Buildup: In years past, B and I didn’t bother going out to parties for New Year’s Eve, and I took special pleasure in going to bed around 11:30 and making sure that we were making love as the clock struck twelve (giving new meaning to the phrase “stroke of midnight”!) These days, we’re more social and had party plans. B was getting herself ready for dinner, and I watched her as she showered and shaved her underarms and legs. When she spread shaving gel at the edge of her pubic hair, I paid closer attention.
“If I squint, it looks like you’re touching yourself!” I commented.
“Why is that a turn-on?” B asked, and we talked through the shower door of what a powerful visual the look of a woman in the throes of her pleasure is to my libido.
Foreplay: I decided it was time for my shower, too. I stripped off my sweatshirt and jeans and joined B in the shower, asking her to soap my back. Between the conversation and the contact, I was instantly hard, and I turned toward B and held her close with my erect rod between our wet skin. “Mmmm,” she said, “Can you save that for later?”
His Turn: “Can you do both?” I asked — a stiff dick has no conscience! B squirted bath gel into her palms and worked up a lather that she used to lubricate her two-fisted grip on my shaft. I continuned to hold her close, kissing her mouth and reaching with one free hand to circle her nub as she rubbed me. The quicker she stroked, the more urgently my tongue thrashed with hers, until I leaned forward and buried my face in her neck. I moved my fingers from her slit and with both hands squeezed B’s ass — she spread her legs to give me access and I reached behind her to fondle her pussy. Just as she brought me to the point of no return, my standing-in-the-shower headache hit and I had to stop before I could return her favor — why does that happen so often? (The headache, not the lack of returning the favor, I hope.)
