As soon as she was finished cuming, I carefully and slowly slid my finger out of her butt and removed my hand from her pussy. Wrapping my arms around her body, I held her to me and turned her into the warm water and let it silently beat down on her back as we stood together.
We stayed like that for a long time. Soon, Sharron turned into me fully, pressing her breasts into me and laid her cheek on my chest. I took the liberty of rubbing her back and stroking her hair, as if I was holding my lover. After a few minutes I realized she was quietly crying. There were no big hiccups, and no heaving — but there were tears running down her face and even though we were in the shower, I could see her tears.
“Sharron, you’re crying. Did I do something wrong?” I asked. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head back and forth to tell me ‘No’. “What’s wrong then?” I asked.
“Nothing.” she answered. “I’ll tell you later. Let me wash you now.” She replied.
With that, she pulled away from me and looked up into my eyes. She really had been crying. Her eyes were obviously red and wet. Instantly, my heart went out to her and all I wanted to do was kiss away what ever made her sad and make everything better. But, she smiled at me, took the soap in her hands and began to rub it all over my chest. I was quiet as I watched her methodically wash me — she wasn’t in any hurry and I enjoyed the feeling of her dainty hands and soft touch skimming over my body.
When she was done with my chest, she soaped her hands up and reached down toward my cock. Tenderly, she washed my balls, cupping them carefully as she bent down to see what she was doing. Then, moving to my rod, she stroked me with a soapy hand, cleaning my cock of our combined sex juices from earlier.
Glancing up at me, she smiled and stood to my side, just as I had done with her. Never letting go of my cock, she ran her soapy fingers between the cheeks of my ass until her finger came to rest in direct contact with my bottom hole. She paused for a moment and as I looked over at her, I knew exactly what she was going to do. Sure enough, just as I had done, she slowly pressed her fingertip in and held it there. My cock lurched in her hand and she giggled. As our eyes locked together, her finger slipped in deeper causing my cock to jerk again inside her grasp.
“You must like this.” She said. “Does it feel good when I touch you there?” Sharron asked.
“I think so.” I answered. “Just go slow, would you?”
Like I had done, she started to masturbate me with one hand while her other hand played with my butt. She was slow and gentle, thankfully. I felt each fraction of an inch as her finger worked its way into me until I felt the palm of her hand flat against my butt cheeks.
I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or thankful. Yeah, okay it did feel a little good. Alright… maybe it felt more than a little good. But, I didn’t want to admit it. That wouldn’t be very manly, now would it? And, what would she think if I told her it felt great?
I think she could read the fear in my eyes, and perhaps wanting to spare me any further embarrassment, she didn’t say anything more as she slowly stroked my cock and gently probed my southern border. I was just getting into the feel of her soapy finger in my butt and her fist sliding up and down my erect member when she stopped. “I don’t want to wear you out,” she informed me, “if I’m going to use this thing later, I probably should let you rest for a while.”
Good thing she stopped, too. Between what she was doing in front — and the unusual, but pleasurable feeling from her finger in back, I would have quickly ejaculated all over both of us. Instead, she finished washing me up and then asked me to get out of the tub and told me to dry off. When I was dry, I heard her turn off the water and open the shower curtain, leaving her standing there, dripping wet, totally naked and amazingly beautiful.
Asking for a towel, she wrapped her hair in it and then stepped out. Reaching for another towel, she complimented my bath and shower skills, making an especially big deal out of the way I shaved her legs and how smooth and perfect they felt. All the while, I watched as she bent and twisted — drying her whole body in front of me as if we had done this hundreds of times together. My cock was still hard, a fact she didn’t overlook, because just as much as I was staring at her naked body, she was staring at mine.
Before long she was dry and without even picking up her clothes or straightening up the bathroom, she walked past me, saying “Come on.” Hanging my own towel up, I followed her into her bedroom and watched as she pulled the comforter down her bed. Turning to look at me, she motioned me over and told me to get on the bed and lie down. “I need to feel you in me again. Is that okay, Brad? Can I get on top of you?” She asked.
