Buildup: As I feared the previous night, we didn’t make love, so the diary was current for one whole day! The only concern was B’s oncoming period and our incoming house guests, but before either arrived there was just enough time to ask B for a shared shower on our way to a holiday brunch — an invitation that she accepted.
Foreplay: I got clean and washed my hair first — by the time I washed my face I was not sure if B was still going to join me. I was about to call out, “Can you wash my back?” which is code in our house for, “Do you want to give me a handjob/blowjob/hot animal sex with steam rising around our slippery bodies and the sounds of our passion echoing against the tile walls?” but at that moment B stepped into the shower. She grabbed a bar of oatmeal soap and cleaned my shoulders, lower back and legs — and I wondered if she remembered the translation. When I turned around, however, she reached behind her back and squirted a handful of bath gel into her palm — when she brought her hands in front, they immediately went to sudsing up my cock and balls. She said that she could tell by the intensity of her cramps that her period would come today, so now was the opportunity for me to come. I thanked her and kissed her deeply, running my hands around her breasts and pinching her nipples while she massaged my dick against her belly. I pulled her closer — grabbing her ass — and decided I wanted to be in her.
Main Event: I sat back on the shower bench with my dick proudly pointing up and B straddled the bench and lowered herself onto it. Because of the angles involved, it’s hard to go deep — but when B leaned forward to hold on to the bench, too, and put her weight against it, we had a good ride. The other problem with the angles is that it’s a strenuous thigh workout for B, and finally she got too sore to continue. I asked her to try standing, and we worked our way through three permutations of a standing position with B’s legs on different supports. None worked and I got a little soft. B turned away from me and I stuffed myself back in from behind — not bent all the way over against the bench (which would have done the trick, I think) but leaning against the wall (hot in its own way.) It was good enough to get me hard again, but B complained she couldn’t feel the muscles to squeeze on me inside her, and we stopped again.
Here I was — all pumped up and no place to go — but probably 7/8ths of the way to an orgasm. I was debating where to finish (whether was not an option — even if by my own hand!) when we decided on the bathroom floor. We arranged the bath mats, B spread her legs high in the air, and I slid back in — fully aroused again. So much so, that I came probably 10 strokes later, yelling “Oh shit!” B thought I was complaining about finishing too soon — which she thought was the point — but I was really amazed that such a haphazard, opportunistic quickie could feel so intense.
Afterplay: None.
Afterglow: B knows her body well — her period started as she took a post-coital pee.
Rating: ★★
