I took the last bus to get to him that night. When I got off it he was there, waiting for me. When we got inside I wanted to rip off his clothes and just go straight for the good stuff. Luckily for me he did show some restraint.
He stepped into the shower inviting me to follow. I got out of my clothes and joined him. Having longed for him all day, all week, I was so ready for him to slide deep inside me.
With water running down our bodies we caressed and kissed each other. The water somehow enhanced the sensuality of it. He carefully used his fingers to feel between my legs, finding out just how horny he’d made me. The mere thought had been driving me crazy all evening. He got down on his knees in front of me and started licking me, the water still trickling down my body. His fingers inside me, his tongue playing with my lips, with my clit. I was not sure if I could keep standing up.
He got up, turned me around and whispered in my ear:
“Do you want me inside of you now?”
“Mhm…” I whimpered, still dazed.
He laid a hand on my back and I leaned forward a little. I felt him penetrate me slowly. I let out a moan. I was moving my upper body and my head to enjoy the water sprinkling down from the shower head. I was on my toes as he fucked me, really enjoying every inch of him inside of me. Not being sure if I’d be able to keep standing up. Wanting to save up for the bedroom he stopped and let me out of the shower.

I was standing there with the towel trying to collect myself. Mentioning something about having to support myself against the wall.
“Was it that good?” he asked.
“Mhm…..” I let out with a moaning.

I took the last bus to get to him that night. When I got off it he was there, waiting for me. When we got inside I wanted to rip off his clothes and just go straight for the good stuff. Luckily for me he did show some restraint. He stepped into the shower ...