Shower{Seaman}(M-solo voy)

This work is copyright 2002 by the author.  

This work depicts descriptions of sexual activity.  If such 
descriptions upset you, or if you are in a jurisdiction where
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                            The Shower
                                 
                            by "Seaman"
                                 
I was living with my cousin, Gayle, but she was just a room
mate.  When she had moved to this city, she’d needed a place to
stay and I'd needed help with the rent.  We’d known each other
since we were babies together and were compatible so she moved
in two years ago.

I had a girlfriend and Gayle quickly attracted a boyfriend so,
both of us wanting to do what you usually want to with a
Significant Other, we put up a schedule board on the
refrigerator with discrete symbols meaning the one of us would
be . . . entertaining and the other might want to come up with
something to do outside the apartment for the evening.  For
those spontaneous moments of passion, a red cord draped over
the doorknob meant the same thing.  Either way, the festivities
were to be moved onto a bedroom by midnight so the other could
come in and go to bed.  Any cries of ecstasy that were
overheard were ignored.

Things went fine for more than a year, then my girlfriend and I
broke up.  It was six months later and I was getting horny,
especially since Gayle's relationship with *her* S.O. was still
going fine and those cries of passion were all from her
bedroom, not mine.

Cousin or not, I'd been fantasizing about boffing Gayle for
months.  She was very attractive: tall and slender with long
dark-blonde hair that she wore in a pony-tail.  She had a fresh-
looking face and her ass looked fine in the jeans she wore most
of the time.  Her tits were too small for anyone who liked
jugs.  They were no more than AA so Gayle didn't bother with a
bra--I don't think she owned one.  Instead I got the treat of
their unholstered contour and an occasional sight of the points
of her nipples under her shirt when she got excited or chilly.
That was all though; she was very discreet about undressing in
her bedroom and always went clothed to the tiny bathroom we
shared when she bathed or took a shower.  Then one day I hit
the jackpot.

It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday and Gayle had a
date with her boyfriend that evening.  She hated to use a dryer
on her hair--she said it dried it out--so she had the habit of
taking a shower early so that it could dry in a couple hours by
itself.  It was summer and warm enough to be no problem.  We
had been watching a ballgame and a few minutes after she left
for her shower I got up to rummage in the refrigerator.  There
was no real hallway in the apartment.  The
livingroom/diningroom/kitchen took up the whole of the front
half and in the rear, the two bedroom doors faced each other
with the bathroom door in between them in a kind of alcove.

I glanced at the bathroom door when I padded by barefoot, beer
in hand, and to my surprise, it wasn't quite closed.  The latch
hadn't caught and a quarter-inch band of light streamed out.
Within, something moved.  Scarcely daring to breathe, I slowly
moved to the door and applied my eye to the crack.

Gayle had stripped to her panties and was brushing her teeth at
the sink.  I had a three-quarter back view of her.  Her panties
were light blue and didn't quite cover her ass: A teasing bit
of her nether cleavage showed above the waistband.  I didn't
have a direct view of her breasts, but luckily the entire wall
behind the sink was a mirror from the sink counter up, in a
vain attempt to make the bathroom look bigger.  Gayle’s entire
front, boobs included, was reflected in that mirror.  Too tiny
to be called pendulous, they still bobbled a bit from the
motions of her arm holding the toothbrush, her small pink-
frosting nipples dancing up and down.  Instantly my penis
stirred in my pants.  I reached inside and started to caress it
inside my underwear.

Gayle continued to brush, oblivious.  I silently sank to my
knees, put the nearly forgotten can of beer behind me, opened
my pants, and pushed them down.  By now my cock was fully hard
and I pushed my jockies down to let it spring free.  I began to
squeeze the rigid shaft rhythmically, gripping it just behind
the head.  My eye was now level with her ass, just inches away
and I watched, hypnotized, as it swayed back and forth a bit
while she moved.  The taut cotton of her panties was stretched
tight over the twin globes they covered.

