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Backpack flopping, Dave trotted down the dormitory hall–devoid of drama, clear of coeds. Thanksgiving break had seduced most girls home to their families. For two college k**s with no money, the empty dorm became a bed-and-breakfast weekend getaway. Nearing Carol's room, his mind raced with expectation. His last visit, on Columbus Day, had been quarrelsome but subsequent apologies, late-night phone sex and explicit emails had smoothed things over.
For him, no one was like Carol—a total package—sweet, smart and sexy. The mere thought of her soft curves and slopes got his lust rising.
She relished her ability to—with a kiss and a whisper—incite his hard-on in twenty-seven seconds.
Self-satisfied with Dave's prompt reaction, his quick shot disappointed her. Shrewdly, she had implemented a foreplay routine: make him stiff and make him spurt. She sucked him to orgasm then flashed a cum-laced smile which inspired him to dive head first between her thighs. His enthusiasm for cunnilingus satisfied and gratified. Through time and training, his mouth became magical, eliciting thigh-shaking orgasms.
A routine established itself.
Dave teased her cum-covered nub until his erection returned. He nibbled her ass, indicating his readiness. Carol got on her elbows and knees, urging him to hurry. They fucked. By the time he came inside her, Carol's orgasm count often broke double-digits.
His cock tapping against his jeans, Dave tapped the door once, so not to surprise her—then entered her room.
Lying on the bed, her nose in an encyclopedic tome, she held up an index finger, signaling quiet. He slipped out of his backpack and waited, patiently, for her to finish. She marked her page and she closed the book. A broad grin and she rushed to him wrapping her arms around his neck. Her kiss smoldered.
Lips unlocked, she reared back, eyes sparkling. "Four whole nights and we nearly have the dorm to ourselves." Anticipation d****d her words.
He inhaled her light perfume, twirled her silky dark hair with his fingers and stroked her pale olive skin with the back of his hand. She had put on makeup, which made her simple beauty go from attractive to stunning. Her eyes reflected his own desire.
"Wonderful!"
Her face turned serious, she nodded at his backpack. "Looks pretty empty—like you have no books."
"Baby," he said in a deep, lecherous tone. "I didn't come here to read. I came to fuck."
Their high school senior year had been filled with nights of sex and lust. Two years later, distant colleges had hurt their relationship. He stared at her, heart rate climbing. He pictured her naked body, his hands caressing her breasts, grabbing her ass, tugging her short, dark hair. For his cock and his mouth, he craved her sweet, hairless pussy.
She read his expression. "Sweetie, I have more reading and an Economics paper to write—a short one. If I don't the work tonight, I'll think about it all weekend."
"Okay," he replied unable to mask his disappointment. He had wanted to arrive, drop his bags and begin his visit with a bang--to set the tone for sex and sleep and more sex. He sighed. Past attempts to persuade her into play before work had worked, once, and disastrously. Not that they didn't fuck, but she tossed and turned and talked as if a nightmare monster was chasing her. When not interfering with sex, he admired her dedication to school.
"How about you go take a shower while I finish."
He rolled his eyes. Showering for him meant gathering his towel and kit, traipsing across the quad to Common House One and the men's showers on the second floor. Afterward, with wet hair and hastily damp, he dressed, packed and re-traipsed.
She smiled. "Tonight you can go down the hall. Of the few girls left, most are harboring boyfriends anyway."
Dave stripped.
Carol got her short pink robe from the hook on the back of the door.
His erection sprung free as he eased out of his briefs.
"Let me get the shower running for you, okay?" She slipped out of the room.
Dave sighed, donned her skimpy kimono. His rod made tented the front. He waited.
She reentered. "Nice," Carol tittered, staring at his bulge. "Wearing my robe gives you a real hard-on, huh? I'll have to remember that for later." She grinned and winked.
Dave rolled his eyes.
With a squeeze of his balls and a peck on the cheek, she said, "The water is running, Go right in. But don't get caught."
Dave chuckled.
"Seriously." Her expression turn stern. "I could be kicked out of the dorm or worse."
