Sexy Shower

He stood there, the water washing down over him, eyes closed, savoring the heat. He heard the door open, then the curtain slid open enough to emit her. She smiled up at him and reached around him to get at the warmth spilling from above. She turned her back to the water and started wetting her hair, he reached up to help, working it all to the center of her back. She grabbed the shampoo, washed, then the conditioner, while he helped occasionally, running his hands through her hair. When she was done she started to wash her body, he just stood back and watched as the suds ran over her body. Down her shoulders, between her breast, along her torso, continuing down her legs, he stood transfixed. She started rinsing off and proceeded to rub her ass into his cock, she was meet with the effect she wanted. She asked "want to have sex", as if it needed an answer, but he said yes anyway.

The foot height difference between them made things more difficult, but where there's a way...

She turned away from him and stepped up onto the edge of the shower, one foot on each side. Holding on to the upper edge for support, she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. He positioned himself at her waiting entrance, slowly pushing, the water causing some resistance. His hand on her hip, he pulls her down onto him until her wetness takes over and he's buried , his abs touching her ass. He uses those hips, guiding her, helping her, up and down. Slowly at first, but the moans escaping her lips have him wanting more. He reaches around her, his hands enveloping each of her tits, grabbing, using her body for leverage. She knows what he wants and voices it, "fuck me" she says over her shoulder. With reckless abandon he drives into her, the water making splashing noises every time his abs meet her ass. She utters "fuck yea, fuck yea", over and over, driving his frenzy. It's all he needs as he pulls her body against his and unloads into her sweet pussy, holding her there, savoring the last vestiges of pleasure. It's all so visceral, the water, their bodies, his cock sunken deeply.

As always, the feeling he wants to relish fades quickly. She lifts herself up off of him and clambers down with his help. She just turns and smiles up at him and says "I'm all done", slipping out as quietly as she entered.

Well, I have to say that my wife came through last night. No, not in the sex department, (yea, yea, piss and moan some more W) but she did do good by me. She was able to get her hands on Game 5 playoff tickets for the Celtics/Sixers game last night.

I made my way into Boston after work and picked my wife up. We meandered through town and parked at the Garden. It was early enough that we found somewhere to have dinner and few drinks before the game. It was a bit of a wait for a table, but a quick dinner and we headed up the street to the Garden. We made it to our seats just as the anthem was starting. The rest is history. It was a great time and a really good game. The place was fucking rocking, so damn loud in there. (Check this link out for KG's assessment of the fans.) A few more wobblie pops while there always help keep things loose, I love that I can get a Cap n Coke there now too. It was over quicker than expected, and it was a breeze getting out of the parking garage. We made good time getting back home, before I knew it, my head was hitting the pillow and I was in the land of nod. All I can say is that it made for a great night out, I'd love to go back again.

"Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns;
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns."


                                                 Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Distance is a bitch. You loose some of those necessary senses. There's no touch, taste, or smell.  We can have hearing and seeing with technology today, but you always long for more. I want to wrap my arms around someone and comfort them, share their pain, give them warmth, and I'm hobbled by geography. I want to spend quality time taking pictures on the left coast with a friend, feel the ocean, sun and fun. I want to revel in those senses, savor every minute. I want to explore the European and Australasian continents, let my eyes drink in long forgotten beauty. Or wake up in Paris with the balcony windows thrown wide, the sounds and smells an assault on my flesh. Lay with a sleeping beauty in the Caribbean, night engulfing us in its peaceful, humid embrace, while flesh dances.    

Her: So did you have a nice night hanging with the boys, drinking beer, and playing pool?

I: No, no, no, no, no.
   You know I don't really drink beer. It was Captain's and Coke. Silly girl.

I keep on planning to write, but never seem to get around to it, or simply don't feel I have anything worthy to share. I did have something break from the norm this past week, nothing too special, but interesting none the less.

For some reason I keep getting called for jury duty, but thankfully ever since I started going, I've never been picked, until now. Where I live now means I have to travel about 50 minutes to the new court house down in southern Mass. It was actually a nice surprise because the last time I had to report, it was some old run down, shitty court house with no room to sit or move. Not this one, this one was just finished in 2010 and cost us tax payers about $93 Million. Government at work.

After getting checked in and reading for a bit, the court officer in charge goes over what to expect for the day and then shows one of those movies that helps explain things. Then it was a few Seinfield episodes on the flat screens followed by the movie "Unstoppable", we wouldn't be able to see it all. There were only about 25-30 of us in the waiting room as there were two major cases going on in the supreme courts, we would only be needed for other cases. We all filed in and I was hopeful to dodge another jury as I was number 15 and they only needed 7 jurors. Then the challenges came, and those numbers kept getting closer and closer until I was called and seated, never even challenged, damn. One more young lady was chosen after me and they said thank you to everyone else, we have a full jury. I didn't dodge one this time, oh well, first time for everything.

The saving grace for getting chosen is, at least there was some eye candy. Two of the three women there had my attention more often than not. The woman that would eventually sit to my left got my attention on day one. As we sat in the jurors box, she would stretch her back and push out her perfectly sized chest, held tightly in the white tee, square into my peripheral vision. Needless to say, it was not just my peripheral vision for long. She always seemed to spare me a smile when there was a break in the action, or when we were trying not to laugh at the "dropped cheesecake" that kept reoccurring in the case.

I found more to like the following day when we all had to report back. Seems my new friend dressed a bit better on day number to. She was wearing some kind of grey pants that fit like those yoga pants I seem to like so much, matched with a low cut grey top and her blond hair cascading down her shoulders. Again, everytime we had to exit the court room, I couldn't take my eyes from the way those pants hugged her ass. I got a good enough look at times to see the outline of what I can only imagine is a very cute thong. Back in our sequestered little room, she would sit across from me and try to keep herself busy, as would the rest of us. Thankfully by the second day, we were all pretty comfortable with each other and conversations flowed freely between everyone.

When the last witness was done and closing statements were made, we retired yet again to our little room minus one. The outspoken Portuguese woman was drawn as an alternate, phew, dodged a bullet on that one, she was already feeling bad for the defendant the previous day. It took a little convincing for two other jurors, but we all agreed on her guilt, but at a lesser sum which was all that was proven. We filed back in to read the verdict and were excused. A few minutes after the judge came in to thank us for our time and see if anyone had questions. The one older gentleman who was feeling bad about finding her guilty, but agreeing she was wrong, asked what was going to happen to the defendant now? The judge then spilled that it was her second offense for the exact same crime and she was still on probation for that offense. The older man smiled and said in his best broken Portuguese accent "I no feel so bad no more, she get what she deserve." We could not help but laugh.

We all left together and headed for the parking garage. We all joked and started heading our separate directions. It was the blond and I on the same level. I wish I could write that more happened, but all there was from me was a "it was good meeting you", she said the same, smiled and kept walking.

Yep, I do it a lot.