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But what did I remember? I seem to remember going to a bar and having what was probably a few too many drinks. I seem to remember a woman, a very attractive woman at that. Did I really take her home with me? Did we really do all the things I think we did?
I look around the room and see clothing strewn about the place. I can see my pants and boxers in one spot and my short clear across the room. And, a dress. A red dress. Are those black panties hanging from the door knob? Is that a black bra on my dresser?
I sit up and place my feet on the cold floor. Naked, I stand up and creep closer to the bathroom door. It’s ajar. I can see the mirror is fogged up. It’s all coming back to me.
I notice the shower doors are fogged too but I can see the shadowy figure behind the doors washing. It’s obviously a woman. She seems to be lost in though while washing her hair. I can hear her humming a little song to herself.
I clear my throat to make myself known. She giggles but keeps on about her business. I take that as in invitation.
I slowly and quietly open the shower door and step in behind her. She has her head thrown back as she runs her hands through her soapy hair.
I can smell her from here. She smells wonderful. I have to get closer.
I take the single step towards her that separates us. I place my hands on her shoulders and begin to rub my thumbs into her flesh. I am greeted with an “mmmm” and she obviously approves of me touching her.
I run my hands down her arms and back up. Even though the shower is hot, I can feel the goose bumps forming on her skin. I pull her close to my body. I can feel myself beginning to harden.
I reach around her with my right arm and begin to fondle her breast. I knead her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I can feel it become erect with my touch.
Down below, my now erect cock has worked its way between her thighs and I can feel her squeezing and relaxing her legs.
My left arm works around her front and begins to slowly travel down her front side. Over her stomach, my fingers still travel down. I come to her trimmed pubic hair. Not shaved, but not fully grown, she obviously keeps it trimmed into what’s commonly known as a “landing strip.
My fingers begin to explore her womanhood. Even though we are in the shower, the wetness I can feel on my fingers is not the water. I begin to massage her clit with my thumb while I slowly slide a finger into her waiting pussy. I can hear her breathes become more shallow as my finger penetrates her. She pushes her back into me and throws her head back. I accept the invitation and begin to nibble on her neck. I occasionally work my way to her earlobe, then back to her neck. I want more. I need more. I think she feels the same way.
“Lets head back to bed” She agrees.
She leads the way taking my hand. She turns to face me and our tongues meet. Fighting for control. Her hands are traveling up and down my back. My hands return the favor. I lower my grasp and take her checks into my hands and begin to squeeze.
We lower ourselves onto the bed and continue our kissing. She breaks the kiss and places her hands on my shoulders and gives me a gently downward push. I know what she wants.
I kiss and lick my way down her body. I can feel her shiver, but I know it’s not due to being cold. I know anticipation when I feel it.
I can feel her part her legs to allow me easier access to her garden. She places her legs over my shoulders and uses them to pull me closer. Her aroma is overpowering. I have to taste her. I can see her juices glistening on her lips. I move closer.
I use my fingers to part her lips and begin to go to work with my tongue. While licking, I use my fingers to apply a light circular pressure to her clit.
I change positions and begin to gently nibble on her clit while I insert a finger into her waiting hole. In and out I slide it slowly. Then faster and faster. Then back to slow.
I notice a definite increase in the wetness on my face as she reaches an orgasm.
She tells me to come up on the bed and lay on my back. She positions her pussy over my face while positioning her face over my throbbing cock. I can feel her teasing my head with her tongue. She runs her tongue up and down the underside. I guess she knows that is the most sensitive part. Her mouth feels amazing. She takes my entire length in her mouth and begins to give me the best blow job I have ever had. She also fondles my balls with the lightest touch. Her skilled fingers send shivers down my spine.
She then presses her pussy close to my face encouraging me to continue my earlier work. I gladly obey. We both drive each other to orgasm. Each of us swallowing whatever fluids we have to give.
She then turns around and begins to rub my now flaccid manhood until its hardness returns. She positions herself over my rod and lowers her body onto me. I can feel her inner folds welcome me inside her warmth. She begins to ride me, slowly at first. I can feel her grind her hips against mine when she is in a lower position. At times, she seems to just drop onto me, while at other times she gently and slowly lowers herself. I can reach up and fondle her breasts while she rides me.
“Get behind me” is all I hear her say. I more than willingly change positions.
She gets on her knees and I position myself behind her. I grab her hips and pull her close to me. I put the head of my cock against her lips and insert just the tip. She thrusts her hips back onto me and I ram into her with force. She grunts and begins to rock back and forth. I think her animal side is taking over. I can hear her tell me to “fuck me harder” and “oh yeah, make me your bitch”. Something tells me she is feeling pretty good.
I can feel my ball sac contract. I know I’m about to cum. I tell her and she tells me that she is on the pill, and that she wants to feel me fill her with my juice. I shoot load after load of cum into her hot box.
We collapse, covered with a thin sheen of sweat, curl up and fall asleep in each others arms. I guess we’ll have to try that shower thing again when we wake up.