"Worse?"
"I heard a rumor about a freshman who was busted in the shower with her boyfriend by some militant lesbian. The blackmail cost the girl a whole semester's worth of term papers to keep from being reported."
"I bet that's just something the older dykes tell the freshmen to keep the men out."
Carol frowned at him for using the word dyke.
"Whatever" She waived her hand dismissively. "Don't get caught, okay?"
"Fine."
Carol gave his balls another teasing squeeze. "When I finish my chapter, I'll come and wash your back."
"Sure." Not happening. She wasn't lying. In the abstract, showering together was sex-appealing. In reality, she got lost in her books.
"Be quick, okay?"
Cracking the door, he glanced both ways. The hall was like a surgery and deserted. A muffled television echoed, distantly. Peeved, Dave shuffled down the empty corridor. At the moment, he thought not about being seen by another resident but about getting laid. Right now, he should have been checking her oil with his dipstick, not sent out of the room like an annoying little brother. With all the girls living here, he thought, forty percent are good-looking, half of those are unattached, half again want to get laid. Damn! With the potential competition, Carol should be making a little extra effort.
The bathroom whooshed as he entered. Six showers lined the back wall. Stream wafted over the curtains of stall four. Broad and deep; each area had an outer d**** for dressing and drying and an inner curtain to contain the water. In number four, he disrobed and hung the kimono a hook beside a huge white towel. Having forgotten his, Dave was grateful for Carol's thoughtfulness.
He stepped into the warm mist and stopped, stunned. A tall woman with long auburn hair and bright green reflected his shock. Neither spoke. Dave swallowed hard, his dick undecided—scared or aroused.
Hips, thighs, breasts and cheeks were pale and smooth and round—her furry triangle like a fire bush.
His cock opted for arousal.
The redhead covered her nipples with her forearm and put a hand over her sex and gasped. She inspected the unexpected and considered her choices.
A slow, sly smirk spread across her face. Abruptly she hauled him into the shower and whipped the curtain closed. "Say a word," she growled in his ear, "and I start yelling '****.'"
Dave froze. Her threat was powerful and real. A scream, a struggle, a bruise on her arm and nothing would be certain but jail.
Firebush wrapped her fingers in his hair and forced his head under the hot, streaming water, making him splutter. Her mouth at his ear. "I can't fucking believe that some whore let her boyfriend use the girls' showers."
"I was just …"
"I don't give a fuck, okay? I came in here for a long hot shower without some bitch yelling at me to hurry up." She turned his head toward her and from under the shower so he could catch his breath. "I mean, you understand, you're a guy. Sometimes you need a little 'alone' time, right?" She looked at him waiting for a response.
"Sure," he gurgled.
"Christ almighty, I wanted to …" Her lips flushed double red and the bottom one puffed outward. Despair clouded her expression. Her mouth next to his ear: "I just want ... What everyone wants."
He completely understood. Not having seen Carol in six weeks, he was on a hair trigger. No matter how he had tried, the entire bus ride he thought of nothing but Carol—naked Carol, spread wide open, slick and shaved—a g****fruit pink wedge of cunt between her thick dark lips. He had a wet erection most of the time thinking about his tongue and cock being inside her. Had she been ready when he knocked on the door, he would have come in fifty-seven seconds flat, and by the time she warmed up, he would have been ready to go again.
"Touch me."
"What?" Steam swirled around his head and through it. Scared she would scream and apprehensive Carol would catch them enhanced the thrill. I'm not gonna try and talk her out of it, he thought. I'm way too fucking horny. Shit, Carol certainly didn't deliver. Well, no harm, no foul. As long as I can deny everything, it's all good.
"Touch me now!" Her tone was urgent. "Or I scream," she said lacking conviction.
While her first threat had scared him, the second, muted threat made him hard. Deep down he suspected she would not scream, but the reality of her commanding him boiled his blood. Though not necessarily his type, Firebush was all woman. Dave reached out and rubbed her ass.
