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I got out of bed and picked up my glasses from the nearby dresser. I then walked from the bedroom into the bathroom, crossing through the door that directly connected the two rooms, instead of going the roundabout way into the hallway and then into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and stopped at the double sink, with its vanity mirror above the left sink of the pair.
I frowned as I looked into the mirror. My face was getting a little too scruffy. I opened up the bathroom cabinet and withdrew my shaving cream and razor. Running some hot water from the spigot, I then wet my face down before applying a liberal coat of foam over the sides of my face and underneath my chin. I wanted to keep my goatee intact, although I figured I’d trim it while I showered quickly. In a quick series of strokes, I shaved my facial hair from the middle or each ear to the outer edges of the beard that framed my mouth and jaw. I then ran the razor along the underside of my chin, peeling away more stubbly beard.
I quickly rinsed off my face and looked again at my reflection. I smiled slightly. Much better.
I then turned to the shower/tub and turned on the faucet. Hot water poured into the bathtub, and I twisted the other knob to add some cold water into the stream. With a couple adjustments, I became satisfied with the temperature of the water, and stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed behind me.
I twisted the knob that redirected the water coming from the faucet to the showerhead at was just above the level of my head. In response, a hissing rain sprayed forth.
I allowed the hot water to caress my skin, as I abandoned myself to imagining the next stage in my plan. I could feel the unbidden heat of renewed circulation into my still full member. My cock jerked involuntarily, as it grew even harder. I played through the fantasy of what would happen tonight, if my plan succeeded.
I was jarred from my reverie by the sound of a door opening and then closing. I turned off the water, and was rewarded moments later by the sound of the hallway entry to the bathroom squeaking open.
I pulled open the shower curtain and saw J. She was a chocolate-skinned woman, a couple inches shy of six feet in height. Her tall, curvy body was covered in a knee-length duster that revealed tantalizing glimpses of dusky skin where it opened near her throat and her lower thighs.
She met my gaze and smiled invitingly. She reached up and unbuttoned the jacket, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked beneath her coat, her small, firm breasts jutting out towards me. My cock jerked again in response, and she gave a throaty chuckle.
Without a word, she reached out towards me, engulfing my dick in one shapely hand. Slowly she slid her hand down to the base, squeezing it firmly once as she reached the bottom. She knelt before me and licked the head of my cock, tasting the first drops of pre-cum that had oozed forth from the slit.
She took my head in her mouth, wrapping her lips about halfway down my member’s length. Her tongue circled around me, tantalizing the sensitive spot created when I was circumsized as an infant. Slowly, she began bobbing her head up and down, accompanying her motions by jacking me off with one hand while the other cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. I gasped in response. The sensations were exquisite.
I grabbed her head in both hands, tangling them in her wavy black hair. I pulled her back, until her lips were wrapped around the rim of my cock, and made her look me in the eyes. Her eyes shone with a wanton desire to please, to finish me off, to capture every bit of my cum as it shot from me in torrents. I held her in place, as she strained to take more of me in her. In response, her tongue teased my slit, and I shuddered involuntarily.
I started fucking her mouth slowly, driving my full length into her and then pulling back. As I looked down at her, she slid the hand that had been cupping my balls downwards, tracing the skin of my perineum. I moaned.
My face-fucking became faster, more frenzied, as her lips and tongue danced along my skin. The depths of her throat cocooned me, almost like a pussy with each thrust into her as she resisted her gag reflex. Then I felt one finger probe and then slide into my asshole.
I couldn’t take any more. I cried, “I’m gonna cum!” as I felt my balls clench. J pulled back until only my head was in her mouth, just in time for me to start erupting. She took every gush of semen in her mouth, her throat working as she swallowed to keep pace with my frenzied orgasm. Finally, the last spurt came out, and she gulped it down. Then she sucked me clean.
She stood and kissed my lips, her mouth parting and her tongue darting forth to meet mine. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, and my softening cock made a game attempt to stay hard.
We kissed for minute or so, our lips and tongues dancing as our hands explored each other for the first time.
Finally, we broke from our kiss, and I took a half-step back to lean against the wall of the bathroom. I could see wetness on the lips of her shaved cunt.
I took her hand. “Thank you ‒ it was as good as I dreamed it would be.” I smiled wickedly. “Now it is your turn.”
We walked into the bedroom.
9/9/2005 5:09 pm
Oh my ... shaken storm ... oh my !|
9/12/2005 6:07 pm
WOW! Damn that was really hot.. me likey! lol Great story... or great edition of a story since this is Part 6.. I'll have to read other items from your blog, because this one's certainly made me sooo wet.. *blushing*|
PS - Shaken you wanted me to email you, but standard members are not able to email you. It's just one thing to click or unclick in your profile settings.. If you fix it, then put a post on my blog and I'll email you. J.
9/27/2005 5:28 pm
Yes ... I came back for a reread ... this is just too damned hot .. !|