Under the Stars and Stripes (Under Him)

Making my way to the bathroom, I stripped down the rest of the way before getting into the shower. I had started working out to try to focus on preparing my presentation. Boy, did that go well. It was clear what I had to do if I had any hope of finishing before the presentation the next day. Wrapping my hand around my throbbing shaft, I closed my eyes and started to gently stroke. I worked my hand down from the head down to my balls and then back again.

Distantly, like something in a dream I heard a door open. More distinctly, I heard her bare feet on the tile floor, something I swore I would never forget as long as I lived. It is funny what you hold onto.

I didn’t turn as the shower door slid open, so soft it was almost silent. It wasn’t until she first touched me that I even raised my head. The soft, warm touch of her hand was too much for me to ignore. Slowly, softly, she caressed her hands down my back and around my side, kissing the back of my neck as she did so, something that required her to stand on her tiptoes to accomplish.

The kisses traveled down my back as she lowered herself back down to a standing position, Ada moved her hands down to my cock. Pressing my hands against the shower wall, letting her take total control, Ada cupped my balls with one hand as she stroked my cock with the other. Getting me close to the edge, she relented at the very end, gently squeezing my cock at the base to keep me from coming.

She was sure I had come down, no doubt feeling the tremor run through me. Ada put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around. My eyes to the ceiling, my sweet love got on her knees before me.

I could almost feel the vibrations as her knees hit the porcelain as she took my cock tenderly in her mouth. I knew she was a cock monster but would never call her that out loud. I preferred to put a positive spin on it and think of her as my good girl. Not only because of her papist upbringing, virtue was very important. Personally, I had no character to clear.

Softly massaging my balls in her gentle hand, she sucked my cock, working my load into her mouth, maintaining eye contact as she did so. She took the oncoming blast of cum with aplomb.

Rising, her feet squeaked softly on the bathmat. She maintained her hold of my cock, stroking it with a smooth rhythm, and bent over at almost a right angle like she had on the camping trip, bracing her free hand against the shower wall as she stroked the head of my cock against her wet and ready pussy. Getting my head all the way in, she put her other hand next to the first and I took her firmly by the hips as I started to pump her tight little pussy, bringing a moan up out of my deepest soul. Her pussy got even tighter as I fucked her. Getting me out without a second to lose, Ada slid the head of my cock into her asshole, taking my load inside her.

Certain she would pull me out and finish me with her hand or possibly her mouth after washing me off, Ada shocked me, and not for the first time, by pushing back even farther, working my cock into her asshole. It was farther than I had ever been before or dreamed of getting. Not because of her protestations or convenes but my own worries about possibly hurting her.

My cock was totally crammed into her pussy as it was, and it was built to be penetrated. She had no such qualms and was already thrusting herself back and forth, stroking her tight little asshole, wailing like a banshee as she did so. The acoustics of porcelain and limestone made it even louder than it would otherwise be.

She felt so transcendently good it was mere seconds before I was exploding deep inside her, filling her up in a way I had never imagined I would ever be able to.

I came hard, my cum mixing with the hot, cascading water from the shower head. Cold, despite the warmth and steam of the water, and more alone than I had ever been before, even during the worst periods of my nerdy childhood. Laying my face against my arm, propped up just so on the cool tile wall, all I could think of was Ada, my Ada.

Chapter Seven - Ada

Babies are fairly notorious for being early risers. Matt had been no exception when he was young. What was different, at least as far as I knew, although he was my only child, was that this was a habit that seemed determined to stay with him throughout his whole life.