"For fuck's sake!" She grasped his hand and jammed it against her fleshy bottom. "Do you even know how to touch a woman?" She pulled him out of the streaming steam. "No wonder I don't waste my time with men. Fucking incompetent." Her jaw was set, her lips a hard thin line.
She huffed and stopped and thought for a moment. "Okay. Try again. Put your mouth on my nipple and make love to it while you touch me all over. Yeah," she continued, thinking out loud. "Suck my nipple, the left one, and run your hands all over my body as if you can't wait to fuck me."
Reading her face, he saw her anger had dissipated, replaced by heartbreak. Sex sparked her eyes.
A clock ticked in his head. Dave figured he had 10 minutes before Carol came looking for him. And nothing good could come from her finding him with Firebush.
She leaned toward him as he inhaled then teased her nipple. He rubbed her all over, forcefully grabbing her ass. Her body gyrated beneath his touch—her breath quickened.
Running her fingers through his hair, she pinched his nipple.
He gasped and squeezed her ass harder.
She moaned and pressed his hand into her full red bush.
Her nether hair felt thick and wiry. She pushed his hand harder against her and rubbed his hand up and down. "You're getting me wet. Put a finger inside and see."
Dave was beyond thinking about anything. His big head knew that he was in a hot shower with a curvy naked redhead who wanted a man, any man, badly. His little head knew her sex needed servicing. His ego said that he was just the guy to do it.
His erection tapped her thigh and made her smile.
"Oh I'm so friggin' wet! Get down, down, lay on the floor."
His face creased, puzzled by her demand.
"Get on the goddamned floor! Don't you speak English?"
Easing himself to the floor, Dave lay down diagonally, his feet spread, his head in the corner. Most of the tile was warm from the long running stream of hot water, but the part under his upper back was cold.
A twist, a turn and a step and she pressed herself into the right angle of the walls, then squatted. The tip of his nose tickled her brown bud and her fur made his lips itch.
Wiggling his tongue through the brush, he licked tentatively. Firebush groaned. He repeated, firmly. She groaned louder. With an inner smirk, his manhood saluted and he munched her muff with gusto.
Water ran off body, diluted her rich, womanly flavor, and trickled into the back of his throat. With her twin globes partially blocking his nostrils, his breathing rasped. She stroked—he licked. With a squirm against the walls, she lowered her essence, pressing harder against his mouth and nose. Ass cheeks resting on his forehead, she oscillated. A guttural sound reverberated faintly.
Her firm hand made him wince with delight, but he had to focus on her and not drowning.
Suddenly, she stood. "Get up." With one hand she helped him off the floor—with the other she grabbed his erection. "I want this. Inside me. Now."
Steam swirled and obscured most everything except her broad, broad backside bent over and pointed in his direction. He was horny and hard and wet and ready.
And so was she.
He slipped his dick between her lips—her warm sticky wetness coating his bulging head. Dave inhaled; Firebush exhaled both groaned with pleasure. He thrust gently at first, slicking his full length with her silky lube. Thick steam swirled, he saw only her pale plush butt and narrow waist and white back. With long deep thrusts, he started a rhythm. Beyond pleasurable—fucking a stranger in the shower and risk of exposure—downright kinky.
Anxiety washed through his head like shampoo. Hips humping, dick drilling, his mind wandered. A mental list: make her cum—a few quick strokes; soap up and wash down—eliminating her scent; return to Carol—fake exhaustion and then sleep.
Her grip on his balls snapped him back to the present.
"Faster, damn it, faster!"
He complied with short, serious strokes.
She grunted and used his left nut to tickle her clit. His pumping action stretched his scrotum, causing one ball to slide over her nub and be tugged with orgasm-building tension.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Muffled in the mist, the urgency was clear.
Thighs burning, Dave imaged his rod caressing all her right spots. More pressure applied to his left nut as she rubbed faster against her clit.
