“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.

She simply nodded her head in reply. The cocktail waitress approached and
smiled as she murmured, “Nice.”

“Bourbon on the rocks, with a twist, please.” commented the blonde as she
smiled acknowledgement of the compliment.

“Break?”, he enquired.

“No.”

He seemed a bit distracted as he broke and made two solids and one stripe.
His turn ended after only one more shot. Their competition was two middle-
aged men who appeared to be business associates. The older of the two went
first and made one shot but missed on his next attempt.

Her partner handed her his cue and smiled. She carefully studied the layout
and crossed to the other side of the table measuring the angle to the pocket.
The six slid dead center in the corner pocket and the cue stayed perfectly
positioned for the following shot. A bank to the center pocket seemed to
impress the other team. Or perhaps it was the view of her breasts as she bent
over the table. One wiped his brow and exhaled most audibly as she continued.

“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.