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The Shower, by Tiramisu. MF, rom, slight kink. Sorry, no more hints since
that
 would ruin the story.

Reposted by Tiramisu. 

Copyright 1997 by
Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost or archive 
without
explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for archiving in ass
and assm. 

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THE SHOWER

It was Friday afternoon,
6:20 PM. Sara Bennett turned her green Dodge Intrepid onto 
Maple Drive.
Almost home, she thought. Another night in the office beyond five 
o'clock,
but thank God it's Friday. 

As she drove past the Carlson's, she saw her son
Jimmy waving at her. Jimmy was 11, 
and was playing touch football in the
Carlson's yard with some of the boys. She 
slowed and stopped the car as he
came running over.

"Hi, Mom. Can I stay over? We're gonna get Chinese and
rent some movies. Rick's Mom 
said it was okay."

"Sure, honey. Have fun.
Call us later, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," he said as he ran back to his friends.
Hmm, let's see. Jimmy  was staying over at Carlson's.  Lynda should be home
from her 
after school job at the supermarket a little after 8. Okay, she
thought. Pizza for 
2, or maybe for 3, since Lynda might want some before she
went out.  Jim was 
probably home already. She wondered if he had rented a
movie. And just maybe, if 
Lynda went out with Mike again tonight,  she and
Jim might have the  evening alone 
together. That hadn't happened in a long
time. Hopefully he'd be in a better mood 
tonight. Lately, it seemed, he was
always looking for a fight.

She went into the house, and headed up the
stairs, thinking  about Lynda and Mike. 
They'd gone out a few times, and he
was Lynda's first real boyfriend. At 17, she was 
certainly old enough to
have a boyfriend, and Mike seemed nice enough.

As she walked into the
bedroom, she heard the shower running. She kicked off her 
shoes, unzipped
her skirt, and stepped out if it, tossing it on the bed. She 
unbuttoned her
blouse, tossed it on the bed next to the skirt, and walked into the 
bathroom
wearing her bra and half slip. 

She was about to call hello to Jim in the
shower when she stopped. She saw him 
through the clear shower curtain. Eyes
closed. Left hand wrapped around his erect 
penis. Holding the shower head in
his right hand, directing the water between his 
legs.

What the hell was he
doing,? So he didn't get enough? Well, dammit, she didn't 
either! Between
the kids and their work schedules, they were never alone, and when 
they
were, well that was a big disappointment, too. Tonight, maybe they would be
alone, but after this shower, what good would he be? Shit, she thought, it
probably 
wouldn't have mattered anyway.

She was about to say something, but
she kept watching. He didn't see her. He hadn't 
heard her come in. He didn't
know she was there. She watched as he slowly stroked 
his penis with his left
hand, then lightly moved his fingertips over the underside 
of his penis and
down over his balls. She watched as he sprayed the water up the 
inside of
his thigh, over his balls, over the underside of his penis, and up over 
his
chest and belly. She noticed how slowly  and patiently he did it, and wished
he 
were more slow and patient with her. She realized  that she was becoming
aroused. 
She could feel the moisture between her legs.

She couldn't stop
watching him. She looked at  his body. He was 43, and his body 
still looked
pretty good. His legs were muscular from tennis and bike riding. His 
chest
was broad and strong, and nearly hairless which she liked. His stomach was
smooth and flat, with dark black hair stretching down to his pubic area. His
penis 
was thick, standing out from his body as the water cascaded over it.
God, he looked 
good.

She watched as he ran the water up and down the
underside of his penis. She saw his 
penis twitch and stand more erect as the
water caressed it. She saw his left hand 
wander over his  chest and stomach
as the water splashed over his throbbing penis. 
She saw his fingertips
lightly graze his nipples. She felt her own nipples grow 
erect, begging to
be touched, begging to be kissed, begging to be licked and sucked. 
She
wanted to touch them. She wanted him to touch them.

She watched him caress
his body,  surprised at how much this turned her on. She 
wanted to jump in
the shower with him, touch him, tease him with the water and drive 
him
crazy. She wanted to  take his cock in her mouth as she sprayed the water 
between his legs. She was surprised by that thought. Surprised that the word
"cock" 
came into her mind. She wanted him to do to her what he was doing to
himself.  She 
wanted him to tease her nipples with his fingertips. She
wanted him to put his hand 
between her legs. She wanted to put her own hand
between her legs. She wanted to 
slip her fingers into her cunt. She was
surprised at that word, too. God, she was 
turned on. She couldn't  believe
how wet she was.  She wanted to spread her wetness 
over her clitoris. She
wanted his cock inside her. She didn't know what she wanted. 