Mouth open, jaw locked, breath rough, the point rose from deep within. He was cocked and loaded. Nothing mattered but release. Dave pulled up on her hips and shifted his own, changing the angle of entry. His mushroom ridge caught on her inner contours. Like putting his finger in a wall socket, his dick plugged into her pussy gave him a charge. Her thighs shook as she pushed her ass against his hips. Stamina fading, he slowed his thrusting on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm that would suck every thought from his head and blow it out his dick
From deep within her came a primal sound, half way between a groan and a grunt of profound sexual pleasure. Long and low and trembling, her vocalization reverberated in the stall, her orgasm undeniable.
Inspired by her climax, he dug deep into his physical reserves. Determined to finish, Dave thrust once then twice more. Balls contracting, the familiar heat burst through the center of his cock, shooting spunk inside her. Though physically on wasted, his cock had other ideas. Still mostly hard, he thrust irregularly, his extra-sensitive prick throwing shivers through his spine and three smaller payloads inside her.
Spent in every sense, and spots before his eyes, Dave bent over, leaning on her back. He put his arms over his head and over her shoulders, creating full body contact. He breathed, blinked and breathed again, the spots fading quickly. For another two minutes they remained motionless, their bodies bathed in the physical and chemical comforts of post orgasm.
Dave pealed his front from her backside.
Without a word, Firebush turned, took his face in her hands and kissed him soulfully.
"Thank you."
Flushed with heat Dave smirked, their cum thick on his receding cock. Anticipating his platitudes, she placed a finger across his lips keeping him silent.
The bathroom the door opened with a whoosh.
Eyes wide, Dave gulped.
"Hey!" Carol called in a loud annoyed whisper. "Are you okay?"
Cobra-like, Firebush reached out and snatched her towel off the hook. Her mouth to his ear, she told him what to say.
"I'll be right out," he answered matching Carol's whisper.
"Wait. … I'll come in and help you."
For a moment—and a very brief one—fantasy got the better of him. Carol entered the shower naked and catching him with Firebush surprised her—in a good way. In his fantasy, the girls were friends and willing to share him. They played with each other and with him all night long in a personal orgy of pleasure and sexual abandon. Firebush's pale, voluptuous body and dense, red thatch contrasted against Carol's olive skin, raven hair and Brazilian wax. All his dirtiest dreams realized. Within the same moment, Dave realized his utter insanity. The two girls meeting, would be somewhere between his worse possible nightmare and hell.
"Nah, it's okay." He had to stop her and desperately trying to sound casual.
"Are you sure?"
Firebush turned off the water.
"I'm done. Let me dry off and I'll be right out."
"I could still come in and help you."
"But it's … early. We should do it later if you don't want us to get caught."
Firebush handed him her towel and watched Dave dry himself.
Finished, he turned and smiled.
From the corner of the stall she stared at him, her green eyes wide and full lips in a huge satisfied smirk. Her long auburn hair wound into a thick wet rope, d****d over her shoulder and covered her right nipple. She snaked her hand over her belly and into her red thicket losing her middle digit. She brought it to her lips and sucked, winked, then leaned forward and kissed him roughly.
Dave swallowed hard, wondering if she planned him to get caught, kicked to the curb and rescued by her for a weekend of pizza delivery and crazy sex. He licked his lips at the thought, but turned to the curtain, where Carol waited, inches and seconds from a disaster.
Carefully, he stepped into the changing area.
Wrapped bath-sheet, Carol stood looking puzzled.
"I thought you were going to invite me in, you know so that we could wash each other ... and ... maybe ... you know."
Damp all over, the kimono clung awkwardly to his skin. "I thought you didn't want to get caught." Serious trouble clouded his face.
"Maybe the prospect makes it more exciting." she pouted.
"Really?" He faked skepticism. Exciting, he thought, no, thrilling, even exhilarating; heat built—his member stirred.
"I … uh, this place gives me the heebeejeebeez. Let's get back." He put the towel over his head, obscuring his face and left—Carol followed.
Inside, she reached beneath his robe, brushed his thickening cock and looked at the clock. "Give me two more hours to study and then we'll go to bed—before we sleep," She winked.
Dave smiled weakly. Experience told him two hours would become four. Carol would crawl into spent, unable to keep her eyes open. sleep would claim her within three minutes.
