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"There
is no place as erotic as the imagination."
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The Shower
Author: Beth Rayne
It’s been a long day at work. The runs keep coming in, the radio
keeps talking and the miles add up. For a few short minutes, you
get a chance to check your email. The clock on the computer
reads six-forty five, and seems to go backwards. You scroll down
the email list and notice an email from an old co-worker. You
open it up and read every word. You smile and squirm in your
seat. It sends your mind into frenzy. You read it again and
focus in on its content. Some parts almost make you blush. All
of the sudden, the tones drop on the radio. You are sent down
the street to an unknown problem. You close out your email and
get up only to see your relief standing there. He offers to take
the call and asks for the keys. You throw them at him and grab
your stuff from the ambulance. You clock out as you watch them
drive off in a blaze of glory. You then walk out to your car and
get in.
The drive home seems long, but
your mind wonders back to the email you just read. Your body
gets warm and flushed. At a stoplight, you stretch your legs.
Your skin becomes sensitive, with every thought of that risqué
email. You breathe deeply and slowly as the light changes to
green. You can feel your nipples becoming erect with every
breath. You shake your head and smile. No matter how hard you
try, you are not able to get that situation out of your head.
You run your hand down the inside of your left thigh. The
sensation sends quivers between your legs. You breathe deeper,
causing your stiff nipples to rub up against your bra. You want
to close your eyes and dream about the fantasy, but you know you
can’t. You move around in your seat as you pull into the
driveway. You get out of the car and walk into your house.
Finding no one home, you remember that everyone were going out
tonight. You strip off your clothes and walk into the bathroom.
You turn the shower on and let
it warm up. You climb into the shower and feel the warmth hit
your body. You run your hands over your shoulders as the water
massages your back. You feel instant relief of the stressful
day. Water trickles down your chest and across your breast. It
then drips along your stomach and between your legs. You close
your eyes and sigh. You grab your sponge and lather it up. You
slide it over your shoulders and across your neck. Instantly you
fantasize about the email. You turn the sponge into his hands.
You imagine him standing behind
you, pressing up against you. You can feel his arms wrap around
your body, as he kisses your neck. You can feel the warm water
run across your body, as he gently breathes by your left ear. He
grabs your lathered sponge and rubs it against your breast. You
slowly slide it around the bottom of your breast and back up to
the top. The sponge catches your hard nipples, which sends
shivers through your body. Lowering his hands onto your stomach,
you feel the warm water release and run between your legs. The
water makes you softly moan.
You imagine his hand touching
yours and placing it just above your hot pussy. He guides your
hand over your clit as you raise your leg up to the edge of the
tube. The warm water runs across your body, coating your wet
pussy and down your leg. His hand is on top of yours as her rubs
you clit back and forth. You moan with every stroke of his hand.
The water massages your back as you imagine him kissing you. You
can feel his tongue touching yours as you lick your lips.
He guides a few of your fingers
inside you. It makes your knees shake so much, you grab on to
the shower curtain. He presses his palm down onto your clit as
he strokes your fingers in and out of you. Surges of energy
rolls through your body as his fingers move faster and faster.
Your hips rock back and forth slowly as you are close to cumming.
His fingers move back up to your clit as you begin to shake. You
turn around and water hits against your chest. You imagine his
mouth sucking your nipples as the water hits you. You finger
tips press against your clit, as you start to cum. His hands
guide yours faster and faster. You grab onto the shower curtain
as your body shakes. Your toes curl in as you scream out in
ecstasy. Your sensitive body shakes as the water drips across
it.
You instantly feel relieved as
you open your eyes. You turn the water off and get out of the
shower. As you dry off, you can hear your phone ringing. You
walk over to it and notice it’s a text message.
It says “Can’t stop thinking
about you, I want you too."
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MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR LOOKED ON
EXCITEDLY AS I PLEASURED HIS BEAUTIFUL WIFE
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Two months ago, after years of living in a cramped apartment in a large,
noisy city, I decided to move to the peace and quiet of the suburbs. I
found a cute ranch-style house on Long Island and settled in, happy to
be free of city life and its attendant aggravations. Everyone was so
nice, especially my next-door neighbors, Alex, a gregarious guy with
charisma to spare, and his stunningly beautiful wife, Kim. They made me
feel at home right from the start, and last week their friendliness
reached a new and altogether wonderful level.
It was just a few days after I had moved in that Alex came by to
introduce himself and welcome me to the neighborhood. I met Kim the very
next day, when I was putting some stuff in the garage. Tall, with clear
blue eyes, curly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and an
enticing figure exquisitely defined by a tight white t-shirt and
ass-hugging blue denim cutoffs, she was a sight to behold. We chatted
for a while, with Kim telling me some things about my new neighborhood
and saying how much I'd love it. She seemed as nice as she was beautiful
and, unless it was my imagination, rather flirtatious. I was struck by
the thought that she was sizing me up, checking me out as if her husband
had told her about me and she had come by to see for herself.
That thought stayed in my mind and grew more intriguing in the days and
weeks that followed, as the three of us began doing things together and
grew closer. There were the outdoor barbecues, the ball games, movies at
the mall and concerts in the park, with Kim paying as much, if not more,
attention to me than to Alex. That she liked me, a lot, was obvious, and
if Alex was uncomfortable with his wife's behavior, the way she
flattered me at every chance and hung on my every word, he never said
anything to me. On the contrary, I got the distinct impression that he
was thrilled by how well Kim and I seemed to be getting along.
And then it all came to a head last Saturday night, after dinner at
their place, while we were enjoying drinks in the living room. I should
have seen it coming, I realize now, but still I was taken aback when,
during a moment of silence, Kim, sitting next to me on the couch, looked
over at her husband and asked, "Is it time, honey?"
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