Mirror, mirror on the wall  

absolutelynormal 57F
6016 posts
4/5/2006 8:08 am

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10/8/2006 6:39 am

Mirror, mirror on the wall

You've slipped up on me. I had my headphones on and was vacuuming. I backed right into you and it scared me so that I lost my balance and you had to catch me. I didn't go all the way to the ground more like a little teetering.

I turn off the vacuum and lean back against you, you rest your chin on top of my head and ask how my day was. I had the day off and you didn't. My day was full of errands, grocery store etc.

What smells so good? not me I say, I've been cleaning. I did make pot roast and some veggies, corn bread.

Can it wait you ask, still resting your chin on my head. Well, sure it can, it's not quite done anyway. Why?

Well seeing that we're both dirty, I was thinking that it would be great if we got in the shower and let me wash your hair and the rest of you and then you can do the same to me. You know I love it when make sure I'm clean. I smile.

We make a mad dash to the bathroom, last one naked is a rotten egg you say. Clothes are flying. You beat me, I'm rotten. it also means that you get washed first. Dammit

I light the candles while you turn the water on and let it get warm. I turn off the light. The bathroom is transformed into a romantic location.

I take my hair down and start to brush it, that way it won't be so tangly when I get out. You take the brush from me and start brushing in long, even strokes. That feels nice I murmur.

When we built the house, I designed the master suite. The shower has 2 waterfall heads and one shower massage thingy, you know with the shower head on a hose so you can wash certain areas more thoroughly. The good news is that they each have their own controls.

The shower is glassed in, big and roomy. It's in front of your vanity so if the shower isn't too steamed up you can watch what's going on in the mirror. Being the smart person that you are, you've treated the shower with Rain-X so no water or steam accumulates on the glass, you like to watch.

Hot water's wasting babe, you say. I hear you but you know what doing anything to my hair does to me. I finally say, if you want me to get in the shower with you, stop brushing my hair. You smile, and then stop.

You go to your side and I go to mine just long enough to adjust the temperature to our individual liking. Get your hair wet so I can wash it, I say. You lean back into the water getting your short hair wet. There's less of it now than when we met, but I don't care. You're still the man, my man as far as I'm concerned.

I put shampoo in my hands, stand on my tiptoes and start massaging your scalp. I'm standing behind you. As the lather from the shampoo slides down your shoulders and onto your back, I lean against you, getting my breasts soapy. I slide them back and forth on your back. I say rinse your hair, you do.

I have this great shower soap, it's liquid, called shower oil, but it's really soap. It's slick and slippery. Ordinarily, you'd use a washcloth to bathe with, but I put the soap in my hands and rub it allover you.

I start with your neck and shoulders, massaging them, turn you round and do the same thing to your chest, only gentler there, you're hairy here. It's a good kind of chest hair too, not wiry, but soft. Turn you back round and I massage your back.

You're standing with your feet apart. I'm massaging your lower back, you're oohing and ahhing, telling me how good it feels. I take this opportunity to put some more soap in my hand. I reach under you and gently soap your balls. I rub my hand and forearm between your legs and get a lather going. I slide my hand forward, caress balls, slide my arm back and it creates a suction every time I pull my arm back. Your balls, your taint and your ass are getting sucked. You're watching in the mirror, you've got an amazing hard on. Yeah, you caught me, I'm watching too.

I lean into you and rub my boobs in your back. I say something like, I need to make sure that you're really clean. My soft, smooth forearm slides back and forth, you say that feels so good. I say, yeah you do. Your sac is tight up against your body. I turn you around and stroke you with my soapy hands. I'm short, you're tall. I wrap my arms around your back and pull you close to me. Your hard cock, between my boobs. You're watching in the mirror again as I lower my head and tease your head with my tongue..

You're getting frustrated, kinda frenzied, this feels great but you can't get there this way. I rinse the soap off of you and put you in my mouth. I love it like this, your nice and clean and we're in front of a mirror, so you can watch yourself get a blow job.. You lean back against the tile, put your hands on my head. I've got my right hand wrapped around your cock. Left one is playing with your ass hole. You're still soapy, I slip a finger inside. I probe around very gently until I find the right spot. Once found, you explode in my mouth.

While you recover, I finish washing you. Soap up your legs and arms, your pits and take the shower massager and rinse you off so you don't have to move. I pronounce you squeaky clean.

You pull me to you and kiss me, really kiss me. One of those kisses where everything else in the world ceases to exist, there's only your mouth and tongue doing things to my mouth and tongue that sends that instantaneous message right to my groin. I don't hear, I don't see, I only taste you and feel the wonderful sensations circulating through my body. You end the kiss and I swear I'm still standing there with my mouth open. You tip my chin up, smile at me, you just make me melt. You say, your turn.

