Ch. 03 - Epic Shower

We laid entwined on the lounger for a few more minutes, Aimee topless and wrapped in my arms as she came back to earth from her multisensory extravaganza of an orgasm.

The smoke from the finished fireworks show wafted overhead. Sporadic explosions continued popping off in the distance.

Aimee sighed deeply and said, "I need a shower. Do you want to come with me?"

"Ugh, I guess so," I replied in mock protest.

She elbowed my ribs and laughed. "Hey, I'm not going to make you. I just thought maybe you would take responsibility for washing this sweaty mess you made, ya jerk."

We untangled and stood up. I tucked my dick back into my trunks as Aimee picked up a towel and wrapped it under her arms.

I put my arm around her waist and we strode together up the steps, into the house, and toward her bedroom.

Aimee was staying in the guest suite, which featured a full bathroom including a sizable walk-in shower. The shower was lined with dark teal tiles on two adjacent sides, one featuring a deep built-in bench. The other two sides, one containing the door, were floor-to-ceiling glass. The shower had one classic shower head and a separately controlled wand.

Aimee leaned in and turned the shower on. "It takes a couple minutes to get hot. Kind of a pain."

"I'll see if I can figure out a way to pass the time," I replied, pulling her toward me and giving her a playful kiss. Then another. Then ten more. She pulled away giggling and I wrapped her in a hug from behind.

We stood facing the bathroom mirror, Aimee still with a towel covering her from armpits down to mid-thigh, and me behind her wearing just my damp swim trunks. My right arm was wrapped around her, slung across her chest to hold her body against mine.

Our eyes met in the mirror. "We're pretty cute," I said.

"Yeah," Aimee agreed, "well, I am anyway. Can't see much of you from this angle."

"You're fairly obscured yourself, missy." I tugged at her towel and it fell to the floor, revealing her nude chest and tummy. She still had on the low-rise, purple bikini bottoms.

"Even more cuteness now," I said, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

"Well, now I need more of you," she replied, reaching both hands back and grabbing my waistband at my hips, then pulling them down to my knees by lowering herself with an awkward shimmy. I stepped fully out of my trunks, my half-hard cock rubbing against the full length of her spine as she stood back up.

"Right back at you," I said, looping my thumbs into the bikini strings slung over her hips and tugging down.

My rapt stare was locked on the reflection of her midsection in the mirror as I lowered her swimsuit. Her shaved mound came into view, followed by the cute bare cleft of her innie pussy. She sashayed her hips slightly side to side to help me pull her briefs down past her knees, then kicked a foot to the side to discard them on the floor.

I wrapped my arms around her again as we watched each other in the mirror. I ran my hands across her stomach and chest and kissing her ear as I softly whispered "you're beautiful."

She tossed her head back dreamily and reached her right arm up to wrap her arm around my head. At the same time, her left hand reached behind her, grasping my manhood, and she gently tugged me to her left.

"Get over here, stud. I want to see you."

I followed her instructions, stepping out from behind her and stood to her left, my right arm draped over her right shoulder. Her left hand released my cock as she lifted her right hand to grasp my own, and we stood there for a minute, smiling and gazing over each other's bodies in the mirror.

I watched her eyes tracing up and down my 5'9" frame, seeming to especially linger on my muscular upper body and my cock, rising now to its full glory.

I drank in her lithe 5'5" body, from her adorable face, down to those perky B-cups, her flat stomach, smooth groin, and slender legs.

"Shower's probably ready," she said, turning to push open the glass door. I followed her in and stepped back to let her take the first turn under the shower head. She stood under the steamy stream, eyes closed, head tilted back, back arched, fingers running through her hair to get it wet. A woman in the shower is truly one of God's greatest marvels.

I slowly stroked my cock as I waited for her to finish. She opened her eyes and looked down at my hand in action as she stepped forward from the water.

"You don't have to do that on your own you know," she said as she leaned into me for a kiss and gripped my shaft like a handshake, stroking the full length a few times from base to top and back.

"Your turn to get wet," she said, stepping aside and pulling me into the water as I turned to face her. I closed my eyes and reached up to work the water into my hair. I felt her slide down in front of me, her hands grip the backs of my knees, and her mouth envelope the tip of my cock. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times before beginning to suck it in and out.

I stood there in heaven, a steaming shower at my back with a beautiful woman kneeling in front of me and bobbing on my dick. I ran my fingers through her wet hair as she continued for several seconds.

When she stopped for a breath, I pulled her to her feet and turned to press her back against the wall and leaned in for a deep, hungry kiss. I pulled back then dove into her neck with kisses and nibbles. I took both her hands in mine and lifted them up, pinning them to wall above her head. I placed my upper right leg between hers and pressed against her crotch. She spread her legs slightly to grind her clit against my thigh. I could feel her slick wetness even through the warm water of the shower.

Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed the shower wand.

I broke the kiss and gestured to the wand. "Want me to use this?" I asked.

"Oh god, yes. That thing has been my best friend since I moved in, but I think we can make room for you in the relationship."

I laughed and took the wand off its mount and turned the spigot. Aimee sat down on the deep bench and brought both feet up onto the seat, heels against her butt, knees wide, giving me complete and total access to the world between her legs.

Lowering the wand to the floor, I knelt in front of her and leaned in, giving her vulva a French kiss, teasing my tongue into her opening and then running it up to circle her clit a few times before pulling back.

"Now where were we?" I said, picking up the wand and testing the warm jet of water against my hand, then against her inner thigh.

"Good?" I asked, glancing up at her face. She nodded lustfully and I drew the wand up to her clit.

"Fuckkkkkk," she moaned instantly. Her eyes were closed now, tongue circling her lips. She drew a hand up to her chest and pinched her nipples.

I held the wand against her pussy in my left hand, and with my right I reached up and ran my fingers over her opening. Her reaction told me she wanted more, so I pressed two fingers inside and drew them out and back in slowly two or three times. I then turned my palm up and felt for the g-spot, then diligently worked it as she moaned and writhed with pleasure.

It only took a minute or two of this intense multimodal stimulation before she stammered, "I'm gonna, GONNA -" then bent forward in a great shudder. Her pussy contracted on my fingers and she gave a deep, guttural moan.

I drew the wand away from her clit. She remained hunched over for a second or two, every muscle in her body maximally tensed, then relaxed everything and sighed. She looked up at me with wide eyes. I was still kneeling in front of her on the bench.

"Holy fucking fuck, Tom! In one hour with you I've had the two most intense orgasms of my entire life. Jesus Christ!"

She took my face in her hands, leaned in, and gave me a deep kiss filled with passion and gratitude.

We stood up and I grabbed the bottle of body wash.

"Should we finish what we supposedly came here for?"

I squeezed dollops into both our hands and we spent the next five minutes lathering each other's body. No boobs have ever been cleaner than hers were at the end of that shower, and no dick ever cleaner than mine.

I quickly shampooed and rinsed my hair, then stood back to let Aimee do the same. As she rinsed her hair, I stepped out of the shower to towel myself off. I grabbed a towel for her as she turned off the water, then held it open so she could step straight into it as she emerged from the shower.

She wrapped herself in the towel, dabbed her eyes dry, then looked up at me. "Epic fireworks, epic shower, what could be next?"