She wanted
everything. 

And she just kept watching.

She wanted to touch herself. But
what if he opened his eyes and saw her doing that 
and watching him.

She
just watched him. He stood there, in the shower, caressing his chest and  his

cock . His left hand wandered slowly over his cock, then  he wrapped his
hand around 
it,  stroking himself again. He spread his legs slightly, and
aimed the shower spray 
under his balls. He aimed it lower. He aimed it as
his asshole. She wondered how 
that felt. She wanted to find out.

His hips
were starting to move. His hand moved a little faster. Was he going to 
come?
She wanted to watch him come. But, no, she wanted this to last.

"Jim," she
heard herself say.

"Sara?" he questioned, "uh, I didn't hear you."
"Obviously," she said, enjoying his embarrassment now. His penis had become
soft in 
an instant. He must be  wondering how much she had seen. She decided
to let him 
suffer a little. Just a little.

"I, uh. Hi,"  he said, as he
pretended to  wash himself,  but he didn't have soap or 
a washcloth in his
hand.

She smiled at that. "Hi, honey," she said. "You might try using the
soap."

"Hi. I didn't hear you come in," he said, nervously taking the soap
in his hand.

She was still aroused. She decided he'd suffered enough.

"Yes,
honey, I know. You said that. I was watching you. I saw what you were doing."

"Oh. Well, I , uh..."

"Would you like to finish what you were doing? If you
promise to do what I tell 
you..."  Again, she surprised herself. She
wondered why she said that, but she 
realized that she was turned on by this.
The idea of taking control. Telling him 
what to do. The idea  of him doing
whatever she said. 

Oh, God, yes, she was turned on by this. She didn't know
what she wanted him to do, 
and the idea of making it up as she went along
excited her even more.

"Uh, sure, honey, whatever you say." 

She smiled.
She knew he was uncomfortable. But she'd let him  enjoy this, too.

"Do you
want to touch your cock. Do you want me to watch you touch your cock?"

She
knew these words surprised him. They never "talked dirty" in bed. She had
never 
thought about it before, and was surprised again to realize it turned
her on, too. 
She saw his cock start to swell as she said these words.

"Yes,
I do."

"Well, not until I tell you."

"Would you like to watch me touch
myself	as you do that? Would you like to watch me 
slide my fingers inside
me as you touch yourself?" She thought, "into my cunt" but 
couldn't say it.
"If you want," he said, obviously embarrassed, but his excitement was also
becoming 
obvious. 

"Would you like me to touch you? To stroke your cock?
Run my hands over your chest? 
Spray the water over your balls?"

"God,
Sara," Jim said, embarrassed, but his penis now fully erect.

Sara smiled.
"Take your cock  in your left hand, Jim."

He wrapped his left hand around
his penis.  She wanted to touch herself, but didn't 
want him to watch. Well,
she did, but she didn't. At least for now. 

"Hmm. Now, take the soap, honey.
Get your cock nice and soapy. Yes, baby, lots of 
soapy suds."

Jim did as he
was told. Still holding his cock in his left hand,  he took the soap 
in his
right and tentatively  rubbed the soap through his pubic hair,	making lots
of foamy lather. 

"Yes, honey, spread that soap all over. All over your cock
and balls."

"Ohhh, Sara," he moaned. Then, with both hands he spread the
lather all over his 
cock and down between his legs, over his balls, under
his balls. 

"I'm making you nervous. You see me standing here, watching you,
and it makes you 
nervous." He nodded. "Here, honey, let me fix that." She
took a hand towel, and 
folded it in half lengthwise. Then she placed it over
his eyes, tying it behind his 
head. A blindfold. "Now, you can't see me.
Isn't that better?"  

"I guess so." 

"Good, now take your balls in your
right hand and slowly slide your left hand up and 
down the length of your
beautiful cock. Hmm. Yes, that's good. Nice and slow. The 
soap makes it nice
and slippery. Like my pussy. Doesn't that feel good, baby?"

"Yess," he
groaned.