The weekend of sex and sleep and sex evaporated. Dave sighed. With Carol studying, he would have time, lots of time. He could read or nap or stalk the showers waiting for Firebush. Maybe next time he would get her name.
For him, no one was like Carol—a total package—sweet, smart and sexy. The mere thought of her soft curves and slopes got his lust rising.
She relished her ability to—with a kiss and a whisper—incite his hard-on in twenty-seven seconds.
Self-satisfied with Dave's prompt reaction, his quick shot disappointed her. Shrewdly, she had implemented a foreplay routine: make him stiff and make him spurt. She sucked him to orgasm then flashed a cum-laced smile which inspired him to dive head first between her thighs. His enthusiasm for cunnilingus satisfied and gratified. Through time and training, his mouth became magical, eliciting thigh-shaking orgasms.
A routine established itself.
Dave teased her cum-covered nub until his erection returned. He nibbled her ass, indicating his readiness. Carol got on her elbows and knees, urging him to hurry. They fucked. By the time he came inside her, Carol's orgasm count often broke double-digits.
His cock tapping against his jeans, Dave tapped the door once, so not to surprise her—then entered her room.
Lying on the bed, her nose in an encyclopedic tome, she held up an index finger, signaling quiet. He slipped out of his backpack and waited, patiently, for her to finish. She marked her page and she closed the book. A broad grin and she rushed to him wrapping her arms around his neck. Her kiss smoldered.
Lips unlocked, she reared back, eyes sparkling. "Four whole nights and we nearly have the dorm to ourselves." Anticipation d****d her words.
He inhaled her light perfume, twirled her silky dark hair with his fingers and stroked her pale olive skin with the back of his hand. She had put on makeup, which made her simple beauty go from attractive to stunning. Her eyes reflected his own desire.
"Wonderful!"
Her face turned serious, she nodded at his backpack. "Looks pretty empty—like you have no books."
"Baby," he said in a deep, lecherous tone. "I didn't come here to read. I came to fuck."
Their high school senior year had been filled with nights of sex and lust. Two years later, distant colleges had hurt their relationship. He stared at her, heart rate climbing. He pictured her naked body, his hands caressing her breasts, grabbing her ass, tugging her short, dark hair. For his cock and his mouth, he craved her sweet, hairless pussy.
She read his expression. "Sweetie, I have more reading and an Economics paper to write—a short one. If I don't the work tonight, I'll think about it all weekend."
"Okay," he replied unable to mask his disappointment. He had wanted to arrive, drop his bags and begin his visit with a bang--to set the tone for sex and sleep and more sex. He sighed. Past attempts to persuade her into play before work had worked, once, and disastrously. Not that they didn't fuck, but she tossed and turned and talked as if a nightmare monster was chasing her. When not interfering with sex, he admired her dedication to school.
"How about you go take a shower while I finish."
He rolled his eyes. Showering for him meant gathering his towel and kit, traipsing across the quad to Common House One and the men's showers on the second floor. Afterward, with wet hair and hastily damp, he dressed, packed and re-traipsed.
She smiled. "Tonight you can go down the hall. Of the few girls left, most are harboring boyfriends anyway."
Dave stripped.
Carol got her short pink robe from the hook on the back of the door.
His erection sprung free as he eased out of his briefs.
"Let me get the shower running for you, okay?" She slipped out of the room.
Dave sighed, donned her skimpy kimono. His rod made tented the front. He waited.
She reentered. "Nice," Carol tittered, staring at his bulge. "Wearing my robe gives you a real hard-on, huh? I'll have to remember that for later." She grinned and winked.
Dave rolled his eyes.
With a squeeze of his balls and a peck on the cheek, she said, "The water is running, Go right in. But don't get caught."
Dave chuckled.
"Seriously." Her expression turn stern. "I could be kicked out of the dorm or worse."
"Worse?"
"I heard a rumor about a freshman who was busted in the shower with her boyfriend by some militant lesbian. The blackmail cost the girl a whole semester's worth of term papers to keep from being reported."