Finished with her teeth, in quick succession Gayle rinsed the
toothbrush, then her mouth, taking the water from the glass she
kept on the counter.  She bent over to spit and I got a
momentary glimpse of her suspended tits while the seat of her
panties was stretched as tight as a drum.  Between her legs her
hidden pussy bulged and I got the slightest hint of the groove
of her vulva under the thin cloth.  When she straightened up, a
teasing bit more of her ass cleavage was visible, then she
walked over to the tub-shower and rolled the glass door open.
All of the plumbing, sink, toilet, and showerhead were along
the same wall, so shifting a bit, and edging the door ever so
slightly wider, I was able to see her directly as well as in
the mirror as she started the shower.

She bent over to turn on the taps and I got a longer view of
her dangling breasts, firm derriere, and the bulge of her
pudenda while she adjusted the water's flow before she
straightened up again.  Then she walked to the linen closet on
the opposite wall and fetched a towel.  This afforded me a
frontal view and I split my attention, admiring how her panties
tucked around the lovemound at the junction of her legs as well
as her breasts.  Returning to the shower she hung the towel
over the top of the shower door then skimmed her panties down
and stepped out of them to stand nude while she waited for the
hot water to arrive.  We were a long way from the building’s
community water heater and it took a while.

I was completely entranced by the sight of her tight, smooth
ass.  One of my hands was by now slipping up and down the six-
inch rail of my penis while the other cupped my balls in their
tight sack.  Pre-cum was starting to dribble as Gayle idly
scratched one hip.  No sun worshipper, she was the same pale
shade from head to toe, with no trace of a tan.

Then she bent over again to make her final adjustments.  For
three marvelous seconds I could see right up between her
slightly spread legs to the cleavage of her pussy, and a strong
sexual pulse went down my spine to the head of my cock.  Her
outer lips were bare and white as the rest of her.  I could get
just a glimpse of the coral lips of her vulva in between.  I
stopped stroking to keep from cumming too soon but I fantasized
them glistening from foreplay and me standing behind her,
guiding my cock up her pussy, pulling on her hips to drive in
deeply.

The moment passed and, happy with the temperature, Gayle pulled
the plunger to direct the water out the shower head,
straightened up a third time, and stepped into the tub.  She
pivoted as she pulled the door shut and for the merest fraction
of a second I glimpsed her pubes.  The hair was brown, darker
than that on her head, and surprisingly sparse; I could see the
cleavage of her mons through it.  I was disappointed.  When
fantasizing about fucking her I'd imagined her with a lusher
bush.

Behind the glass Gayle turned a few times, wetting down her
body.  Although the shower door was supposed to be translucent,
it wasn’t really, especially when wet.  Her outline was blurred
but I could still make out the pink points of her nipples and
the darker patch of her pubic hair as they came into view,
alternating with the cleavage of her ass.  I tore my eyes away
long enough to stand, step out of my trousers and shorts.
Naked from the waist down I knelt, reapplied my eye to the
crack, and began to slowly masturbate as I watched.

By now Gayle had picked the soap up from the caddy that hung
from the showerhead and was working up a lather.  Putting the
soap back, she washed her face, scrubbing the foam in with her
fingertips.  A moment to rinse and she dried her face with the
end of the towel that hung over the top of the shower door.
Then, turning her back to the shower's flow, she started on the
rest of her body.  Renewing the soap lather as needed she
worked her way up her arms, onto her shoulders and in her
armpits, then down her front, over her jiggling breasts and the
flat plane of her belly.  As she covered herself with lather I
slid my hand up and down the length of my hardon, imagining
that it was me doing her ablutions.

Gayle turned her front back under the spray and rinsed, rapidly
passing her hands over herself to catch all of the suds, making
her tits quiver again.  Though too blurry to see it, in my
imagination her nipples erected under her touch.  Then she
started again from the feet up, working her way from her
calves, to her knees, thighs, and finally her sex, spreading
her knees slightly to wash her outer pussy before slipping
farther back to do her ass.  A moment later she was rinsing
again, spreading her legs and splashing water up into her pubic
region then rubbing it down to ensure all of the soap was gone.
My penis pulsed a bit as I imagined, again, my own fingers
combing through her sexual flesh.  Then she was turning around
to let the water cascade over the globes of her ass.