Without taking her eyes off him, she removed her pantyhose, then
slid her panties 
down and stepped out of them. Then she unclasped her bra,
and slid it off her 
shoulders. She stood there in her half slip, her pussy
wet,  her nipples hard, 
begging to be touched, watching her husband,
blindfolded in the shower, stroking his 
cock with one hand, cupping his
balls with the other. She couldn't believe what was 
happening, couldn't
believe what she was doing, couldn't believe she had actually 
blindfolded
him. And she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Tentatively, she 
slid her right hand between her legs, her palm on her mound, her middle
finger 
resting on her	lips and clitoris. Her lips were swollen. Her finger
rested there, 
not moving. Ohhhh. She pinched her  left nipple gently between
the thumb and 
forefinger of her left hand. Ohhh, that	felt good.

"Oh, God,
Jim, I can't believe how turned on I am watching you. I want to watch you 
come..." she heard him groan again. "... but not until I tell you," she said,
and he 
groaned yet again.

"Now, honey, spray the water over your chest and
your nipples. Doesn't that feel 
nice? Wouldn't you like me to be covering
your chest with a million little wet 
kisses? Hmm. Think about little wet
kisses as the water touches your chest and your 
nipples. Now, aim the water
at your thighs, at the inside of your left thigh, then 
the right, then
higher, yes baby, spray the water under your balls and think about 
those
little wet kisses..."

Jim moaned. "Ohhhhhh." 

Sara was ready. Her  hips
began to move. She couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. 
She was teasing
her nipple. Her finger was still resting on her pussy, on her lips 
and
clitoris. She knew that if she moved that finger over her clitoris she would
come. If she moved the finger inside her, she would come.

"Jim, would you
like to know what I'm doing?"

"Yes," he said meekly.

She wanted to tell him
that she was touching herself, that her finger was touching 
her pussy lips,
and that she was going to slide the finger inside and make herself 
come. She
said, "I'm  going to come, honey. I'm going to come from watching you 
touch
yourself. But you're not going to come until I tell you. Jim, honey, do you
want me to come."

"Ohh Sara."

She slid her middle finger and her ring
finger between her lips and into her cunt. 
She took the middle finger of her
left hand and touched her clitoris. She came 
immediately. "Oh God, I'm
cummmming" she screamed, "Ohhh, ohhhhhh, oh my God, Jim, 
ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh,
Jimmm...still cumming..... more... aaahhhh..." She'd never 
screamed out like
that before, but she'd never experienced anything so intense 
before, either.
 It went on and on. And when it finally subsided, she still wanted 
more. 
"Oh God, Sara... " Jim moaned. His knees buckled. His hips moved, humping the
air. 

She wanted him inside her now. She knew she would come again. But he
was too close. 
He wouldn't be able to last. It could wait. It would be even
better. "Do you need to 
come, baby? Do you want me to watch you come"

"Oh
Sara... you're making me crazy..."

"Yes, baby, I want you to come. I want to
watch you come. But you have to promise."

"Ohhhhh."

"You have to promise to
do whatever I tell you."

"Sara.. Oh God, Sara...God...."

"Promise, baby?"
"Ohhh Sara... yesss... anything."

"Hmmmm," she purred.  "Come for me now,
baby."

"Ohhhh," he moaned and stroked faster. Sara stepped into the shower
behind him, 
still in her half slip, pressing her still hard nipples into his
back. Her hands 
wandered over his chest. She kissed his neck. She watched
his cock throb. She 
watched his white creamy come shoot from his cock, again
and again and again, as she 
placed her hand over his, catching some of his
come with her hand, rubbing it on his 
nipples, rubbing it on her own
nipples.

Sara turned him around, removed his blindfold, and kissed him
passionately, parting 
his lips with her tongue,  sliding her tongue into his
mouth, teasing his tongue 
with hers. 

She broke the kiss and smiled at him.
"You're not finished yet, honey. Remember your 
promise - to do whatever I
tell you.  You're going to take me to bed, and you're 
going to make love to
my breasts and my pussy with your mouth, and then you're going 
to fuck me,
long and slow, until I tell you to fuck me hard and fast. And maybe then 
I'll forgive you for playing with yourself in the shower."

"Oh, Sara. God,
you're incredible. I love you telling me what you want. I'll do 
anything 
you say."

Sara smiled She knew that he meant what he said. 


THE END
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