"I bet that's just something the older dykes tell the freshmen to keep the men out."
Carol frowned at him for using the word dyke.
"Whatever" She waived her hand dismissively. "Don't get caught, okay?"
"Fine."
Carol gave his balls another teasing squeeze. "When I finish my chapter, I'll come and wash your back."
"Sure." Not happening. She wasn't lying. In the abstract, showering together was sex-appealing. In reality, she got lost in her books.
"Be quick, okay?"
Cracking the door, he glanced both ways. The hall was like a surgery and deserted. A muffled television echoed, distantly. Peeved, Dave shuffled down the empty corridor. At the moment, he thought not about being seen by another resident but about getting laid. Right now, he should have been checking her oil with his dipstick, not sent out of the room like an annoying little brother. With all the girls living here, he thought, forty percent are good-looking, half of those are unattached, half again want to get laid. Damn! With the potential competition, Carol should be making a little extra effort.
The bathroom whooshed as he entered. Six showers lined the back wall. Stream wafted over the curtains of stall four. Broad and deep; each area had an outer d**** for dressing and drying and an inner curtain to contain the water. In number four, he disrobed and hung the kimono a hook beside a huge white towel. Having forgotten his, Dave was grateful for Carol's thoughtfulness.
He stepped into the warm mist and stopped, stunned. A tall woman with long auburn hair and bright green reflected his shock. Neither spoke. Dave swallowed hard, his dick undecided—scared or aroused.
Hips, thighs, breasts and cheeks were pale and smooth and round—her furry triangle like a fire bush.
His cock opted for arousal.
The redhead covered her nipples with her forearm and put a hand over her sex and gasped. She inspected the unexpected and considered her choices.
A slow, sly smirk spread across her face. Abruptly she hauled him into the shower and whipped the curtain closed. "Say a word," she growled in his ear, "and I start yelling '****.'"
Dave froze. Her threat was powerful and real. A scream, a struggle, a bruise on her arm and nothing would be certain but jail.
Firebush wrapped her fingers in his hair and forced his head under the hot, streaming water, making him splutter. Her mouth at his ear. "I can't fucking believe that some whore let her boyfriend use the girls' showers."
"I was just …"
"I don't give a fuck, okay? I came in here for a long hot shower without some bitch yelling at me to hurry up." She turned his head toward her and from under the shower so he could catch his breath. "I mean, you understand, you're a guy. Sometimes you need a little 'alone' time, right?" She looked at him waiting for a response.
"Sure," he gurgled.
"Christ almighty, I wanted to …" Her lips flushed double red and the bottom one puffed outward. Despair clouded her expression. Her mouth next to his ear: "I just want ... What everyone wants."
He completely understood. Not having seen Carol in six weeks, he was on a hair trigger. No matter how he had tried, the entire bus ride he thought of nothing but Carol—naked Carol, spread wide open, slick and shaved—a g****fruit pink wedge of cunt between her thick dark lips. He had a wet erection most of the time thinking about his tongue and cock being inside her. Had she been ready when he knocked on the door, he would have come in fifty-seven seconds flat, and by the time she warmed up, he would have been ready to go again.
"Touch me."
"What?" Steam swirled around his head and through it. Scared she would scream and apprehensive Carol would catch them enhanced the thrill. I'm not gonna try and talk her out of it, he thought. I'm way too fucking horny. Shit, Carol certainly didn't deliver. Well, no harm, no foul. As long as I can deny everything, it's all good.
"Touch me now!" Her tone was urgent. "Or I scream," she said lacking conviction.
While her first threat had scared him, the second, muted threat made him hard. Deep down he suspected she would not scream, but the reality of her commanding him boiled his blood. Though not necessarily his type, Firebush was all woman. Dave reached out and rubbed her ass.
"For fuck's sake!" She grasped his hand and jammed it against her fleshy bottom. "Do you even know how to touch a woman?" She pulled him out of the streaming steam. "No wonder I don't waste my time with men. Fucking incompetent." Her jaw was set, her lips a hard thin line.