After all that rinsing, Gayle picked up the bar of soap again
and reapplied it to both armpits.  A moment to put down the
soap and pick up the disposable razor she kept on the caddy,
and she was shaving her axillary hair, first one pit, then the
other.  I could see her hand and forearm above the top rail of
the shower door as she passed the razor up several times
through the under-hollow of her arm.  A thrill rose in me as I
abused my cock and watched her intimate toilette.

Gayle rinsed again, then picked up the soap yet another time.
This time she applied it to her pubic area and another thrill
went through me as she picked up the razor again.  The mystery
of the sparse bush was solved.  Never in my wildest fantasies
had I imagined her shaved yet this was obviously an old ritual
with her as the razor passed familiarly over the vee of her
mons, stripping it of the pubic stubble that had accumulated.
She then spread her knees again and ever so carefully denuded
her pussy lips, reaching in deep with the sharp razor and
drawing it out several times.

I almost climaxed as I pictured her bare love mound being
tickled by my own pubic hair as I slid my cock’s entire length
up her pussy.  I stopped stroking to squeeze my penis,
simulating her climax and prolonging my pleasure.  Gayle put up
the razor and rinsed again, splashing water up into her naked
genitals.  Then she opened the bottle of shampoo, poured out a
handful, and, stepping out of the shower's flow, applied it to
her hair.  She turned towards me as she worked the lather in,
affording a frontal view of her body.  The brown pubic patch
was gone; her mons was now the same shade as the rest of her
body.  The sight through the shower door was too blurry to make
out the cleft in the middle I knew was there, but the creases
of the Y at the top of her thighs could be seen.  I started
stroking slowly again.  The pre-cum oozed out the slit at the
end of my penis, almost white as I neared orgasm.

Then Gayle bent forward at the waist, flipping her hair forward
over her head so she could work the lather in to the ends.
This tucked her pubis in and I shifted my attention to her
suspended breasts.  They swayed as she passed her hands
rhythmically down the length of her mane then danced when she
vigorously massaged her scalp, the pink nipples bouncing up and
down with her motions.

Still hunched over, she swiveled clockwise to put her head
under the spray and rinse.  This direction made her ass pass by
close to the blurring shower door and my cock pulsed again as
my mind's eye clarified the sight, affording me another view of
her pussy lips.  I stopped stroking again as the orgasmic
tickle became stronger, trying to get the timing of my climax
right.

Finished rinsing, Gayle stood upright, flipping her wet hair
behind her, then turned the water off.  On the verge of
cumming, I poised.  My free hand groped and found my empty
jockey shorts.  She rolled open the door.

I'd never seen a shaved woman before.  Her naked mons veneris
bulged at the base of her belly before tucking between her
thighs, divided by the cleft in the middle.  The tickle inside
me burst at the sight.  Eyes riveted on that sexual spot, I had
time for one final stroke before my penis pulsed and a solid
stream of semen spurted out.  Luckily I was ready and caught it
in my shorts.  I tore my eye from the door and looked down as
several more white jets arced out of my cock to soak the white
cotton of the underwear clenched in my other hand.  My orgasm
finished with a feeble twitching and I milked my slackening
penis; the last few drops of cum dribbled out to be wiped off.

Trembling, I looked one last time through the crack.  Gayle was
still standing in the tub, drying herself with the towel picked
up off the top rail.  One foot was on the tub's edge as she
dried it and her calf.  Then she swung her leg wide as she
reached her thigh and my cock pulsed one last time as her vulva
opened and I caught a glimpse of her clitoral hood.

It was time to go before she caught me.  Praying my knees
wouldn't crack, I stood, collected my trousers, and opened the
door as silently as I could to my room.  There I tossed the
soaked jockey shorts into the laundry basket then drew my pants
over my now-drained cock.  Pausing to recover the can of beer I
nipped to the sofa in front of the TV just as Gayle came out of
the bathroom.

"Who's ahead?" she asked as she sat at the other end of the
couch and combed her wet hair to arrange it for drying.  I
glanced over at her.  The points of her erect nipples showed
under the t-shirt she'd put on.  I hoped she didn’t look at my
lap where a small dark spot betrayed my recent ejaculation.

"Uh, still Cleveland by two," I said.  At least that's what the
score had been a few minutes ago.  With great effort I returned
back to the ballgame.  The vision of Gayle's body occupied my
mind.