Shower Fantasy

The bathroom door opens slowly as I try not to make a noise

upon entering the room. I didn’t want him to know my presence

until I was ready. Stepping in the room silently and pushing the

door closed, I turned to face the shower. Seeing his clothing in

a pile on the floor, I stepped next to them and shed my own. I

walked to the shower, now starting to feel a little shy. What if

he didn’t want me in there with him? Pushing all the negative

thoughts out of my head, I pulled back the shower curtain and

stepped in. His back was to me, head under the spray of water,

rinsing out the shampoo. I waited patiently for him to be done.

Finally he reaches for the soap. Just above a whisper I

say, “Let me do that for you.” With a smile on his face he turns

around, looks me up and down, and replies that since he already

has the soap in his hand why doesn’t he use it on me. Who am I

to turn down an invitation like that? He reaches for my hand and

pulls me under the water with him. The mixture of warm water,

him standing so close and his soapy hands roaming all over me is

enough to make me forget I came here for him, not me.  I so

wanted to give him his shower fantasy just the way he described

it to me many times but then I realize that he is in control

and his fantasy will play out. After soaping every inch of me,

he reaches for the showerhead and pulls it down. Rinsing away

the soap by starting at my shoulders and working his way down,

front to back, and side to side. Once he is satisfied that there

is no more soap left, he hangs the showerhead back up; hands now

empty of everything , he reaches to touch my face with one hand,

the other finding the small of my back, pushing me to him. Chest

to chest and thighs to thighs we are now. He kisses me, one of

those deep kisses that make you think you are going to drown

happily. Just as suddenly as he starts the kiss, he stops.

Pulling his lips mere millimeters from mine he asks me if I can

feel just how badly he wants me. Feeling him long and hard

between us, I moan, “Yes baby.” He wants to know what I want; I

tell him I want him to do with me what he wants. A look of

surprise crosses his face; I have never said this to him

before.  He leans down lightly pressing his lips to mine and

softly says, “Turn around.” Once I turn around he commands me to

lean forward and put my hands flat on the wall; I do as I am

told. He moves forward to close the gap between us. I can feel

him so strong and hard against me. His hands find my

hips,locking his fingers around my flesh he moves swiftly back

and then forward. In an instant I can feel him enter me, filling

up the being that is me. Back and forth, in and out he glides.

He moves his right hand up and over my back till he reaches my

hair. Grabs a handful and pulls my head back. The movement

causes a deep low moan to escape from my lips. He in turn moves

faster in and out. With every thrust his breathing gets faster,

his left hand squeezes my hip harder; his right hand pulls my

hair just a bit stronger. He tells me he wants me to cum for

him. Wants me to scream his name when I do. I’m almost there

when his hand moves down to my clit, rubbing it just the way I

need. Within seconds I’m moaning but that’s not good enough for

him. He rubs my clit harder and faster. Moving himself in and

out of me just as fast. Begging me to scream his name. The

combination of his begging, fingers and thrusting I can’t

resist. As the orgasm spreads through me I scream his

name, “C****” over and over. He replies with a, “Yes baby,

louder.” I no sooner stop screaming when he starts that sexy

moan of his that always means he’s on the brink of cumming. The

moaning becomes my name slowly at first then faster and faster.

He thrust so hard and fast I am sure he won’t last but a second

longer. And then that sweet release comes for him. Satisfaction

of the upmost high. Catching his breath he pulls out of me

slowly. The one thing he has wanted for so long, to have me in

the shower, bent over, pulling my hair, me screaming his name. I

stand and turn to face him. A look of bliss on his face. He

tells me he loves me, that there is no one like me, that he

thinks he has gone to Heaven and come back again. One fantasy

down, I am sure many more to go. Without a doubt I will

definitely make sure everything he wants, needs, craves, he will

get from me. The look on his face leaves me with the thought in

my head that I will never tell him no. I have a craving to see

that look again and again…