Interrupting Her Shower

Joyce strode down the hallway angrily, hurriedly wrapping the towel around her wet body. Watery footprints trailed behind her as she wondered why Murphy’s Law had to be so damned prevalent. Why, for instance, does the phone only ring when you’re in the shower, or in this case, why someone need to ring your doorbell? She reached the front door and stood on tiptoe to peer out of the peephole. Her hot anger subsided a bit as she saw who was on the other side of the door. She swung it open and glared intentionally at her friend.

“What, Jon?”

Jon for his part seemed unmoved by her towel clad form. He gave her a once over and held out a small bag to her.

“You asked for Hennessey,” he said as he brushed past her.

Her glare fell away as she shut the door, turned and followed him into her small apartment.

“I did,” she said. “But I thought you’d bring it tonight.”

“And miss shower time?” He asked.

“You already missed shower time,” she said as she set the Hennessey on the kitchen counter. Jon hopped up on the counter and regarded her again. This time, his gaze lingered on her exposed legs.

“Am I too late to rub lotion on you?”

“No, but who told you that I wanted your hands on me?”

“Fine, I’ll take my Henny and go home then,” Jon laughed.

“Oh you can go,” she laughed back. “But you ain’t taking my drank!”

Jon hopped off the counter and sidled over to her. He reached out and stroked the towel softly, his fingers finding one edge and pulling it back to reveal her naked brown stomach.

Joyce bit her lip gently as she watched Jon’s reaction. “See something you like?”

In answer, he pulled her body to his and kissed her fully on her mouth. His lips parting, his tongue parting her lips and seeking out her tongue. She melted in his arms and gave herself to the kiss. He paused briefly, holding her face in his strong hands.

“I want you to suck my dick.”

Joyce felt a tingle as her clit began to throb and her pussy moistened.

Obediently, she reached down between them until her hand found the bulge in his pants. He was rock hard and as she stroked him, he got even harder. She pushed away from him abruptly and guided him until his back was against the wall. Maintaining eye contact, she unzipped his pants and reached inside. When her hand wrapped around his rock hard dick, he gasped in pleasure. Dropping to her knees, she took him into her mouth hungrily. She knew he loved when she fully engulfed him and she didn’t disappoint him. She sucked his dick in and out of her wet mouth, deep throating him until she gagged from his girth. It didn’t deter her. It never did. She merely slapped his dick against her lips while she regained her breath, then immediately deep throated him again, holding him for a few moments inside her throat before gagging once again.

When Jon could take no more, he helped her to her feet and yanked her towel off. He threw it over his shoulder, not really caring where it landed.

“My turn,” he said.

He picked her up, carried her to the kitchen counter, and placed her on it. Once she was comfortable, he buried his face between her legs and devoured her juicy pussy. Her back arched in pleasure as his mouth owned her soul. His tongue was a whirlwind against her clit. He always knew exactly what he was doing and she loved it. Her legs began to shake as her orgasm grew closer. But before she could get there, he stopped. At first, her irritation rose, but his gaze settled her down. His eyes were full of lust. For her. She got the impression that he was just getting started. His hand was between her legs then, squeezing her pussy lips fingers slipping into her slowly, then a bit more firmly as he simultaneously rubbed her clit. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably as she approached her orgasm again. When she was right at the threshold, Jon replaced his fingers with his mouth and sucked her clit like a madman. She felt like a nuclear explosion went off between her legs as her strongest orgasm ever was set off.

“Oh my GODDDDD!!!” She screamed. “FUCKKKKK!!!!”

The climax seemed endless as her body convulsed for what seemed like hours.

Jon leaned close and spoke softly in her ear.

“You always act as if you don’t want me, but I know you do. I know you have since day one. And you know I have wanted you too. We need to stop giving each other a hard time and just enjoy each other. I think you and your pussy are heavenly and I want to take frequent trips to Heaven. You feel me?”

He drew back and she met his gaze again. There were no lies there. As friends, they had engaged in sex play occasionally, but in her opinion it was just a way to scratch an itch. Clearly, it meant more to him. And if she were honest, it meant more to her to. Much more. And she wanted more of him. She slid off of the now slippery counter until her feet hit the floor. She turned around and placed her hands on the counter firmly before looking over her shoulder at her lover. Once she knew he understood her acquiescence, she turned away and waited. Jon needed no further goading. He stepped forward and placed his hands on her curvaceous hips, caressing them, exploring their shape downward and then back up. His hands ran up her lower back and then up further until they reached her shoulders, slipping beneath her damp hair.

Removing one hand, he reached down and guided himself between her rounded ass cheeks, his dick seeking her wetness. He was still hard and thick and paused at the opening to her vagina as if waiting for permission. In answer, Joyce pushed back against him and he slid right into her. This time, she gasped as Jon’s hardened manhood spread her pussy wide open. He was gentle for several strokes, but as Joyce began to undulate her hips in answer to his thrusts, Jon grabbed her hips and deep stroked into her. His rhythm increased and hers rose to match his. Their fucking was savage and the sound of their bodies slamming together turned her on even more. Her moans went from closed mouthed to full near wailing as Jon hit her spot over and over again. She felt her next orgasm at the threshold. Unlike when he was eating her pussy, Jon did not stop. His hands guided her hips back and forth as his dick sent her over the edge.

“Fuck, Jon! FUCK!!!” she exclaimed. Her legs threatened to give out, but Jon held her up as her climax overtook her. Jon reached a hand around her waist and held her through it. When she was okay to stand, she turned to face him.

“Oh my damn, Jon. I think you have made your point.” She glanced down at his still hard dick and frowned.

“You didn’t cum.”

Jon waved it off.

“That was for you. There will be other times.”

Joyce shook her head.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said firmly. “I want what’s mine.”

Again she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Her hand stroked him in tandem with her mouth as she sucked him expertly. Jon reached for the counter to steady himself as his breathing quickened. One hand grabbed her hair and guided her rhythm. She did not object, and sucked his big dick deep into her mouth. Jon’s body stiffened as he came, his hot cum filled her mouth and splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed every single drop and held his dick in her mouth until he began to soften.

Jon’s breathing returned to normal and he again helped Joyce to her feet. She licked her fingers and smacked her lips.

“You are delicious,” she spoke.

“So are you,” Jon replied.

Joyce looked around and eyed the discarded towel.

"Say,” she said. “I was in the shower when you got here. Would you like to join me to finish what I started?”

Jon needed no further invitation.