Chapter 68: Chapter 68
Naomi had always loved sex in the shower, but it wasn’t till she did it with Kurt that things went
totally out of control.
She’d first gotten dirty in the shower when she lived with her parents. She’d sneaked her boyfriend Darius in with her while her parents were sleeping.
She’d soaped him up; he’d soaped her up; she’d gone down on him a little and, owing to the taste of soap, finally jacked him off instead.
He’d climaxed without losing his balance and without making a sound. Not one that could be heard over the sound of the shower, at least. There was a soft, low murmur of pleasure from Darius’s lips, but it got lost in the sound of the cascading water, and no one had heard it but Naomi.
Naomi and Darius waited till her parents weren’t home to try it again. Darius and she weren’t really “configured” to actually fuck in the shower, though. He had a very large cock and he was very tall. When she positioned herself for bent-over sex-from-behind in the shower, the angle of penetration made his cock seem to hit all the wrong spots. Naomi had to call it off.
They tried using lube. Naomi had needed it from the start with Darius, especially since she’d been a virgin. She’d gotten it free in packets from the Wallace River College, along with a pamphlet on the importance of its use—which she’d already picked up from the sex books the conservatives had been unable to ban in the college library. After she and Darius went all the way, Naomi quickly became a huge proponent of lube; the two packets it had taken the first seven times or so turned into just one as she got used to the process and became more economical. But she still relied on that one packet to make intercourse feel glorious, no matter how aroused she was. Unfortunately, the water tended to wash the lube away. It wasn’t until Naomi discovered the potential for creative use of an ear syringe that she was able to get herself good and wet enough up inside to really take it from behind and have it feel really good. She couldn’t cum—she was pretty sure she’d never be able to cum—but Darius could, and it felt awfully good in the meantime.
She would have done it every day if she or Darius
had been living alone, but living with her parents made that impossible.
After she transferred to Moore State, the communal dorm showers were not conducive to that kind of adven- ture. In the first place, they were shrouded by nothing more than stall doors with curtains. In the second place, they just didn’t smell very sexy.
In fact, they smelled like ass, and not in a good way. Darius was out of the picture by then, and Naomi bought a cheap waterproof vibrator by mail. It was underpowered and overloud, and after one furtive try at four in the morning when she was sure no one else on her hall was up, she threw the damned thing away.
After that, when she wanted to wank she waited till her roommate was gone.
It wasn’t until years later that she met Kurt, who was considerably shorter than Darius and had a cock that pointed down. Naomi wasn’t sure why it did or what it meant, but the first thought she had when she reached into Kurt’s pants was that his cock would hit all the right spots if he fucked her from behind. Trying out her hypothesis just a few minutes later, she found consider- able supporting data. His cock didn’t just point down; it pointed down and slightly to the right, which meant depending on how she jiggled her bum, his cockhead hit her G-spot at a varying angle as the lower part of his shaft, which widened slightly down its length, tugged with each deep penetration at her labia—just enough to tug them against her clit. If it had done this along the whole length of his shaft, it would have been way too much stimulation; as it was, the sensation hit her
clit in a rhythmic pattern, matched to his fucking and paired with the deep, gentle stroke of his angled cock- head against her G-spot. Naomi came hard on his cock, a very first time for her on a first date—it usually took weeks for her to get warmed up to a new guy.
They had three more “dates” in rapid succession: that very Friday, the next day—Saturday—and then the next Tuesday. Getting fucked from behind by Kurt’s cock turned out to be her new favorite thing, not counting the rest of him, of which she found herself equally fond. She told him this on Tuesday—well before you’re “supposed” to say such things in a new relationship, right? But she cushioned the revelation by saying if she had to choose between bent-over sex with Kurt and everything else about him, she’d be hard-pressed to decide.
“I think you’d be shown the door,” she joked. “Every- thing but your cock.”
Kurt liked that.
That got Naomi thinking all about shower sex again. She still felt splendidly sexy in the shower much of the time—she just didn’t do much about it. She remembered how Darius’s cock, nice as it was, hadn’t quite hit the necessary spots to really blow her mind in the shower… but Kurt’s probably would.
That got her wondering whether she wanted her mind blown in the shower—wouldn’t she slip and fall?
She decided to risk it.
Kurt had never had sex in the shower—not “all the way” kind of sex—but it sounded good to him. Naomi
kept her shower clean, and it smelled sexy—like lilacs and hyacinth. It gave him a hard-on just smelling it. Sex in the shower sounded more than good to him. So when Naomi coaxed him in and soaped him up and rinsed him off and knelt and sucked and stroked him, Kurt was an instant fan of shower sex. He came on her tits and she lathered it up before washing it away, which was hot in its own way.
And Naomi, for her part, felt a thrill as she knelt with the warmth of the cascading water on her back and the warmth of Kurt’s cum on her breasts. She kissed his balls and smelled his clean body and felt a visceral, bodily sexual response to knowing that Kurt was the kind of guy whose knees didn’t buckle when he came.
She couldn’t wait for their next shower.
It happened the next weekend, late on Sunday, after a long morning cuddle and a teasing half a blow job. Kurt wanted more, but Naomi coaxed him out of bed with a purring, “But we’re both so dirty…we should get clean.”
Naomi’s arousal was palpable as she soaped Kurt up and rubbed him down. She rinsed him good before she sucked him again; even with the faint lingering bitter sting of soap on her tongue, she could taste his leaking precum from the tip. She stroked and sucked and kissed him slowly, never letting Kurt get too far too fast, no matter how loudly he moaned. She drooled all she wanted and felt the water rinsing it away.
When she paused and looked up from Kurt’s crotch
and said with a smile, “You up for fucking me?” Kurt didn’t say a word—he just took hold of her shoulders. He guided her up, turned her around, bent her over.
“Hell, yes,” he said as he slid up to her entrance.
This time, Naomi didn’t need the ear syringe—but she’d slicked herself up with lube just to be sure. The water had probably washed most of it away by then— but it didn’t matter; Kurt fit her perfectly.
His cock slid into Naomi easily from behind, and he fucked her gently with the soothing warm water pouring all over them.
This time his cock didn’t just hit the right spots; it hit them harder than ever.
But Naomi had been right to worry. She came so hard she almost slipped and fell. Luckily, Kurt kept his balance and steadied her. She didn’t have to stifle her moans of pleasure, and there were plenty of them—loud and emphatic.
She gave him a key to her place just a couple of days later. Their shower sex became a regular thing—every weekend morning, usually, and sometimes even on weekdays. Naomi fell quickly and hopelessly in love.
And that was before the day she came home to find out that while she’d been at work, Kurt had celebrated their three-month anniversary by installing grab-rails, nonslip appliqués—and, most importantly, a shower massager.
No question about it, Naomi decided. This was a match made in the shower.