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Sex in the shower with an unknown female
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Eddie turned on the shower. He quickly undressed and stepped inside. He
loved the feeling of the hot water stream pounding against his skin. After a
few moments of luxuriating, he reached for the shampoo. He put some in his
hair and worked up a good lather. The soap ran down into his eyes, and if he
opened them, it would hurt like hell.
At that moment he heard a click and cool air washed across his wet body.
Somebody had opened the door. The door closed and he felt something brush
against him. He wasn't alone in here.
He tried to speak, to ask who it was but a finger to his lips silenced
him.
He tried to open his eyes and look but the soap made them sting too bad.
He was gently turned around and hands began to soap his back. What the
hell
was going on here? He turned around again and his hands encountered large
breasts, wet and slick with soap.
Holy moley.
She continued rubbing soap all over him and he fumbled for another bar and
returned the favor. His hands told him quite a bit. She was trim, and had
quite a firm figure. She was beautiful, and he couldn't shake the feeling
that
he knew her. His hands explored every curve of her body. She didn't shy awy,
in fact, she silently welcomed his movements. He was amazed by the ease which
he was accepting this unreal siuation. He wished he could see her.
The only sound in the shower stall was the hiss of the water jet and faint
but heavy breathing. Her hands were very skillful. By this time he was quite
aroused and she moved down to his hips with her soap. Several times he almost
climaxed, but each time she backed off just in time, prolonging the
experience. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Then she put the bar away and rubbed her whole body against his. The wet,
slippery sensation was almost too much to resist. He knew he wouldn't last
much longer.
Suddenly she raised up and the next thing he knew he was IN her. They
wrapped arms around each other and slowly writhed together standing under the
hot stream. Except for the breathing, she made not a sound. There was a
definite danger of slipping and falling through the glass shower door, but at
the moment he just... didn't... care...
He climaxed in a huge, almost painful spasm that momentarily left him too
weak to stand. She held him until he got his strength back. The door clicked
and suddenly he was alone again. He rinsed his hair and turned off the
shower.
Stepping outside shakily, he was handed a towel. She was still here. He
rubbed
his face and finally got his eyes clear. Then he opened them.
And he let out a gasp of recognition, then shock and utter horror:
"Mom!"
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