The athletic woman shot me her wicked, competitive grin. The one that bowled me over every time she flashed it. “Damn straight you do,” Allison said.
She straightened, showing none of the shyness from the day before. Allison’s body was completely bare before me. She was as incredible as I’d remembered. Her pale skin, slightly freckled at the shoulders. Her small, round breasts and near-six pack stomach. Her shapely legs and long arms.
The night before, we’d managed to keep our underpants on. Now, I saw that Allison had a cute, puffy pussy, the outer lips extended and full. So much was on display because she’d shaved her pubic hair completely. I was used to my own wife, who had a full, dark bush. This was so different it was almost dizzying.
Rather than react to my ogling, Allison crossed one arm under her breast. Then she rolled her other wrist my way. Her point was plenty clear.
I quickly stripped down, letting my outfit pool by my feet. My dick, already semi-hard, dangled free. I became very aware of it. Of myself. But I did my best to stand there and be judged.
As much appreciation as I had for Allison’s amazing body, I had just as much apprehension for her appraisal of my own. Yet, I was surprised to see a similar look of enjoyment on Allison’s face as she scanned me.
Like I said, I’m not in terrible shape. I’m broad shouldered and sturdy, with well-muscled calves. My naked chest is so hairy, it’s more bear than bare. I’m built like a rugby player, I was told once, though I’ve never actually watched rugby.
Allison and I stood there in the bathroom, eyeing each other. The whole world seemed to pause. Finally, the athletic blonde broke the silence.
“I figured after last night, we both could use some balancing out,” Allison said.
I nodded my agreement. That was the only explanation I was going to get for what felt like a sudden leap forward in our relationship. But I understood what she meant. Emily had gotten off and we hadn’t. So why couldn’t we push the boundaries a little more?
“It’s cold out here,” Allison said, breaking my train of thought. Her nipples were so tight, they looked ready to pop off. Though I doubted that was totally due to temperature.
She reached back and opened the shower door, gesturing for me to enter, like a maitre d’ showing me to my table. I stepped under the warm water, immediately feeling refreshed.
Allison followed me in. For an instant, I found myself wondering what we were doing. What was OK and not? Emily hadn’t exactly given me instructions. Was this already more than my wife had intended? Were we supposed to only look, or was touching going to be on the table?
Allison answered my question, at least partly. The Disney bathrooms had three bottles braced into the wall — soap, shampoo and conditioner. The athletic blonde reached behind me and pumped one of them into her hand. Then she started spreading the gel on my chest. My skin prickled and, despite the water and the steam, I shivered. Reflexively, I glanced back at the door.
“I’m guessing those two are, um, evening things up?” Allison asked as she traced my body.
An image appeared in my head: my wife completely naked next to Allison’s tall, skinny husband. Her bare breasts curved slightly upward — nipples a puffy scarlet. Looks of sheer innocence and pure desire fighting across her face.
“Well, we can’t wait around for Cassie to control everything,” Allison said, “I take it you’re OK with that.”
“I’ll find a way to make it work,” I said. I don’t talk much, but those words were particularly hard to get out, I was so entranced by the wet body in front of me. Allison’s strong hands running through my chest hair.
The athletic blonde smiled and stopped soaping me so she could count off the words with her fingers. She was back to her old game of getting me to speak as much as possible.
“Not great,” she said, “I’m hoping I can get you to whole paragraphs by tonight. Thick, girthy, paragraphs.”
She dipped down and grabbed my dick. Her fingers were slippery with soap. The both of us gasped. If I wasn’t fully hard before, I was damn near steel now. My brain told me I should reciprocate and grab one of her breasts. But my reflexes were held in place by the hand currently cupping my cock. Every time I tried to move my arm, my body sent back the equivalent of the blue screen of death.
“So, that’s what I was getting a feel for last night,” Allison said, “I could tell it was something out of the ordinary.”
I rolled my eyes at her. Allison didn’t need to feed my ego.
“You have, without a doubt, the thickest cock I’ve ever felt,” Allison said, staring at me soberly. “Seriously, I can palm a volleyball, but I can barely make my fingers touch around this.”
My mind fled the bathroom. It raced back to where I knew my wife was with Mike. I’d imagined them getting naked, sure. It wasn’t much more than what had already happened. But was Emily currently caressing Mike’s cock? Was he…
“Stop,” Allison touched my cheek with her free hand. Kindly. “Stop thinking about it. About them. Just be here. With me.”
