“So, if I need someone to wash my back, should I call on you?” I fired my volley and awaited her response.
“Sure. I can help wash anything else you may be having difficulty with.” She looked at my crotch, which was reacting as if she had called it by name.
I pulled her into my arms, and our lips and tongues battled feverishly with pent-up passions. Our hands began to caress and explore each other’s body. Her soft backside felt good as I grabbed each cheek and pulled her tightly against my groin. Her hands roamed across the muscles of my back and down to my butt.
We broke our kiss and began to undress each other. I quickly removed her blouse and lacy black bra to reveal the breasts that had teased me all night. Her dark, thick buds were tasty as my tongue rolled across her taut nipples, setting off her sensual murmurs of approval. Damara didn’t waste any time helping me shed my pants, and I soon stood there with my pants and shorts down around my ankles. Grabbing my hard dick, she stroked it up and down and kissed my nipples. I suckled her full breasts as I slowly slid her panties down her long, shapely legs.
After extracting ourselves from the awkward tangle of clothes, I led her into the bathroom and we stood there for a moment gazing at our reflections in the mirror.
Despite her height, she appeared much shorter next to my six-foot-three frame. My dark skin contrasted against her café-au-lait complexion; yet the darkness of her nipples matched my skin tone and provided an ideal blend of our colors.
In the shower, we let the water cascade over our bodies. With her back against me, I felt my penis wedged between the cheeks of her curvy ass. I reached my hand around to stroke the sensitive nub that was nestled in a dense forest of soft curls. My fingers found their way to her molten vagina, which was already emitting its satiny fluids. My other hand caressed her nipples, causing her to moan and purr, like a well-tuned Ferrari.
The danger of knowing that her mother was upstairs heightened the pleasure I was experiencing. Damara squirmed in my embrace as I stimulated her clitoris. I wanted to break her off right then, but she spun around and pushed me against the wall. I watched as the water streamed onto her chest and made tiny rivulets down her honey brown body. She licked at the droplets of water that hung on my broad chest as she moved from my nipples down to my navel and ended with her lips engulfing my throbbing penis.
“Damn, Jayson, it’s so thick.”
Her hot mouth devouring my dick caused my eyes to roll back in my head. She sucked it in and out of her mouth, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. She played with my penis as if it were her own personal joystick.
She worked her mouth down my elongated staff, taking more than half of it in.
“It’s too big for my mouth,” she announced after withdrawing from my saliva-coated shaft. “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.”
“That sounds like a challenge,” I teased. “Show me your skills, baby.” I turned her around and parted the cheeks of her backside. I playfully nudged my penis toward her rump, but her hand swatted it away.
“No, not that one,” she said, giggling. “You know which one I’m talking about.”
“Oh, this one.” I pushed the head of my penis against her tight opening, which eventually allowed me to ease inside her awaiting body, the wetness allowing me to glide in. Damara’s well-rounded butt was made for the doggie-style position as I watched my dick wedge its way between her jiggling butt cheeks.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned as she worked her abundant backside against me. By now the water had gotten cold and I turned the shower off as we continued our lovemaking.
Her inner walls gripped my penis, and I struggled to maintain control. Grabbing her titties, I began my assault on her quivering body. Damara matched me stroke for stroke and her shrieks of pleasure threatened to awaken the entire neighborhood. I stuck my fingers in her mouth to muffle her moans, but my own moans of pleasure betrayed me as my bass voice loudly reverberated in the tiled shower stall.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screamed as she bucked back against me. That was all it took for me to reach my climax. After a few final thrusts, I pulled out and shot a stream of cum across her back and onto the shower wall. My eruption was like none I had experienced before.
After a lukewarm shower, we ended our sexual foray with more passionate kissing on the bed as we lay there wrapped in towels. I wanted her to stay with me the entire night, but we both thought about the possible repercussions if we were found that way in the morning. After one more lingering kiss to her succulent lips, I watched her slip through the door and back upstairs.
My dreams that night were extremely vivid, and they continued to play out one sexual situation after another until I found myself awake and trying to determine where I was. I felt a presence in the room and thought that maybe Damara was returning for another bout. After my eyes adjusted to the dim light that seeped in from outside, to my surprise I saw Erick’s stepmother.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Linda whispered, standing right inside the doorway.
“No, I was half asleep,” I lied.
“I was checking to see if everything was okay.” Her gaze scanned my body, and I then realized that I had fallen asleep wearing only the towel. The towel, now tangled beneath me, left my naked body fully exposed to Linda. Her stare was locked on my erect penis.
“I see that something else is fully awake,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, her body right in my face. The intoxicating scent of her perfume hung languidly in the air. The thin, silky robe exposed her luscious thighs and the bra and panties she wore.
“Jayson, I’m here to help you with anything you need,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “Erick told me about the breakup with your girlfriend. I know that guys can get real depressed when these things happen, especially during this time of year.”
I was embarrassed about her knowing about my personal life and wished Erick had not told all my business.
“I’m doing okay,” I responded.
Her sexy voice and the feel of her fingers grazing my lower thigh caused my penis to respond, and I attempted to cover up my nakedness.
“Don’t be ashamed if you were having a wet dream. It’s natural to have those feelings,” she said. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see the desire in her brown eyes. “I can help you with things, if you want me to.”
As her hands slid farther up my thigh and hip, I knew exactly what she meant. After a fulfilling bout of sex with