She huffed and stopped and thought for a moment. "Okay. Try again. Put your mouth on my nipple and make love to it while you touch me all over. Yeah," she continued, thinking out loud. "Suck my nipple, the left one, and run your hands all over my body as if you can't wait to fuck me."
Reading her face, he saw her anger had dissipated, replaced by heartbreak. Sex sparked her eyes.
A clock ticked in his head. Dave figured he had 10 minutes before Carol came looking for him. And nothing good could come from her finding him with Firebush.
She leaned toward him as he inhaled then teased her nipple. He rubbed her all over, forcefully grabbing her ass. Her body gyrated beneath his touch—her breath quickened.
Running her fingers through his hair, she pinched his nipple.
He gasped and squeezed her ass harder.
She moaned and pressed his hand into her full red bush.
Her nether hair felt thick and wiry. She pushed his hand harder against her and rubbed his hand up and down. "You're getting me wet. Put a finger inside and see."
Dave was beyond thinking about anything. His big head knew that he was in a hot shower with a curvy naked redhead who wanted a man, any man, badly. His little head knew her sex needed servicing. His ego said that he was just the guy to do it.
His erection tapped her thigh and made her smile.
"Oh I'm so friggin' wet! Get down, down, lay on the floor."
His face creased, puzzled by her demand.
"Get on the goddamned floor! Don't you speak English?"
Easing himself to the floor, Dave lay down diagonally, his feet spread, his head in the corner. Most of the tile was warm from the long running stream of hot water, but the part under his upper back was cold.
A twist, a turn and a step and she pressed herself into the right angle of the walls, then squatted. The tip of his nose tickled her brown bud and her fur made his lips itch.
Wiggling his tongue through the brush, he licked tentatively. Firebush groaned. He repeated, firmly. She groaned louder. With an inner smirk, his manhood saluted and he munched her muff with gusto.
Water ran off body, diluted her rich, womanly flavor, and trickled into the back of his throat. With her twin globes partially blocking his nostrils, his breathing rasped. She stroked—he licked. With a squirm against the walls, she lowered her essence, pressing harder against his mouth and nose. Ass cheeks resting on his forehead, she oscillated. A guttural sound reverberated faintly.
Her firm hand made him wince with delight, but he had to focus on her and not drowning.
Suddenly, she stood. "Get up." With one hand she helped him off the floor—with the other she grabbed his erection. "I want this. Inside me. Now."
Steam swirled and obscured most everything except her broad, broad backside bent over and pointed in his direction. He was horny and hard and wet and ready.
And so was she.
He slipped his dick between her lips—her warm sticky wetness coating his bulging head. Dave inhaled; Firebush exhaled both groaned with pleasure. He thrust gently at first, slicking his full length with her silky lube. Thick steam swirled, he saw only her pale plush butt and narrow waist and white back. With long deep thrusts, he started a rhythm. Beyond pleasurable—fucking a stranger in the shower and risk of exposure—downright kinky.
Anxiety washed through his head like shampoo. Hips humping, dick drilling, his mind wandered. A mental list: make her cum—a few quick strokes; soap up and wash down—eliminating her scent; return to Carol—fake exhaustion and then sleep.
Her grip on his balls snapped him back to the present.
"Faster, damn it, faster!"
He complied with short, serious strokes.
She grunted and used his left nut to tickle her clit. His pumping action stretched his scrotum, causing one ball to slide over her nub and be tugged with orgasm-building tension.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Muffled in the mist, the urgency was clear.
Thighs burning, Dave imaged his rod caressing all her right spots. More pressure applied to his left nut as she rubbed faster against her clit.
Mouth open, jaw locked, breath rough, the point rose from deep within. He was cocked and loaded. Nothing mattered but release. Dave pulled up on her hips and shifted his own, changing the angle of entry. His mushroom ridge caught on her inner contours. Like putting his finger in a wall socket, his dick plugged into her pussy gave him a charge. Her thighs shook as she pushed her ass against his hips. Stamina fading, he slowed his thrusting on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm that would suck every thought from his head and blow it out his dick
From deep within her came a primal sound, half way between a groan and a grunt of profound sexual pleasure. Long and low and trembling, her vocalization reverberated in the stall, her orgasm undeniable.
