Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons Sinful Shower

I know I shouldn’t have been staring, but I couldn’t turn away. His perfectly chiseled features gave way to a rock hard body, often reserved for celebrities and porn stars.

 

I had salivated over his physique when he had removed his shirt the night before. I hadn’t wanted to seem desperate, like I hadn’t been with a man before, but after taking in the sight of his rippling pecks and washboard stomach, I was rendered mute.

 

And now, he was asleep next to me, mouth parted slightly as he let out a soft snore. The sheet had bundled around his waist, leaving his chest bare. That perfectly tanned and toned body taunted me. I wanted to run my hands across his chest, tracing his tattoo with my fingertips. I wanted to feel his hard muscles beneath my palm as I slide my hand down his 6’2 frame.

 

But I didn’t dare move.

 

Instead, I watched him sleep, wondering if he was dreaming. Or what he was dreaming.

 

I had met him in an unconventional way. More conventional for the millennials, but for me, the internet was still a cautionary place. It had been nearly 3 years since my husband left me for a big-breasted, blonde, twenty-four year old airhead. As a way of coping with the sudden loss, I had thrown myself into work, not giving myself a chance to grieve the demise of my marriage.

 

My nights were lonely. I would get home to an empty apartment, cook myself a microwave meal, sit on the couch and binge watch the next series of Will & Grace. I won’t lie; it sucked. But this was the hand I was dealt.

 

One day at work, I overheard my younger co-workers discussing their weekend plans. Alice, a red-haired, ivory skinned beauty from marketing, was describing her plans for hooking up with a male escort friend of hers. She bragged about getting a discount from him because they’d been friends for years.

 

Hurriedly, I had made my way back to my office, closing the door behind me.

 

After a quick Google search of male escorts in the area, I was overwhelmed by the photos of handsome, drool-worthy men that were itching to show a lady a good time.

 

If it hadn’t been for that afternoon meeting, I would have made a booking with a strapping young man right then and there. Instead, I carried on my research at home, eventually choosing the man now lying beside me.

 

He groaned, rolling over. Carefully, I exited the bed, my bare feet falling softly to the carpeted floor of the Sofitel Hotel room that I had booked for a couple of nights.

 

Making sure he was still asleep, I scooted passed the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom.

 

I rubbed my eyes, remembering my initial conversation with Austin. I had told him that I was a divorced woman just looking for male companionship, someone to accompany me to dinner and have an intellectual conversation with me.

 

Austin assured me that he could provide that. “And more,” he added suggestively.

 

After stuttering out a response of “Dinner will be just fine. How much for four hours of your time?” I made a hotel booking. I didn’t want him picking me up from my apartment, nor did I feel comfortable having him walk me home.

 

As my booking grew closer, I started to have second thoughts. I didn’t feel attractive enough to be seen in his company, and I debated about contacting him to cancel.

 

I was glad that I didn’t.

 

Austin met me in the foyer of the hotel, dressed to the nines in a simple, yet elegant black suit. His piercing blue eyes crinkled when he smiled as he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

 

I couldn’t remember what I had for dinner because he had charmed me in a way no man had before. Despite his age, Austin was intelligent, conversing with me on a level my husband, and past lovers, never had.

So, I was more than a little surprised when he reached across the table and took my hand. “I would very much like to take you home,” he said, his voice low, a suspicious twinkle in his eye.

 

Stupidly, I nodded, unsure of what to expect as I let him lead me out of the restaurant.

 

When he kissed me, I felt desirable again. I felt like I had woken from a 3 year slumber, and that the man before me was my knight in shining armour.

 

I reached into the shower, turning the tap on. Water streamed from the rainwater head. Discarding my nightgown, I stepped into the glass enclosure, gasping as the water caressed my body, teasing my nipples until they were as hard as diamonds.

 

I closed my eyes and smiled faintly as the water streamed down my back. I could still feel his lips on mine. I could still smell his cologne mixed with my perfume. I hadn’t expected sex when I made the booking, but after that initial kiss outside the restaurant, who was I to say no?

 

He was a perfect lover; a gentleman who understood the insecurities of a woman’s mind. Am I too fat? Will he be repulsed by my stretch marks? Will the low lighting be more favourable to my body? I mentally kicked myself for not taking the gym more seriously.

 

For the first time in a long time, those questions plagued my mind as I watched him undress, showcasing his perfectly sculpted body.

 

As my mind flooded back to the memories of him undressing me, his hands running through my hair, his lips on my neck, I felt a familiar tingling in my lower abdomen.

