I walked into the bathroom, ready to start the shower. I stopped and looked into the mirror, admiring the curve of my own ass. He stepped up behind me, his hand caressing the same curve I was checking out in the mirror. His touch always feels so good. I closed my eyes in sheer bliss.
He turned my shoulders and the rest of me followed. My back was to him, but his hands didn’t stop. Goosebumps raced across my body, delightful shivers followed.
I could sense when he began to stroke his cock. He pushed against my back a little, and I leaned forward. His feet nudged at mine, silently commanding me to spread my legs. I gasped when I felt him stroke himself against my pussy.
There was no doubt where this was going. At nearly the same height, he and I were almost perfectly aligned. Almost. I looked around for some sort of assistance. No choice for it. I bent over and closed the lid of the toilet, bracing myself against the top.
Thank God I keep this bathroom clean. That was the last coherent thought I had for a while.
Skin slapping against skin. The in and out, push and pull of cock and pussy colliding. His fingers digging into my hips. The burning of muscles from an arched back and tippy toes. The feeling of being used and of use. The feeling of fucking and being fucked. Unf.
His fingers in my hair, tugging and pulling. The sharp sting in my scalp.
His hands on my shoulders, pulling me back, bracing himself against his own thrusts.
My head pulled back, almost as effective as a squeezing hand. My airway obstructed slightly by the angle. Gasping breaths, slow and steady but still erotic.
THWAP-THWAP-THWAP. The sounds of our fucking fill the small room.
One leg aches. The other twitches. Tired but not done.
I feel exposed to him. He takes what he wants, alternating between ferocious fucking and steady, calm strokes. I am his toy.
And the bathroom is becoming our special place.
sounds fucking good!
And it was. 🙂
When there are small kids in the house, you gotta do what you gotta do!
No doubt! This place isn’t perfect, but our bedroom and bathroom are the selling points. Total privacy and blocked off enough that most noise doesn’t penetrate. That, and they are VERY sound sleepers. Thank Gawd!
How peefect! And I bet you will keep that bathroom even cleaner now. You never know when the floor will be called into play.
So true! When I found myself on my knees in the shower several days ago, I was REALLY glad I clean the bathtub on a regular basis. 🙂
Reading this made me ache. I’m glad someone is getting laid magnificently.
The sex used to be an event – we didn’t see each other for several weeks and then we had to fit in a lot of life (sexual and non) in a few days. Now, it’s just a part of life, so if he feels like fucking in the bathroom, that’s where we do it – there’s no hurry, there’s no event, there’s no show. It’s just part of life. It’s a pretty nice thing – but it took me a long time to get to this point, too.
damn that is hot! now I need to go clean the bathroom 😉
LOL! I certainly have incentive to keep the bathroom spotless, that’s for sure.
and whoa…that was …(ahem)…fucking awesome…
nilla
/giggles. Yes it was, actually…or awesome fucking. 😉