Surprise Shower Shenanigans

Codes- MF, F-solo, shower, ex/voy, romance.

Intro- This is a work of fiction meant for mature open minds. Please do not read it if you object to graphic adult content. Positive and constructive feedback is appreciated.

Thx to Leonard Cohen for included music.

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Austin, TX. Summer 1999.

"I did my best, it wasn't much,  I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch...  I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you..."

The warm shower spray beat down, steaming up the tile and glass stall. Under it stood a nude curvy redhead in her early twenties. Lisa Coleman was five feet, eight inches tall with a featherweight build of toned muscles. Dark red hair framed her pretty face, falling just past her shoulders. She ran her hands over her body, spreading soap over her legs and torso. She sang Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" as she scrubbed her taut curves.

Judging her body was soaped enough, she put down the soap and grabbed the shampoo. This month she was using a scent of teak and honeysuckle. Lisa squeezed some out of the bottle, then rubbed it into her hair. She then stood under the shower spray for several minutes, letting the water rinse sweat and grime from her body.

She was in no hurry. The shower was for relaxation as much as cleaning. She had a day off from classes and her job at the media store today. She was spending it with her boyfriend Doug Ramsay. They had shared her bed the night before, sleeping and making love. She had awoken first and was taking her shower while she waited for him to get up. Best get it over with now. They could go running together afterwards, or catch a movie, or do a hundred other things. She smiled, thinking about it. They had been dating nearly a year, were very much in love. Sometimes they fought, but lasting arguments were rare and they both preferred good humor. Perhaps more was ahead soon.

Perhaps other things would come soon too. Lisa ran her hands over herself, thinking about them. Her fingers lingered on her large peach nipples, tweaked and caressed them. They then traveled downward, massaged her stomach and thighs. A thin line of red hair shone just above the cleft between her legs, marking the area. She teased that line, enjoying the sensation this produced. Then she moved further down, stroked the flesh at her core. Coaxed the cherry sentinel of her erect clit from her cunt's petals, flicked it back and forth. Lisa released several sighs as she did so, letting pleasure rush through her. The heat of the shower enhanced the feelings within her mind.

Rushes of thought echoed in her mind. Lisa had long enjoyed touching herself, and imagining someone else was with her, also touching her and being touched by her in return. A good strong man, or a soft welcoming woman, depending on her mood. Someone reliable and patient, pleasant of form and mental state. Firm panting lips on her body, her mouth, her face. Then her neck, her breasts, her thighs and the space between. Fingers accompanying the lips. She moved her hands up and down her body, imagined a lover was there with her. They were embracing, feeling each other up. Her hands on her body were their hands. Pleasure was rising inside her, her heart beating faster as the heat increased. She wanted to wear herself out, explode in climax, then laugh with her lover and cuddle in the aftermath. And it would happen soon. She loved when it did. It was so close, so close...

Lisa felt a shiver run down her spine. Someone was watching her from outside the shower. She could tell by a shadow from outside. Doug, perhaps, or one of the three girlfriends who shared her house. No, the latter were all out for the weekend. Elena was in Fredericksburg with her boyfriend Boris for a romantic getaway, while Shauna and Tara had a study field trip. So the watcher had to be Doug. She thought about calling out to check. Then a playful thought struck her. She would entice him through the glass instead. Doug's imagination rivaled her own. She knew he could not see her clearly through the glass door. But he knew she was there, and in the time they had dated he had grown very familiar with her body. He would easily put images into his mind as he observed her. She would enjoy that, cause the details to take shape in his mind.

She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, shaking it out and separating the strands. She knew this move would emphasize her bust. Lisa then moved quickly under the spray, shadow boxing and caressing her body. This served the dual purpose of cleaning her skin and arousing her pleasure. Her nerves tingled as she touched them. Her nipples and clit sprung to attention, hardened. Moisture and heat grew between her legs.

Lisa cast her memory back to the first time she had made love to someone in a shower. Her first serious boyfriend, who was at the time using cold water to wake himself up and improvise a hangover cure. They had enjoyed several hours of lovemaking the night before- Lisa's first experience of such passion. Snapping at each other, threats and challenges. She had pursued him, aroused his advances, then accepted them. She had learned he would not hurt her- he yearned to bring her pleasure instead and gain pleasure himself in doing so. That was welcome. It gave her good feelings like nothing else. So she had let him touch her with lustful actions and words, enjoyed her own lusts in reply. They had hugged close in an alley and then in a bed, loosened clothing and exposed bodies. She had rubbed his manhood's length, then taken it inside herself. All the while, his lips and hands had roamed over her skin. His tongue licking her face. Then inside her mouth, dueling with hers. Outside in the alley, until they had been interrupted right after their first exchange of climaxes, reminded to take things inside, away from prying eyes. Then they had rushed to his home, where they could be alone, and exchange further pleasure again and again.