 

I propped myself against the shower wall, wincing as the cold tiles encountered my back. I traced a water line down my neck, across my collarbone, before cupping my breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. The same kind of squeeze Austin had given me last night.

 

I tweaked my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it strain against my teasing hand as I slid my other hand down over the plain of my belly. I sighed as I reached my throbbing clitoris, lingering over the delicate bud, refusing to give into the temptation of release.

 

I wanted to tease myself, to give myself over to absolute pleasure. I wanted the feeling of the foreplay that I had with Austin to live on, even if it was only through myself.

 

Despite only paying for four hours, Austin had offered to spend the night with me. I was hesitant, especially as I knew I couldn’t afford his overnight rate, but he had insisted it was at no extra charge.

 

My hand slid between my legs, rubbing my clitoris.

 

“Can I join you?”

 

My eyes snapped open, my jaw dropping. Austin stood before me, naked, his erection on full display.

 

“I-I-I-“ I stuttered. My hands dropped away from my body and my cheeks began to burn. Great, I thought. I’m blushing. How long had he been standing there?

 

Austin opened the shower door and stepped inside. I swallowed hard as stray water droplets bounced off his chest.

 

He reached for me, his hand circulating my waist, pulling me in closer to his body, his erection nudging my lower stomach. His free hand tilted my head up so he could kiss me.

 

I sighed, melting into his arms, my hand raking down his chest.

He spun me around and pulled my back against his muscular build. His arms wrapped around me, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, feeling them strain against his teasing hands.

 

My eyes closed as he slipped his hand further down, rubbing between my legs, feeling the heat building inside me. He kissed my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, as he slipped a finger inside me.

 

I let out a low moan as I leaned backwards, feeling his erection against the small of my back.

 

As he teased my body expertly, I reached around, sliding my hand over his erect cock, feeling it swell to my touch. I titled my head, leaning it against his shoulder. “Like this?” I teased, stroking my hand over his full length.

 

Austin’s eyes closed. “Ohh, yes,” he replied, sliding another finger inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit.

 

My breathing quickened, my heart raced. I could feel an orgasm building inside me as I arched my back.

 

“Please?” I begged, rocking my hips back and forth, grinding myself on his magical digits. “Please make me cum.”

 

Austin gave me a gentle nudge until I was face first against the wall. My hand dropped from his package, instead pressing against the cool tiles as the warm water trickled over us. He quickened the tempo of his stroking, his thumb ferociously rubbing my clitoris.

 

My back arched further as a familiar spasm passed through me.

 

If it wasn’t for Austin’s strong arms, I would have happily melted into a puddle right then and there.

 

He turned me around to face him. I watched through glassy eyes as he raised his fingers to his lips, tasting the remnants of my orgasm.

 

With a wicked glint, he dropped to his knees, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. Before I could protest, his tongue lapped at the juices trickling down my thighs. His hands held my waist, securing me so I wouldn’t slip as he slipped his tongue between my moist folds.

I was still sensitive from that quick orgasm. I could feel my clit still pulsing. I tweaked my own nipple, feeling it stiffen at my touch.

 

Austin’s tongue lapped over me, avoiding any direct contact with my clitoris. I whimpered, staring down at him, silently praying that he would just take me like he had the night before.

 

“Is this what you want?” he asked, playfully teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.

 

I threw my head back against the titles. “God, yeeeeesssssss.”

 

Austin pulled away, causing another whimper to escape my lips. He chuckled silently, his breath against my public bone.

 

The shower flowed over him, his dark hair matted to his forehead. His piercing eyes stared up at me as his tongue lapped my clitoris once more.

He hastened his approach, his hands gripping my waist tightly, as his tongue expertly delved into the deeps of my being, flickering faster and faster against me.

 

As my second orgasm for the morning hit, I wobbled. Austin’s arms held me against the wall of the shower as he stood, whispering soothing words into my ear.

 

My eyes refocused and I caught him smiling.

 

“That’s a fun way to start the morning,” he teased, his hand stroking over his cock.

 

I swallowed hard, my mind racing, reliving the events that just occurred.

 

He kissed me, his tongue massaging mine. I could taste my pleasure on his lips.

 

He reached for the soap and lathered me up, paying special attention to my breasts, before rinsing me off. He reached around me, turning off the shower.

 

He stepped out of the glass enclosure and handed me a towel.

 

“Now that you’re nice and clean, how about we get a little dirty?”

 

 

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