pictured him holding my ankles, spreading my legs wide so he could fuck
me hard.
" Baby, keep fucking
me," I whimpered. " Make me cum .. . "
A silent scream escaped my lips
as my body bucked on the carpet. When the last wave passed, I totally
collapsed. I laid there for a second, just catching my
breath and feeling the slickness of the sweat upon my skin.
Ever since I had broken up with
my ex, I had felt so horny. We had been together for years, and I wasn't used
to being single. Now that I had just orgasmed to a fantasy I wanted so badly, I
felt hot, sweaty and lonely.
I sighed and picked myself up off
the floor, then cracked the front door before heading to the shower ; if only my hot, cramped apartment had air conditioning.
And then I swore as I stumbled over the bulky curved handle attached to the
side of the tub. My father and grandmother had come to visit last weekend, and
he had put the handle there so she could safely get in the shower. I had no
idea how to detach it, and without my ex here to help, I didn't want to take
the time to figure it out. I cursed again.
I turned the shower on and let
cool water cascade over my body. I left the curtain open, so I could steal a
glance at my figure in the bathroom mirror. I let my eyes run over my curves
for a second, looking at my big bust and the womanly swell of my hips. My ex always went on about how he loved
my curves, but then he had gone and cheated on me with some skinny little
thing. It was the same as with my other ex-boyfriends, those assholes.
Sometimes I wondered if men saw the same beautiful woman that I did. Ellen and
my other girlfriends always insisted I was gorgeous, so why did men treat me so
badly? After so many cheaters and failed relationships, I wondered if I could
ever really open up to someone again, the way I had before.
My mind flashed back to when Paul
had come over.
I had been so excited to spend
time with him, but at the same time I was a little guarded—and I didn't
like that. I wanted to live in the moment, like I did when I was younger,
before I felt fragile and vulnerable. I lathered up my red hair and rinsed it,
letting the suds run over my body. The feeling was cool and sensual. I let my
mind drift back to the beautiful vision of Paul and Drew by the pool, and
despite the cool water running over me, I felt excitement building in my body again.
I leaned against the cool tiles
of the shower and ran my hands up my burning skin, gathering up my heavy
breasts and caressing my nipples softly. I moaned as I fingered them, feeling
them grow hard to the touch. I could feel myself throbbing already, and I let
one hand plunge downward, riding my endless curves all the way down to my sex.
The cool water rained down on me
as I slowly inched a fingertip down my slit. I moaned louder and louder,
feeling an ache of anticipation as it came closer my throbbing pearl. Then,
unable to stop myself, I rubbed myself harder and harder until I came.
" Oh my God! "
When the pleasure hit my body, my
knees buckled, and I let myself slide down to the floor of the shower. One
more, I thought. I wanted to cum again. I grabbed the looped hose that lead to
the movable showerhead and pulled it, not caring if I broke the showerhead when
it hit the floor of the shower with a loud bang. I spread my legs and aimed the
stream of water at my still-throbbing pussy, letting it take me closer and
closer to the edge
My whole body arched as I rode
the burning wave. I was so close I wanted to scream. I moved the showerhead
closer and closer, and the way the pleasure swelled sent an earthquake through
my flesh.
" Paul ," I
gasped, wanting to hear his name before I came. " Fuck me, baby... "
I failed to stifle my scream this
time when I came, and my whole body spasmed.
" Oh my God, " I
moaned, my eyes closed tight. That had felt so good. I washed my intimate
parts, then grabbed a towel and dried
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko