“Shrinkage. That water was cold.”
Funny… everything looks extra-large as always…
“Come on, come on,” he urges as he stuffs his clothes in the dryer.
I hurriedly undo my blouse, pull off my skirt, and hand them both over.
He stuffs them in the dryer, then waits. “Well?”
I realize I’ve forgotten to give him my underwear, too.
I blush, then reach behind me and unhook my bra.
He watches, transfixed, as it comes away from my chest.
I can immediately see he’s been affected. His cock is getting longer… thicker… and it starts to rise, heartbeat by heartbeat.
By the time I peel off my panties, he’s almost fully erect.
“Doesn’t look like any shrinkage to me,” I say.
He laughs, throws my stuff in the dryer, and hits the Start button. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the laundry room.
The fact that we’re naked, walking through a strange, darkened house, only adds to the excitement.
Part of me hates that my life is such a mess, yet the sight of his naked body can make me forget all that.
But part of me loves it, too. That’s the part that focuses on his astoundingly great ass as he leads me through the darkened hallway.
10
I’m shivering as we step into the tiled bathroom. There’s a glass-encased shower across from the sink. Grant leans inside, turns the water on full blast, then steps back out. He wraps me in his arms, his naked body against mine, as we wait for the water to heat up.
His skin is warmer than mine, and feels good… though there’s a part of his body that’s particularly warm as it presses against my belly.
I’m starting to get wet, and I don’t mean from the English Channel. Or the shower.
“We’re showering together?” I ask drily.
“Conservation is a virtue.”
“I doubt they have a water shortage here.”
“Might as well get warm at the same time.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only thing you had in mind.”
“I love that you can’t get enough of me,” he chides me playfully, “but we really need to get out of here before the police track us down.”
Cocky asshole.
“Your mouth says one thing, but other parts of you say differently,” I say.
He grins. “Hey, you’re a hot, naked woman. I can’t help if I react.”
“I can put a towel on,” I offer facetiously, and start to pull away.
“No need for that,” he says, and pulls me into the shower under the hot water.
Oh God, it’s better than an orgasm.
Well… better than a regular, garden-variety, non-Grant-Carlson orgasm, anyway.
It’s just warm enough to not burn my skin, but hot enough to make me shudder with delight. Grant lets me go first, and I put my head under the jet of water and soak my hair until every last bit of cold is washed away. Then I step aside and let him in.
As he douses his head and scrubs his hair free of the Channel’s saltwater, I watch the rivulets cascading down his muscular back… his flexing shoulders… his perfect ass…
His cock standing out straight from his body, rigid and hard and thick…
Fuuuuuuuck.
He catches me looking as he steps aside. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”
“Ha ha,” I say, and step back into the hot water. For a second, all thoughts of his perfect body are obliterated by the deliciously hot water.
For a second.
Then I feel his arms reach around me, and his hands cup my breasts.
“Hey – !” I yelp.
“Relax, Ms. Jumpy,” he says as his soapy hands run over my skin, across my erect nipples.
“I thought we really need to get out of here before the police track us down.”
“Just making sure the important parts are clean.”
“I think they’re clean.”
“No, they need extra special attention.”
One of his hands slips down between my legs and begins to soap me up down there.
Not only are his fingers caressing my strip of hair, they’re brushing against my lips…
…the hood of my clit…
UnnnnHHHHH.
I can feel his cock, slippery yet hard, sliding across my ass.
I can’t help myself. I reach behind me and touch it, encircle it with my fingers, run my hand slowly up and down its length.
He begins to kiss my neck. I close my eyes, transported by the heat and the sensual feel of his wet skin on mine, his hands on me, his hardness pressed against my body.
“But the cops…” I murmur.
“They think we went down with the plane miles from here.”
“…this is crazy…”
“Maybe. But it could be the last chance we have for awhile.”
His lips are nibbling my earlobe.
His finger is very deliberately stroking my clit, soft and hot and soapy.
“…we could get caught…”
“Which makes it kind of hotter, doesn’t it?” he whispers in my ear.
“…we should go…”
“The clothes still have to dry.”
Couldn’t argue with that, though I still tried. “…Grant…”
“We’ll make it a quickie.”
Fuck it.
I’m in.
I turn around to face him, and he kisses me on the mouth, deep and insistent. I keep caressing his cock, feeling it swollen in my grip, his skin so tight he feels like he might burst.
He grabs one of my legs, hoists it up in the air, and pins it against his side. With his other hand he takes his shaft and directs it directly between my legs so the head starts to caress my lips. His tip is wet, not only with water but with pre-cum, and he slides it soooo sensually across my clit that bursts of pleasure shoot up my spine and down through my legs. He does it several times, and every time I moan and shudder with pleasure.
After about thirty seconds of that, he reaches up and aims the shower head away from us and at the tile wall. I look at him questioningly – Why’d you do that? – because we’re only getting a bit of reflected spray.
Then I understand as he grabs my ass with his other hand, lifts me effortlessly into the air, and presses me against the tile wall.
Ohhhhh…
The tile feels so warm against my back, and water is cascading down all around me. My legs are wrapped around his waist. But I’m up too high for us to have sex…
…which is why he lets me slowly slide down the tile, until I can feel the head of his cock line up with my pussy.
Oh Jesus –
I stare into his eyes, my face wracked with exquisite torment, as the head of his cock slowly enters me, aided by gravity as my body slides down the tile wall.
One inch… two inches… three inches… four inches… five inches inside me…
Deeper… deeper… oh fuck, even deeper… filling me up, getting thicker the farther I go down…
He kisses me passionately as he begins to rock his hips back and forth, slowly easing his huge cock in and out of me. I am suspended against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, arms looped around his neck. I moan as he goes deeper with every slow, wet movement, the hot water rushing over me and the gorgeous cock inside me combining to put me in a hypnotic state of pleasure.