legs splayed lazily,
my breathing was slowing down.
A liquid mix of us
dripped between my cheeks,
tickling my backdoor.
It was such a good afternoon fuck.
You dressed and headed back
out to the kitchen or the couch
so I could shower.
I stood slowly, letting the come
make lines down the insides of both thighs,
squeezing my muscles to encourage its release.
I put my hand between my legs,
cupping my entire pussy
to feel the wet heat,
sliding one finger in to feel
the swollen sides and the slickness
you left behind.
In the shower, I couldn't help it.
The come all over my hands,
I stuck two, then three fingers inside.
On my toes, holding on to the wall,
my thighs and calves clenched, fingers
squeezed tight, but not immobile...
small movements, for a few minutes,
and a quick, biting orgasm,
led to a final gush of fluid.
The water was hot,
and the fan muffled my cries,
as I nearly collapsed.
And no one heard a thing.
Hot, unplanned sex in the middle of the day when it shouldn't be possible is a blessing that should not be taken for granted. Especially for those of us with children. It must be fast, and furious, and may be interrupted at any stage of the game. Maybe that's what makes it good. Masturbating in the shower is similar...it must be quick, and you have to be quiet, and someone might just walk in on you. I know, I know, lock the door...but what's the fun in that?
I can honestly say I have never done that, ever. I even have the shower head that would speed things along and it has never appealed to me. On my bed, on the floor hell yeah... in the bathroom on my hands and knees beside the tub while he was in the tub I admit nothing lol.
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