for the
right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled
to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around
the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued
to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to
get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the
unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle
motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My
body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How
many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed
instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my
eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never
spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow
unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings
like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.