Aimee - Ch. 07

The intimacies of their time in the shower began in the spirit of teasing. With clouds of steam billowing around them, he stood behind her with a growing erection as he reached around and lathered up her shoulders, breasts and belly while whispering in her ear.

"These shoulders were meant to be kissed."

After thoroughly massaging them with his fingers and directing the spray to rinse them he began to kiss the tops of her shoulders as his hands trailed down to her chest. Applying the soap to her breasts he massaged them, pinching her turgid nipples, and whispered, "These were meant to be licked, and squeezed and I want so much to press these nipples between my lips and pull them into my mouth and suck on them."

She felt the flare of desire growing in her as she became aware of his hard shaft pressing against the small of her back. She whimpered as his hands, followed the trail of suds across her belly and lower; his fingers toying with the strip of trimmed hair just above the cleft of her labia. "Ohhh," she gasped.

The needle-like spray of the shower on her breasts was strong stimulus on her nipples, keeping them hard and aching and transmitting messages of arousal to the area just below his fingers. Her pelvic muscles spasmed as he teased her by swiping his forefinger upward from the bottom of her furrow and then pressing gently at the top. She feared that her legs would fold, and she would slip to the floor of the shower if not for his arms under her hers, to hold her up.

Leaving her yearning for more, his hands moved to her shoulders as he turned her around to face him. His erect penis poked at her belly as he leaned to kiss her upturned face. He handed her the soap in a silent request that she understood. She soaped up his chest, running her fingers in lazy circles as she measured the ripples of his muscles beneath the skin. Her hands swooped down his sides and over his hips. Applying more soap to her hands she dragged them up the front of his thighs and then inward to caress his penis. Her beath staggered in her lungs as she wrapped her fingers around its pulsing girth and began to stroke him while reaching with the other hand to cup his scrotum. She looked up at him and saw his lidded eyes watching her as he moaned deep in his throat. With an impish smile she held his penis at right angles to his body and then rubbed the tip back and forth against her belly. The sharp intake of his breath betrayed his sensitivity there.

He responded by pulling her close ... his penis crushed between their bellies. His hands swept down her back and then across her buttocks. She felt him squeeze her cheeks and separate them and she felt the hot water cascading down between them, through that dark and hidden space. Her own hands reached behind him to mimic his movements as she gripped and pulled his buttocks apart.

The blood pulsed in her temples as she felt his fingers moving steadily toward the valley between her buttocks ... probing. She couldn't breathe. She felt as though she was going to swoon as his fingers glided across her anus with a feather touch. Her body trembled in embarrassment mixed with desire. It seemed so dirty and unnatural ... she wanted him to stop ... she hoped he would continue ... she didn't know WHAT she wanted. She gasped.

Her hands firmly gripping his buttocks she pulled him toward her, holding him tightly and setting aside all thoughts of the propriety of it, she began snaking her own fingers into his crevice where she felt the sparse hairs on the smooth skin. Summoning her passion fueled courage she began stroking her finger until she found the puckered opening. She pressed the pad of her finger to it and then grazed her fingernail back and forth across it.

With a groan, he pressed his finger to her, the lubrication of the soap allowing smooth passage as he entered her to the first knuckle and then remained still, motionless, relishing the heat of her around his finger. She continued massaging his rear portal, contemplating a similar penetration when he suddenly stiffened in her arms and pressed even closer to her. His body jerked a few times as he breathed deeply and the sudden warmth spreading across the wet skin of her belly signaled his climax. The knowledge that he was cumming against her triggered her own response.

She mewled his name and clung to him as she felt the beginning waves of pleasure. He felt her sphincter squeezing his finger repeatedly while she shivered in his arms. As her convulsions began to subside, he slipped his finger from her grasp and gently continued to touch the pad of his finger to the spot ... coaxing out additional spasms, drawing out her pleasure as she leaned against him, breathing heavily, with her head on his shoulder.

After the sensual shower we dressed, and I watched as Aimee put on her bra after retrieving it from the floor beside the bed. As she picked up her skirt from the chair, she paused a moment as she realized that her panties, though nowhere in sight, having been wet twice by her own juices and more recently by my cum, were likely in no condition to be worn again. Then with a shy smile she looked at me as she pulled the skirt up over her hips and closed the zipper behind her. "I guess I'll have to go without panties. You can keep the them.," she said., "I've never done that before ... it feels so ... naughty."

I replied, "I planned to keep them, and ... it IS naughty!"

I followed her to the living room where she retrieved her blouse and as I dressed, I watched her open her purse and engage in some basic makeup and hair routines.

When she finished, she turned to face me and holding out the sides of her skirt she asked, "How do I look?"

"Like a young virgin woman who has had her first four orgasms in the space of less than eighteen hours.," I said. "You are gorgeously sexy."

She blushed in response, releasing her pleated skirt so that it fell again around her legs."

"Sadly, hon, I have to go downstairs to my office, and from there to the airport. I'm going to be gone for a few days to handle some things on the West Coast. I hope you will stay here while I'm gone. Your key card will get you through the door and will also serve as a credit card anywhere in town so you can get anything you might need. You can get room service from the restaurant and concierge downstairs if you wish. Use the credit card to get yourself some new panties ... and perhaps anything you might like to add to your wardrobe."

She felt a pang of disappointment as she learned of his plans to be absent but then realized that he could not just put everything on hold to suit her needs. She started mentally as she realized she significance of her use of the phrase "her needs." Did she "need" him already after just four orgasms? Had their friendship crossed a line into something more than good friends? What would it be like after they actually had sex? After she gave him her virginity would she need him even more?

Pushing those thoughts aside, she smiled and nodded her head and said softly, "I will wait here for you. Please hurry back to me.

He moved to embrace her, his hands sliding down to her backside. He breathed deeply of her clean scent as he squeezed the soft flesh with nothing but the thin fabric of the skirt shielding his fingers from her heat.

With her arms around his waist, she looked up at him and he lowered his lips to hers and they kissed, lingering in the kiss as it deepened, long enough to make them both a little breathless.

When they finally parted, he whispered, "I'll call you every night to tuck you into bed."