The experience had been so good she had gotten up the next morning, heard the shower, and ambushed her boyfriend in it. Screamed at first when she felt the cold water, then felt grateful when he increased its temperature. Then they had embraced, joined together under the spray, rubbed each other into further heat. She relived that experience in her mind now, skin tingling as she touched herself. The relationship had not lasted- it couldn't, her first boyfriend was twice her age and lived a very dangerous life that she had not wanted to be part of long-term. So she had left him. She had enjoyed the embrace of many men and women since then. Many had been bad, demanded things from her she did not like. She pushed them away with harsh words and heavy fists, calling upon allies if needed. The lovers who pleased her best, she kept as friends. These were the ones she joined with again and again, whose touches she accepted. Doug was one of these, the best of them. He had saved her from a bad situation when first they met, pulled her life away from the potential of ruin, given her pleasure instead. Since then he had been her rock, and her safety. She knew she was the same for him.

Lisa rubbed herself, thinking about his hands on her, his loving kiss. She licked her lips, thinking about it. Two of her fingers pressed between her cleft's petals, rubbed her clit between them as she thrust the digits into herself. Her other hand alternated between her breasts, caressed each in turn. She kept her eyes on the shadow behind the shower door as she did so. It better be who she hoped it was. If not, if she was being stupid...

She sang the Leonard Cohen song "Hallelujah" as her emotions warred. It had always been among her favorite music, even though Lisa was never that religious. She didn't like limits on her behavior, lack of trust in her character. The idea of a greater force watching over her and providing aid, though... guiding her to wonderful things... that was nice.

Lisa rubbed herself faster, breathed rapidly. She stopped just short of letting herself explode. Just in case the watcher was not someone welcome, she wanted to be ready. Her training had always stressed that. Mindfulness of her circumstances, anticipating danger, and when necessary, striking out against it. The watcher was not danger, she hoped, but if it was...

The shadow moved closer, and then the shower door suddenly opened. Lisa fell into a fighting stance, then smiled in relief and relaxed.

A man close to her age stood before her. Nude as she was. Tanned skin shining in the bathroom light. Firm muscles beneath a soft layer of chub. Dark blonde hair and thin beard. Blue eyes a few shades lighter than hers. Enticing smile on his lips.

"I heard you in here," Doug said. "Couldn't stay away. Kept thinking about you, and..."

"Stop talking," Lisa ordered him, then crooked a finger. "Get in here."

He chuckled and joined her in the shower, hugged her under the spray. They embraced each other, rubbing their chests against one another. Arms encircled, hands rubbed back muscles and then rose to clasp faces. The two paramours kissed, lips joining and opening. Tongues dueled, Lisa breathed into Doug's open mouth and vice versa. They stepped apart slightly, his hands releasing her and then moving to touch her breasts. Lisa smiled as Doug rubbed her charms. Her hand dropped to his cock in response- it was not too large but a comfortable size for her hands and her loins. And he could use it so well. She rubbed its length, wanting to make it firm and then take it within her body. It did not take long. The eroticism of their proximity, the heat of their bodies and the water around them... Soon they were mutually flushed with anticipation.

Doug grabbed Lisa's waist, hoisted her up and pressed her against the tile wall. Lisa grinned, guessing his intent. She opened her legs and wrapped them around his body as he pushed against her. Her hand held his shaft, guided it between her thighs. She released it once he was in place, moved her hand to his butt, rubbed and squeezed it. The head of his cock meanwhile pushed against her clit, then down and deep between her petals. Doug began thrusting back and forth. His lips touched her face as he moved. Kissed her mouth, her throat, her cheeks. His hands were holding her steady while he thrust away. Her hands were gripping and squeezing his shoulders. The water poured down. They sighed into each other as they embraced.

The cold of the tile at her back. The heat of his body pushing at her. His shaft moving in and out. Her heart beating like a hammer. She could hear his heart beating just as hard in reply.

In, out. In, out. Hands alternately gripping and massaging. Her hard nipples against his chest. Her aroused clit, his firm cock, rubbing together at their loins. The head and shaft of his manhood, moving in and out of her innermost folds. Driving into her, making her feel so good. She knew he was feeling good also, by his sighs and how enthusiastic he was at maintaining their embrace.

"I love you," he said between rapid breaths.

"I love you," she repeated, then stopped further speaking with her kiss.

They caressed and thrust against each other for several minutes- she did not measure the length of time or care. Pleasure built, harder and faster, until her insides were exploding. Her thighs squeezed him harder in response, her body jerking and moaning around him.

"Come," she gasped between kisses. "Ah, yes, ah!"

He erupted into her, prompted by her movements and moans. The fluid hitting her loins sparked more of her own pleasure, and she climaxed again.

They calmed and relaxed as their orgasms subsided. Lisa's feet came down, found the floor. Doug kissed her forehead, then moved his hands to cut off the water. It was getting cold anyway, and they were both ready to step out.

He moved back to her, grasped her face, kissed her lips. Then he pulled back, looking her over and smiling. "So what you want to do today?"

"How about some exercise?" she asked after a few seconds of thought. "We'll show each other some moves." They were both martial arts enthusiasts and enjoyed sparring. She usually won, though the caresses and orgasms she would demand as her prize rewarded him as well.

Doug nodded in agreement. "Let's dry off, then get to that. By the way, I like that Cohen song too."

"Hallelujah," Lisa said. She knew she would have further reason to experience the feeling between that song the rest of the day, and throughout her life with the man she loved.

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End.