I is for Ian

She would slip into the bathroom and close the door quietly behind her. Watching my shadow through the curtain, she would disrobe, pulling the tight panties off and following with her bra. Her full, round, and deceptively large breasts would bound out of them, nipples hard and skin raised by the cold and the excitement.

I would have seen her hand reaching for the shower curtain and turned to her as she opened it up. She would grin as our eyes met and then traversed over each other’s bodies. One foot would find purchase in the wet tub, and water would form droplets on her thigh, running down in rivulets to her toes. Skin which I had only seen in darkness would now be exposed to me, and I would offer my hand for her to hold as she stepped the rest of the way inside.

She would come to me, and we would kiss as the shower wet her from top to bottom. Her body would be slick with the warm water as she took the soap and began to rub it across her. Then she would put it in my hand, and I would take the opportunity to lather her up. My hands would cup her breasts, and we would kiss again, my thumbs brushing over her nipples and my cock throbbing, aching to be inside her.

I would lower my lips to her neck as the water washed the soap away, and her hand would slide down my chest to grip my cock. I would moan at her touch, and she would groan in pleasure as she began to stroke me toward her. Then she would place her other hand on my chest and push me back against the wall, a devilish look in her eyes.

My hand would wind into her hair as she slowly dropped to her knees, kissing me on the way down. When she reached the base of my staff, her tongue would flick out and slide across the length, causing me to groan deeply. She would repeat the motion on the other side and then underneath. Her hand would continue to stroke me as she took the head between her lips, tongue swirling around it and her eyes closing in concentration.

I would guide her by the hair as she took me into her mouth, slowly at first, then pushing her way down until I hit the back of her throat. She would pull back and then dive down again. She would suck me off and moan as one hand cupped and then massaged my balls underneath. She would take me as deeply into her mouth as she could until she gagged and then pull me out, smiling as she stroked me against her cheek.

Then, I would pull her up to her feet, switching places with her as I knelt down in reverence before her taut body. Taking one nipple into my mouth to suckle as I fondled the other, she would raise one leg and place it on the faucet and run her hands through my hair. I would sink further until my tongue slid through her folds and found her clit. She would taste sweet like peaches, and as my finger sank into her, she would be warm and wet, and her voice would squeal in delight.

Her toes would curl on my back as I licked her, my finger brushing against the upper walls until she came, shrieking and shaking under the showerhead. Then she would pull me up again, desperately kissing me as she angled her body to accept me, standing on her toes with her back pushed against the wall.

I would plummet into her, burying my cock deep inside her and causing her to moan loudly. Her voice would be free and reverberate in the shower as I pumped into her over and over. Her breasts would bounce against my chest as I held her in place by the hips, then slipped one arm under her thigh to keep her open for me.

Her eyes would burn into mine as she would bite her bottom lip, aching for release again. I would pound into her, driving deep inside her pussy with my throbbing, engorged cock. She would let her mouth go slack as she found herself rolling through another climax.

Then I would flip her over, pulling her hips back so I could enter her from behind. One hand would slam against the wall as the other reached for purchase on the faucet. I would ravage her, fucking her with wild abandon as my hips slammed into hers and made her bounce against the wall. One hand would reach around hungrily to cross one breast against the forearm and take the other in my palm. The other would slide below, between her thighs, and the pad of my middle finger would find her clit again.