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 The Shower

   "Honey, I'm going out for a quick run," he said.

   "O.K." I replied.  Perfect...  time for a nice, long hot shower, I
thought to myself as I climbed the stairs.  No one to bother me, no phones
to answer...  just the soothing jets of water.  We had just finished
putting in this great, state of the art shower-spa unit, with multiple
massaging shower heads, built in stereo, and, unfortunately, these large,
clear glass doors.  I just couldn't get used to the clear glass, since our
last shower had the old, and usually moldy, opaque curtain.  Now, alone in
the house, maybe I could enjoy a nice peaceful shower.

   I turned the water on as soon as I got into the master bath, and as the
water warmed up, I stripped out of my big old baggy sweats...  not very
sexy, but functional, since with the constantly changing early spring
weather, the house was pretty cold this morning.  In fact, I could feel the
goose bumps on my skin forming as the cool air hit me, and as I looked
down, I could see my nipples crinkling up and extending themselves beyond
the swell of my breasts.

   I looked myself up and down in the mirror...  not bad, babe, I thought
to myself...  bet I could still turn a few heads...  nice full breasts, not
too big, flat stomach (all those sit ups are paying off), slim hips, and
shaved pussy...  yep, still hot after all these years, I laughed to myself.
I gave my nipples a little caress, and pinched them a little, making them
stand up even more, and I shivered right down to my clit.  Boy, I'd better
get in that shower before things get out of hand....

   Mmmmm, the hot water felt great as it sprayed me all over...  this
shower-spa was worth every extra penny we paid for it, that was for sure.
There was even a little seat that I could sit down on and relax as the
throbbing pulses of the wall mounted shower jets massaged my body.  I
washed my hair first, and rinsed it out thoroughly before I started soaping
up my body with the peach scented shower gel, using a well worn loofa.  As
stereo played a sexy, jazzy saxophone solo, I spread the soap around, I
closed my eyes, letting the soft fragrance of peaches surround me.  I began
to focus on the various feelings on my skin...  the beat of the water jets,
the slickness of the soap, the delicious roughness of the loofa pad as I
gently scrubbed my skin guided only by touch.  God, I was getting myself
hot...  I could feel the wetness of my pussy even with the water running
over me...

   The touch of the loofa as I ran it over my bald privates was like an
electric shock, focusing my erotic thoughts.  I opened my eyes briefly and
looked around...  still alone...  and I did it again, causing a soft moan
to escape my lips.  I closed my eyes again, and dropping the loofa, I
caressed my slippery slit, running one finger slowly in between the lips
before I slowly inserted it deep into myself.  I was so wet and hot...  I
took my finger out and sucked on it, tasting myself, and realized that I
was way over the edge.  I found my other hand on my breast, pulling at the
nipple, making it harder than it had been in a long time.

   All of a sudden cool breeze rousted me from my sexual reverie, as the
bathroom door swung open and in he walked, still sweaty and breathing hard
from his workout.  "Do you mind?" I asked with a slight tremor in my voice,
still quite turned on by my little interlude.

   "Not at all," he said as he started backing out the door...  but then he
stopped and stared at me, with this goofy expression on his face, seemingly
rooted to the floor.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Oh, nothing," he said, with embarrassment in his voice, yet he made no
further move to leave.

   "Oh, no, you're not getting away that easy," I said, reading the
expression on his face.  "Tell me what you're thinking."

   "Well..."

   "Well, what?"

   He closed the door behind him.  "I was just remembering something from
the distant past."

   "And that would be..."

   "Well, um, when I was, uh, about 14, my big brother got married..."

   "And what happened?" knowing that his brother had a bit of a reputation
as a hell-raiser back then.

   "Well, when he had had his bachelor party..."

   "I thought you had told me you didn't go," I said, having heard that his
brother's party had been legendary in the level of debauchery reached.

   "I didn't go, but before the party, my brother and his friend did go to
the peep shows down on 42nd Street and they took me with them."

   "You never told me that!"

   "Well..."

   "So what did you see?" I purred in the sexiest voice I could muster from
the shower.

   "Well, they sat me in this box with a full length glass window and one
of these curtains that would go up when you put a quarter in the slot, and
handed me big bag of quarters.  So I put a quarter in the slot, and the
curtain went up, and...  " and his voice sort of drifted off.

   " And?"

   He laughed nervously.  "You have to remember that it was the first time
I had actually seen a girl naked; I mean, not in magazines, but right in
front of me..."

   "So what happened?"

   "Promise not to laugh?"

   "Of course!"

   "Alright, you promised...  I came in my pants before the curtain even
hit the top."

   Suppressing a giggle, I said, "and that was it?  You went home after
that?"

   "Oh, no," he laughed, "my brother had apparently coached her in advance.
She started dancing behind the glass, saying all sorts of really lewd
things to me, and made me take off my pants, and I was as hard as a rock
still, so she made me..." and he drifted off again.

   "Made you what?" realizing that I was getting turned on my this
description...  and by the lump in his shorts, so was he.

   "Made me play with myself for her..."

   "And did you?" I asked softly, already knowing the answer.

   "Yes," he replied in almost a little boy's voice.  And the lump in his
shorts gave a visible little twitch.

   "And when you came in here, you saw me and it brought it all back didn't
it?"

   "Yes." Another twitch, this one a little bigger.

   "Show me."

   Slowly he pulled his shorts off, exposing his very erect cock.

   "The shirt, too."

   As if hypnotized, he stared at me, pulling off his shirt, showing me his
beautiful body.  It was so erotic I could just scream....

   "You like this, don't you?  You want this body, don't you?" I said as I
slowly stretched in the flowing water.

   He nodded, mesmerized...

   "Just like you wanted that girl behind the glass."

   "Uh huh."

   "Stroke it for me.  Show me how much you want it."

   Without any hesitation whatsoever, he began to masturbate himself,
stroking himself slowly up and down his shaft.  I turned the music up a bit
and began to dance for him, sinuously moving my body in and out of the jets
of water, running my hands up and down, pinching my nipples, touching my
clit, pushing my breasts up against the glass...

   "Mmmmm...  that looks fun; are you enjoying it?"

   He nodded, continuing to stroke, though speeding up a bit as I pulled on
my nipple and then, lifting my breast up with my hand, sucking on the
nipple.

   "Did she touch herself down here?" I said as I caressed my very hard
clit.

   He nodded again, still stroking himself.

   "And did she stick her fingers inside?" as I demonstrated this for him,
my voice starting to quiver a bit as my orgasm approached.

   He nodded, speeding up his rhythm still, his knees beginning to shake.

   "Are you going to come for me, baby?  Are you just about there?" knowing
full well that he was just a few strokes away as I thrust my fingers even
deeper into myself, my thumb pleasuring my clit, gyrating slowly to the
music as I neared the brink.

   Suddenly, he began to moan uncontrollably, his eyes closed, head thrown
back, knees shaking, gripping himself tightly with one hand, the other on
his nipple.  Then, his hips shot forward as a long, white stream of his
delicious man juices hit the glass, followed by a second stream almost as
powerful as the first.  The sight of this man I loved pleasuring himself
for me, coming so powerfully, with his semen running down the glass was too
much for me as I pushed my fingers deep inside of me one last time, spasms
gripping them tightly as I came with him, our shouts of pleasure ringing
through the bathroom together...

   With shaking hands, I reached for the door and slid it open.  "Come in
here with me and let me clean you off." Smiling shyly, he stepped into the
running water and into my arms.  "Can I ask you something, though, honey?"
I whispered in his ear.

   "Of course, babe."

   "Did you order these clear glass doors for any particular reason?"

   THE END