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Couples/soaps
Betsy
Nighttime Soaps
copyright 1984 the author
Water. Hot water that pours down in a steady stream over my back.
Hands, his hands, running a bar of soap over my skin, slicking suds all
over my body. Slippery bodies, wet and soapy, sliding against each other.
"I've always had a fantasy about showers" I remark conversationally as I
adjust the water temperature. "Okay, love. Come on in so I can close the
curtain. He steps in and I pull the curtain. "I do you first" I say.
"Okay. Just let me get my hair wet." He bends down under the showerhead.
It is short and he is tall, and the contortions he goes through to soak
his hair are amusing to watch. I don't understand why he doesn't simply
bend his knees, but I decide not to bother suggesting that. Instead I
get down on my knees and kiss his cock. I pay it some friendly attention
for a few moments, then stand up again. "Okay. I wash you now." I pick
up the bar of soap and run it over his chest, then change my mind. "No.
Turn around. Your back first." He turns, and I begin by soaping his
shoulders. I lather his long, pale back, then each of his arms. I soap
his sides and his hips. One soapy hand casually kneads his ass, first
just the plump flesh of his buttocks, then between them. "Yeah" he says.
This is a sure-fire way to get to him, and I know it. Know it, and I love
it. In our short time together, I have learned of many things that he
can't resist, but this one is absolutely undeniable. "Oh, stick a finger
in me" he requests. I'm getting used to this. I comply, and enjoy how
hot it gets him. He reaches behind him and finds my tenderest spot. I
press myself against his fingers, and in distraction lose track of what
I'm doing. "OWW!" he exclaims suddenly. I pull away. "What is it?" I ask
in slight alarm. He turns around and pulls me back against him. "It's
okay" he says. "You got a little rough with that fingernail." "Oh, baby,
I'm sorry!" I've forgotten my fingernails before, once causing a slightly
unpleasant sore in a delicate place. "I'll cut them off." "No, don't do
that." "Well, I don't want to hurt you like that." "Just be more
careful." I giggle."I'm sorry. It's sometimes hard to...I forget."
"Don't cut them off. Then you wouldn't be able to scratch my back." "How
about if I cut the nails off one hand so..." "That would look silly."
"Well...maybe just off certain fingers. Anyway, let me finish washing
you." I take up the bar of soap again and make suds in the hair on his
chest. I wash his belly and then hesitate. His cock bobs a little, as if
saying 'Me next!' I nonchalantly begin soaping his right leg. "Hey, you
skipped..." "Don't worry" I assure him, working on his calf. "I saves the
best part for last." "Oh. Okay." I finish the right leg, proceed to the
left, then finally arrive at the area he's been waiting for me to arrive
at. I soap it between my hands, the soap slithery in my palms around his
hard shaft. I drop the bar of soap and slide my hands around in all that
lovely slipperiness. I spread the lather all through his hair, all over
his balls, between the cheeks of his ass. He sighs and claws at my back.
"Okay, rinse off" I instruct him. He rinses, then I make sure all the
soap is gone and get on my knees again. I press my face against his
crotch, which being freshly washed doesn't smell like anything. I take
his cock into my mouth, and it tastes like water. The water is pouring
down over me, dripping on my head. I close my eyes and suck. I imagine my
mouth as another vagina and fuck him with it energetically.I can taste
love-drops. "I love to have my mouth full of this" I say, pausing for a
moment. "I bet you do" he says, running his hands through my hair. He
thrusts his cock against my cheek. I grab hold of it lovingly and rub it
on my face. I moan, and so does he as I pull back and slide my lips over
it again. I suck until he starts getting too excited. I straighten up.
"You wash me now." "Okay." He washes my shoulders and my arms and my
breasts, then turns me around and starts on my back. "Nice," I say. He
washes my rump, one hand soaping, the other exploring my pussy. He puts
his middle finger in me while he washes my pubic hair. I moan and bend
over a little. This gives him an idea, namely to replace his finger with
his prick. I moan as it goes into me at an entirely different angle than
I've ever felt it. I bend over further, holding on the the hot and cold
dials for support. Water is running into my eyes, and when I open my
mouth to make an appreciative groan, my mouth fills with it, but I don't
care. It's good, so good, the shower beating on my back and his huge,
hard cock pounding into my body. My legs are getting too wobbly to stand
on, so he holds my hips and I lean back on him as he thrusts in and out
of me. He moves slowly and gently for a time, then all of the sudden
slams against my ass, driving his cock in me as deep as it can possibly
go. The impact is so stunning it makes me yell. "I'm sorry!" he says.
"For what?!" I pant. "Didn't I hurt you?" "Oh, God, no, it felt...uhn!" I
grunt, thrusting back against him..."amazing!" "In that case..." he says.
He does it again, then renews fucking me at a reasonable rate. "Oh, look
at that" he says. "Look at my hard cock sliding in and out of your cunt.
Just look at that." "I wish I could." "Oh, it's beautiful. I'm so big
and hard and you're so wet and juicy...oh, your muscles are contracting
around me and it feels so good..." "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Our
words deteriorate into wild noises and the world is nothing more to me
than water pouring down and cock filling me up. I can't even move, the
best I can do is stand there and receive. "Can I come?" he asks, pausing
for a moment. "No. I want to watch. I want to watch you when you come,
and I want you to watch me. How's that sound? That sound good?" "Oh,
yes! Please." He thrusts once more. I grunt and push against him again.
"Feels so good" I sigh. "Yeah, but stop or I'll come now, inside you.