Now that was a hell of a stupid question. Did she honestly think I wouldn’t let the angel of my life ride my cock? Damn, as far as I was concerned she could tie me to the bed and keep me prisoner for days, or weeks even — repeatedly fuck me until my cock gave up and refused to get hard again. Hell, there was no need for her to ask.
But as I lay down with my erection poking up wantonly, she thanked me, climbed up on the bed, straddled my body and reached down to pick up my entire length and then with one smooth move she sat on top of me, sliding her pussy down my pole until it was all the way in her.
She sighed and then bounced around on top of me. With each bounce, I felt my cock go into her a little deeper. Then, looking down at me, she placed her hands on my chest and leaned way down. When she did, I reached up to her tits and cupped them tenderly as I rubbed her nipples between my fingers. Her nipples immediately hardened and she moaned deeply while I tweaked them. Leaning down even more, I was able to reach my head up enough to take one of her nipples in my mouth and suckle her while I played with her other breast.
For the next hour, she rode on top of me, alternately grinding her pussy down on me and sliding up and down my pole. I laid there and watched her cum four or five times, letting her have as much of my cock as she desired. I tried hard not to get too excited, but she almost took me over the edge several times. For me, I was satisfied enough just to know it was my cock that she was enjoying. I was amazed to see the different ways she rode me — even turning around and riding me backwards. That was pretty cool, too, because I could see my cock sliding into her pussy as she humped me and I got a nice long look at her from the back, which excited me tremendously. Yes, it was nasty — but as I watched her raise and lower her haunches, the only thing I could think of was how breathtaking it was just to watch her fuck me.
Before Sharron was done, though, she sat up on top of me and looked down into my eyes. Then, she did the most amazing thing — squeezed and relaxed her pussy muscles while she sat there. “Oh, Gawd!” I moaned. Sharron just smiled and wiggled her pelvis as she continued to squeeze and release my cock. She started to move up and down my pole, squeezing me as she did. I began to thrust my hips up, trying vainly to get in time with her movements. Each time our bodies moved, she clamped down on me, gripping my penis as it tried to move inside her.
Sharron leaned down, pressing her chest to mine and wrapping her arms around my neck. She started nipping at my ear, playfully kissing me and blowing warm air across my skin. When I started to feel myself about to cum, I hardly had any time at all to warn her that I was close. It came on me so fast and so strong, all I could do is lay there and let her fuck me.
I started to moan and wheeze as I felt my orgasm start. “Ooooohhhhhhh!” I groaned. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” I cried.
She seemed to pick up her pace once she heard that I was about to explode. Her hips, flying up and down on top of my pole with lighting speed, crashed into me each time she came down. Then she would rise up and crash down on me again — and all the while, she kept squeezing my cock with her pussy. “Come on, baby,” she urged, “cum in me.”
“Fuck!” I yelled as I exploded into her, coating her insides with my hot cum.
When it was over, I laid there like a rag doll, absolutely spent and worn out. She sat up and looked down at me with a big smirk on her face. “That must have been a big one.” She said, “I felt it.”
I was still trying to catch my breath when she got off me, letting my softening cock slip from her pussy. Glancing over at her, I watched her arrange herself on her hands and knees. Then, spreading her knees wide and laying her head down on a pillow, she looked at me. At first, I thought she was resting, but with her butt up in the air like it was — and her knees spread wide apart, it appeared like she was waiting for something. And, she was.
“Go ahead.” She said. “You can lick me from behind if you want to. You told me you fantasized about that.”
I instantly knew what she was talking about. She was referring to our conversation where I described what I thought about when I jacked off — and how I told her I wanted to get behind her and enjoy myself by sucking and licking her all over. Now, I know some people might see this as an incredibly nasty and possibly perverted desire, but, why would someone hesitate to touch, kiss or lick someone they loved — even ‘back there’? Seems to me that if you really did love someone, there wouldn’t be any boundaries as to what you would do sexually. Right?
Okay, damn it! I knew I wasn’t supposed to be in love with her anymore. I even promised her I wouldn’t fall in love with her again. And maybe I wasn’t….. or maybe I was. Hell, I don’t know, but, how could I forget all those years of longing and all those fantasies, especially when they were now coming true? “Fuck it!” I said to myself. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. All I knew was that she was on her hands and knees and she was offering herself to me.