Inspired by her climax, he dug deep into his physical reserves. Determined to finish, Dave thrust once then twice more. Balls contracting, the familiar heat burst through the center of his cock, shooting spunk inside her. Though physically on wasted, his cock had other ideas. Still mostly hard, he thrust irregularly, his extra-sensitive prick throwing shivers through his spine and three smaller payloads inside her.
Spent in every sense, and spots before his eyes, Dave bent over, leaning on her back. He put his arms over his head and over her shoulders, creating full body contact. He breathed, blinked and breathed again, the spots fading quickly. For another two minutes they remained motionless, their bodies bathed in the physical and chemical comforts of post orgasm.
Dave pealed his front from her backside.
Without a word, Firebush turned, took his face in her hands and kissed him soulfully.
"Thank you."
Flushed with heat Dave smirked, their cum thick on his receding cock. Anticipating his platitudes, she placed a finger across his lips keeping him silent.
The bathroom the door opened with a whoosh.
Eyes wide, Dave gulped.
"Hey!" Carol called in a loud annoyed whisper. "Are you okay?"
Cobra-like, Firebush reached out and snatched her towel off the hook. Her mouth to his ear, she told him what to say.
"I'll be right out," he answered matching Carol's whisper.
"Wait. … I'll come in and help you."
For a moment—and a very brief one—fantasy got the better of him. Carol entered the shower naked and catching him with Firebush surprised her—in a good way. In his fantasy, the girls were friends and willing to share him. They played with each other and with him all night long in a personal orgy of pleasure and sexual abandon. Firebush's pale, voluptuous body and dense, red thatch contrasted against Carol's olive skin, raven hair and Brazilian wax. All his dirtiest dreams realized. Within the same moment, Dave realized his utter insanity. The two girls meeting, would be somewhere between his worse possible nightmare and hell.
"Nah, it's okay." He had to stop her and desperately trying to sound casual.
"Are you sure?"
Firebush turned off the water.
"I'm done. Let me dry off and I'll be right out."
"I could still come in and help you."
"But it's … early. We should do it later if you don't want us to get caught."
Firebush handed him her towel and watched Dave dry himself.
Finished, he turned and smiled.
From the corner of the stall she stared at him, her green eyes wide and full lips in a huge satisfied smirk. Her long auburn hair wound into a thick wet rope, d****d over her shoulder and covered her right nipple. She snaked her hand over her belly and into her red thicket losing her middle digit. She brought it to her lips and sucked, winked, then leaned forward and kissed him roughly.
Dave swallowed hard, wondering if she planned him to get caught, kicked to the curb and rescued by her for a weekend of pizza delivery and crazy sex. He licked his lips at the thought, but turned to the curtain, where Carol waited, inches and seconds from a disaster.
Carefully, he stepped into the changing area.
Wrapped bath-sheet, Carol stood looking puzzled.
"I thought you were going to invite me in, you know so that we could wash each other ... and ... maybe ... you know."
Damp all over, the kimono clung awkwardly to his skin. "I thought you didn't want to get caught." Serious trouble clouded his face.
"Maybe the prospect makes it more exciting." she pouted.
"Really?" He faked skepticism. Exciting, he thought, no, thrilling, even exhilarating; heat built—his member stirred.
"I … uh, this place gives me the heebeejeebeez. Let's get back." He put the towel over his head, obscuring his face and left—Carol followed.
Inside, she reached beneath his robe, brushed his thickening cock and looked at the clock. "Give me two more hours to study and then we'll go to bed—before we sleep," She winked.
Dave smiled weakly. Experience told him two hours would become four. Carol would crawl into spent, unable to keep her eyes open. sleep would claim her within three minutes.
The weekend of sex and sleep and sex evaporated. Dave sighed. With Carol studying, he would have time, lots of time. He could read or nap or stalk the showers waiting for Firebush. Maybe next time he would get her name.
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