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we’d lain there for a long time and I was tempted to pounce on her
again. I didn’t want her to think I was an incredible pervert, attacking her
again so soon, although it was entirely her fault for being so sexy. I decided
it might be better to take a quick shower and take care of it and then my head
would be clear so we could talk about the important stuff.
    “Okay,” she said, “But then we can talk?” I kissed
her pretty, swollen lips.
    “Yes, absolutely.” I had every intention of talking
to her. I just couldn’t do that with an aching erection.
    I went in and fixed the water in the shower. I’d
left the door cracked just a little. I wasn’t sure if it was wishful thinking
that she’d join me or not…but I wasn’t going to complain if she did. I stepped
in and stood under the warm spray for a few minutes. I took the soap and rubbed
it over my chest. My cock was still throbbing. I wanted to take care of it, but
I stood there trying not to touch it, hoping the water would make it go down. I
wasn’t sure what she would think if she heard me in here getting off by myself
right after I had her. She might think she didn’t satisfy me…but the truth was
it was just the opposite. She made me crazy and I couldn’t stop thinking about
sex when I was around her. Hell, I couldn’t stop even when I wasn’t around her.
All I had to do was picture her face…or her body and there it was, standing at
attention. I had my eyes closed and I was about to give in and just give it a
stroke or two when I heard her voice from behind me.
    “Here, let me help you," I opened my eyes,
shocked, to the beautiful sight of her stepping into the shower. She wrapped
her arms around me and let her hands play in the soap I’d just rubbed across my
chest and down low across my abdomen. I could feel her hard nipples pressing
into my back and if I thought my cock was throbbing before, I hadn’t seen
anything yet. She let her hands continue their descent down below my abdomen to
the top of my pelvis and towards my cock. I felt my heart speed up and I had to
gasp for breath as her fingers brushed against the head. I swear to God one of
these days she was going to kill me. She wrapped one of her soaped up hands
around it and she began to slide it up and down the length. It was so much
better than if I had done it myself. My legs were shaking and I wasn’t sure
they were going to hold me. Just about the time I thought I might cum, she let
go of me and reached around me for the soap on the wall. She rubbed it between
her palms and started washing my arms. She was thorough, washing all the way
down to my hands and seductively running the soap between each of my fingers.
Then she began on my upper thigh, sliding her hands around it and then down
over my knee and my calf. She was in a crouch and I was tempted to turn around
and have her take me into her mouth. I made myself be patient though as she
washed up the other leg, ending with another small stroke of my aching cock
when she reached the top. She soaped up again and then began washing and
caressing my back. She worked her way down to my lower back and then down my
right cheek and then my left, letting her hand brush in between softly on her
way down and back up. I had to reach out and press my hands against the tile in
front of me when she let her hand slide all the way down and took my sac in her
hand. My eyes were rolling back into my head and I was making noises I’d never even
heard before.
    “Rinse off,” she whispered against the side of my
face. I shuddered, almost convulsively and reached up and took down the shower
head and began rinsing. When I turned to face her, she took it out of my hand
and finished. When I was all rinsed off, she lowered herself to her knees on
the shower mat and took my cock back into her hand. She stroked it softly as
she ran her tongue along the shaft of it and swirled the head of it with her
tongue.
    “Oh Jesus, Alexa! You’re killing me;