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"No. Don't do that." I straighten up and tear myself away from him. My
legs are so shaky I fall back against him. Then I stand up straight and
turn off the shower. We towel ourselves dry, then go into the bed room to
complete what we've started. In the bedroom, I light a candle and turn
off the lamp as he spreads the spare quilt over the bed. As I turn
around, he takes me by the shoulders to kiss me, and, laughing, I throw
my arms around his waist and pull him onto the bed on top of me. He yelps
as he loses his balance and comes sprawling down in a jumble of arms and
legs. "Hey! Would you mi..." he begins. I shut him up with a kiss.
It's so good to feel his warm weight on my body and his clean, bare skin
against mine. I savor the feeling, and enjoy a slow, hot kiss as well.
When it breaks, he raises his head and looks at me. His face is
beautiful in the fluttering light, and the way he looks at me is the way
you'd look at someone you want to be with more than anyone else in the
world. My arms go around him and my feet hook around his calves to pull
him as close to me as I can. A little squirming on his part brings the
hard shaft of his cock along the full length of my clitoris, and the hot
pressure thrills me. "Mmmmm" I sigh into his face as he kisses me again.
I rub my crotch against him, letting the friction make me twitch with
pleasure. My fingers clutch at his back as he kisses my neck under my
ear, and I start to squirm in earnest as his lips move along my throat.
They slide over my collarbone, brush at my chest and finally settle on
my left nipple. He lips it gently, puckers around it and sucks. "Your
tongue...your tongue...please" I gasp. "Oh!" I cry when he flicks the tip
of his tongue over the tip of my breast. My back arches as he, keeping
his mouth on my flesh takes his cock in hand and rubs the head of it over
my pussy. I feel how slippery I am and think how easily his full, thick
length would slide into me. He takes my nipple between his teeth and
rolls it gently. He's still rubbing his cock-head against me, and now I
am not squirming, I am writhing. "Oh, give it to me, baby!" I exclaim
suddenly, out of control, needing to feel him inside me. I need to feel
his cock pressing into me. He raises his head and smiles at me knowingly,
then taunts me by rubbing the tip of his dick against the entrance to my
cunt. I strain towards him and he rubs some more but still doesn't enter
me. I hear a high whine coming from deep in my throat. "In..." I implore.
"Please...in me...put it...in me...ahh...hhh!" I open my mouth and moan
low and throaty as I finally feel his solid penis pushing my muscles
aside and boring into my body. "Ahhhnnn!" I throw my hips up against him
and hold onto his back for dear life while he pumps violently. The wind
is being knocked from my lungs and I love it, every minute, I want more,
more, more! It's too much to keep up for long, and soon he slows, then
stops and we kiss again. I lie with my legs wrapped around him, not
wanting to lose the closeness and the heat inside me. I grind my pelvis
against him. In response, he moves his hips from side to side, the
friction builds and suddenly... "Oh!" A gasp springs from my lips as
orgasm creeps up on me and abruptly hits me full force. To accentuate my
throes, he pulls almost all the way out of me and thrusts back in
forcefully. My fingers dig into his back and my legs flop around
unattractively, but it feels too good for me to be self-conscious. With
him, with this man, with my cunt uncontrollably squeezing his cock, there
is no room for self-consciousness. "Ohhh, darling..." I sigh, finally
relaxing and lying still, breathing heavily. He brushes a wisp of hair
off my forehead and gives me that tender look again. "'Zat good?" he asks
playfully. "Uhhnn!" I respond. "Good?" "Uhnn!" "Good, huh." "Ahhh...good.
Real good...mmm" Our lips fall together to kiss again, and I squirm
slightly beneath him to feel the last twinges. "Oh, I'm hot..." he
whispers. "Hot" I remark, running my fingers over his back. "Hot for you,
baby...so hot..." I scratch his back gently and start to move my hips.
"So hot, darling...I've got to come..." I begin to thrust up at him, and
watch the changes on his face as he builds up to his orgasm. "Let me
come...make me come..." "Come on" I whisper back, wiggling my hips,
jerking them up and down in just the way that always sends him off.
"You're gonna come, baby...I want you to...can you feel me? Can you feel
how much I want you?" "Yes...yes I can...oh, it's good..." "Good? Can
you feel how much I want your come? How much I want to feel your
hot...cream...fill me up...?" Encouraging him with my voice, I thrust up
against him at every word. This goes on for only a couple of minutes
before... "Oh, I'm gonna come, baby, here I come, here...comes...my
hot...AH! AH!" His face contorts and his mouth falls open as a strained
noise of ecstasy is wrenched from his throat. His hands press down on my
shoulders and he pins my hips solidly to the bed with his own, his torso
curving backward with the intensity. I concentrate on my lover's
pleasure, enjoying his climax as much as I enjoyed mine. He collapses on
me heavily, and I put my arms around his sweaty back. We lie there
together, his head over my shoulder and his hair tickling my face until
the sweat starts to dry and the air-conditioned atmosphere of our bedroom
begins to encroach on the thermology we've created around us. When his
heart slows and his breathing returns to normal, he does a horizontal
stretch, then reluctantly pulls out of me and gets up to go use the
bathroom. He comes back, and then I take my turn. When I return, the
spare quilt is on the floor, and he is curled up beneath our
sleeping-blanket. I get in bed and fit my body against the curve of his
back. "Blow out the candle, love" I request. He does. "Is the outside
door locked?" He grunts an affirmative. I kiss his neck."Good night,
sweetheart" I say. "Good night" he replies. We sleep.
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