.

I feel my orgasm building. “I’m going to fill your ass,” I growl. Your muscles clench around my cock, slick and hot, dragging me closer to the edge with every stroke.

You come hard, shaking. Your muscles grip me tight. I hold still while you ride it out, then you turn and drop to your knees. “I want it in my mouth.”

You take my cock, still warm from your ass, and start sucking. Your hand works the shaft. I warn you I am close. You tell me to come. I do. Thick ropes of cum pulse across your tongue while you swallow every drop, throat working around the head. You open your mouth to show me it is gone.

“God, I love you,” I say.

We stand and kiss under the water again. You look at me and smile. “Welcome home, baby.”

What a day. What. A. Day.