My hair is already wet, you apply the shampoo and work it into a lather. The smell of Pantene surrounds us. You say, on those rare times when you go out of town, I get in the shower and smell your shampoo so I can smell you. Aww how sweet, you, the smart ass say, yeah I know. We laugh. Making love is supposed to be fun and for us it is.

You stand behind me, sliding your soapy hands allover my body but mainly on my breasts. got my nipples standing straight up too. I moan and squirm against you. If I had pubic hair it would be soapy, you tease me with your fingers, You're killing me.

You take the shower massage and rinse my hair. You say, I have an idea. Sometimes I'm not so sure about your ideas, you're a little more adventurous than I am. Plus I've had my finger up your ass and I'm thinking you're thinking you should return the favor. Trust me, you shouldn't.

That's not on your agenda for tonight, although I am sure it will be on your menu again. Tonight though you decide to use the shower massage on me. I've done it, I just didn't know that you knew, maybe you don't. You play around with it till you find THE place, you hold it there. Then you take it away, then you put it back, this goes on till I'm ready to smack you and then you just leave it there.

I have one of those orgasms that the whole world knows about. I set the Richter scale off, sirens start blaring, people run for cover, well OK, maybe not that intense but you do make me very noisy and make me swear like a sailor. Before it's really over, you tell me stand on my tip toes and you slide into me from behind.

I lean against the glass, My breasts making soapy circles as you pump me. You're watching in the mirror again. So am I.

ArgosPlumyKooky 46F
3902 posts
4/5/2006 9:36 am

hmm very yummy

absolutelynormal replies on 4/5/2006 3:57 pm:
Thanks SM

norprin5 56M

4/5/2006 12:03 pm

oh wow! now i'm in need of a shower - a cold one

King Nor XVIII

absolutelynormal replies on 4/5/2006 3:58 pm:
Yeah sure, I know you're going to try the hand held thing on yourself

nontoxicmale 65M

4/5/2006 12:10 pm

Now that's the way a good shower should be. You only used the word once but its essence is all through this post. Ain't 'love' grand!

absolutelynormal replies on 4/5/2006 4:02 pm:
Yeah, the "L" word. I can use the "F" word over and over here and no one thinks anything about it. Sometimes I'm not sure I should be writing here. This place is about sex and sex and making love are NOT the same thing. Some of the stuff I do write is about sex but I have to fake it, it's not "me."

absolutelynormal replies on 4/5/2006 4:03 pm:
And yes, love is grand

rm_mmmgoodnova 107M/107F
1259 posts
4/5/2006 4:01 pm

Mmmm...that was great, I dream about having that shower's...design configuration.

absolutelynormal replies on 4/5/2006 4:16 pm:
I kinda had that shower before I got a divorce. I like a big tub better myself, so when I got my new place that was the selling point, the tub!

absolutelynormal 57F
6563 posts
4/5/2006 8:53 pm

You two going to a motel and take a nice looong shower? Don't dro the soap fun, don't drop the soap!

docdirk 49M

4/5/2006 9:15 pm

You're doing it to me again!!!

Ah, Its you again, Your Angel Feathers and your Blood Stains...

absolutelynormal replies on 4/5/2006 9:20 pm:
Not me, I'm innocent. See JJ, Sweet Mac writes the sweat blog posts, like the one where I was upset about the guy who couldnt spell. My evil twin Acme, she writes all the badbadbad sexy stuff.

NSAAddict 43F

4/6/2006 1:32 pm

Very sweet and very sexy, thanks for the great post!

absolutelynormal replies on 4/6/2006 5:21 pm:
Thank you NSA... yeah it was rather romance novelish. When I try to just do sexy, it won't work in my mind

trillionman 56M

4/6/2006 4:36 pm

I like to take showers but I don't think I have ever took one like that.Do you mind if I come over for one of those showers?

absolutelynormal replies on 4/6/2006 6:12 pm:
T'man, the house I live in now has an itty bitty shower, I'm doing well to be able to pick up the soap in it if I drop it and not knock the door open with my head or my ass. There's noway you and me could fit in there.

ProtonicMan 49M

4/8/2006 6:12 pm

Great story! I'll bring the scented shower gel next time.


P.S.: Refer to my comment on your immediately previous blog entry. This one falls into that category, in more ways than you will probably EVER know. (BIG HUGZ)

absolutelynormal replies on 4/9/2006 5:12 pm:
Is there any other kind?

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