I nodded, slowly. Allison lowered herself a bit so she could meet my eyes. She had a good four inches on me, and it made for a very different experience. I noticed her grip hadn’t softened one bit on my dick.
“You spend too much time in here,” Allison said, tapping my head. “And not enough time out here. With me.”
I nodded. I’d never thought about it that way before, but she was right.
“Be in the moment,” Allison said, “Just react. Enjoy things for what they are instead of wallowing over what they aren’t. Or what they could be.”
She reached for my hand and put it on her little breast. I cupped its softness, like petting a baby bird. So fantastic on my fingertips. I noticed her tiny pink nipple was quite hard. Sticking out sharp, like it could scratch the glass of the shower door.
“You like that?” Allison asked. I nodded my head, emphatically. I knew she was self-conscious about her boobs, and I wanted to give her every encouragement I could.
“Amazing,” I said. My voice came out rough and crackly, but I told myself to ignore it.
“And my hand on your incredible cock?” Allison said. She savored that last word, almost as if she was tasting it in her mouth. The way she said it, it may have been the sexiest word I’d ever heard.
“Really good,” I said.
“Seriously, how does all of this fit in poor, little Emily?” Allison asked, hefting me in her hands “I don’t think I could handle it.”
I knew she was playing along. Talking dirty. I was used to my shy wife, who barely made a sound during foreplay. Allison, on the other hand, appeared to be quite the chatterbox. The difference made things all the more alluring.
Suddenly, I felt like I understood what Emily had been saying the night before. Being fondled this way wasn’t better than being with my wife. It lacked the emotional closeness inherent to our intimacy. But the fact that it was different set off different sensors in my brain and so that made it feel like something new and exciting. Wild and wonderful.
Allison stopped just touching my dick and started full-on stroking it. Again, it felt very different than what I’d grown used to with my own wife. Allison’s grip was tight, yet not painful. There was an urgency to how she rubbed my cock. Driven and desirous in a way I’d never experienced.
I knew I needed to hurry if I wanted to return the favor before I blew. I slid my hand off Allison’s breast and down her flat tummy. I’d never thought someone’s abdomen could be sexy but feeling the defined muscles of Allison’s stomach was almost as good as cupping her tit. I drifted my fingers over her bald pubis and found her slit. She was dripping, and not from the shower water.
“Here,” Allison said, pushing me back towards the wall, while maintaining our connection. “I’ve always thought this shower was perfect for playing around.”
Sure enough, there was a little tile bench behind me. I couldn’t believe it, but Disney had straight up installed a little fuck-shelf in the shower. I knew it was probably there for other purposes, but at the time, I couldn’t see it as anything else.
The tile was cold on my bottom. Allison’s hand felt hot on my dick. Her own pussy plenty warm on my fingers. We worked each other over. Allison pumped at my penis. I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
Our eyes met. I leaned in for a kiss but stopped myself. That was too far, right? Kissing her was too far.
“Stay. Here,” Allison commanded. Then she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips so wonderful on mine. I could feel her passion pouring into me. Just as well, because my own was about to explode outward.
“Close,” I said. It was the only word I could get out.
“Good,” Allison said, commanding. “Give it to me.”
I let out a short, strangled shout as my cum erupted from my cock. Allison cackled, wildly, then gasped. Her own orgasm took her by surprise. Through the intensity of my cum, I could see her face cinch — upper lip curled, eyes rolled back. As if causing my climax had kickstarted hers.
We held onto each other, shaking and shivering. Both of us riding out our sudden, shared pleasure. I didn’t think about the fact that she was some other woman and not my wife. The closeness overcame everything else. Then the orgasm drained out of me, and I couldn’t not think about it.
I saw Allison searching my eyes. I imagined she was obsessing over similar things.
“That was awesome,” she said.
OK, maybe I was wrong about what she’d been thinking. Allison let go of me and stood. I looked at her incredible body, striped with the streaks of my seed.
“You like that, huh?” Allison said. She smirked at me wickedly. “Marking me?”
“Very much,” I said.
“I liked it too,” Allison said, then almost to herself. “A lot.”
I got up and we washed ourselves off. This time, we took it more seriously. About halfway through, I started to wonder, again, about what was going on in the other room. I wasn’t exactly concerned, but I can’t say I wasn’t worried, either.
Allison shut the water off, and I listened closely for sounds from our spouses. I heard nothing. I couldn’t decide if that was a good sign or a bad one. I hurriedly dried off, then wrapped my towel around my waist and slid open the shoji door.