Her eyes were flashing mischievously as she slowly reached out for the door handle. Then, quickly, she opened it and stepped inside. She couldn’t have asked for a better setup, she thought; there was the detective, his hair all lathered up, his eyes closed… and not the least bit aware that someone had stepped into the shower stall with him. She choked back a giggle as she watched him… watched the white soapy suds running down his backbone to disappear into the crevice between his strong buttocks. Slowly, with a prankish grin on her face, she reached out for his penis.
Shelton’s first awareness that someone was in the shower with him came with the soft touch of a hand sliding down his abdomen to fasten gently on his cock. “What in hell,” he shouted, and jumped in sudden alarm, almost slipping. His eyes opened, a mistake!… for the soap blinded him again almost immediately. He saw enough, though.
There, as if a dream had suddenly materialized, was the nude golden body of the Akron woman, her harvest moon breasts already wet, and a stream of water running down her belly into her silken pubic hair. She was laughing at his reaction.
The surprised yelp came out of him, “Sylvia?”
“Who else did you expect? Sophia Loren? After all, I am supposed to be your wife.”
He gasped, then choked as soapy water ran into his mouth, for Sylvia had begun to slowly move her hand back and forth on his prick. A low groan of desire came squawking out of his larynx, and her delighted laughter hit his ears.
Sylvia stepped up even closer to him and, still stroking his cock with her right hand, put her left arm around his waist. She knew she was getting her hair soaked. Too bad, she thought uncaringly; her hairdresser had worked almost an hour on it this morning because Sylvia wanted to look especially nice. Under the machinations of her fingers, she could feel life surging into the prick; it was a terribly sensual feeling as the soapy water caused her hand to slip almost without friction from head to base of the huge rod. She felt lewd excitement expanding in her loins as the thing in her hand grew in size. Now it was elongated, sticking out in front of him as though it were the long, white-skinned neck of a turkey.
“Hurry up and get the soap out of your hair and eyes,” she said, beginning to feel impatient again and jerking his cock a couple of times in emphasis.
Hansen, who had been standing there with his eyes closed, let the sensations flow over his body. He could feel the warm water flowing over his head, could feel Sylvia’s breasts and nipples pressing against his chest… but the best thing of all was that excruciatingly wonderful movement of her hand stroking his hardening prick.
Quickly he rinsed his hair and washed the soap from his blinded eyes. Then he looked at her. Even barefoot, she was still about two inches taller than he. Her eyes were gazing unfathomably at him, almost as if they were daring him. Her moist lips… parted in amusement and possibly hunger… were only inches from his. He reached out, planted his sinewy hands on her flaring hips, and gruffly pulled her to him. The new position made it difficult for her pliant fingers to stroke his prick, so she contented herself with holding it tightly in her fist clenching and unclenching her hand in time to the beat of his pulse down there. It was a maddening tempo, one that she found echoed in her own belly.
Tod found his thoughts in complete disarray, but that did not stop him from shoving his tongue into her open mouth. Her tongue met his, and teased and cajoled it until he was pushing it in and out of her mouth as though it were a little red throbbing cock. They dueled this way for almost a minute, the water streaming down both of their faces.
Sylvia was the first to break contact; when she pulled away her breath was coming in short, puppy dog-like pants. She looked at her hand gripping his monstrous maledom, and then pushed down on it so the head of the penis was touching the upper entrance to her vaginal slit. He moved forward just a tiny bit, and she felt the head slid against her dampened pubic hair and soap-lubricated clitoris. She groaned as a shower of heated sparks shot through the region of naked genitals.
“Life is just full of surprises,” Tod said, French-kissing her again. He hadn’t been sure the girl would really consent to sexual intercourse with him. How wrong can one guy be, he thought. Christ, she’s practically raping me, but I’ll go along peacefully.
Shelton felt the wild elation growing in him as Sylvia began sliding the hair-covered softness of her vagina along the top of his cock. She was tall enough that he could take her this way without undue strain on his leg muscles. She was obviously ready; he could put it in right now if he wanted. Her eyes were closed as her breath rasped out hoarsely. She did something with her pelvis and inner thighs which caused the cuntal lips to lock like a hot fleshy vise over the cock; she held it that way as she began moving back and forth again. It was almost as if he were deep inside her.
Amazed, Tod began running his hands up and down her soapy buttocks. He slipped his middle finger down into the soft, yielding crevice and nudged her anal ring. She jumped and her eyes fluttered open.
The sensation of his finger against her rectum had startled Sylvia. It had actually shot a nefarious jolt of pleasure through her; never before had she realized she was sexually sensitive there. Now Shelton was doing other things with those capable hands of his; they were all over her, kneading her breasts as though they were bread dough, tweaking the nipples, stroking her abdomen in time to her own body movements. She was afire down there. She wanted him inside her. She said it, and the obscene words spilling out of her lips caused a certain amazement to register in her mind. “Fuck me, please do, Tod…” she crooned. It wasn’t so much a command as it was a plea.
His balls throbbed, and the blood had long since been pounding hotly through the veins in his rigid cock. He wanted her now… and yet? He also wanted it to be absolutely right. It was important that it be right the first time she came willingly to him.
He pulled his penis from between her tightly clenched thighs. “What’s wrong?” she asked whimperingly.
“Nothing. Let’s not hurry it, though.”
“I want you now.” She reached for his cock and enclosed it again in her fist. She began yanking on it in short impatient motions.
Tod said nothing. He merely reached behind him and got the soap from the soap tray. He used the palms of both hands to raise a lather. The hot scented soap was almost an aphrodisiac in itself
Sylvia didn’t protest when he began to lather up her breasts; she watched the white bubbly river run down across her navel and disappear down into her drenched pubic hair. Tod now was lathering up her abdomen and hips; his hands were gentle, and the electrifying sensations arched through her belly. Then he was using two fingers and the palm of his hand to soap up her vagina. She closed her eyes and moaned; her legs becoming so weak that she felt they couldn’t support her any longer. Tod kneeled in front of her and used both hands to bring a white lather to her thighs and legs. He ran his hands up and down her lower extremities as though he were stroking a giant’s cock. She screwed her pelvis toward him, wanting to feel his lips against her femaledom, but he avoided it… then began working his way up her backside.
A part of Tod’s mind stood off watching him operate. It was obvious the girl was just about to go out of her mind with lust. He knew that the upper torsos of some women became mottled, almost as if they were just getting over a bad case of measles, when they are within seconds of a climax. Anytime this mottling occurs on a woman, an orgasm is almost inevitable… no matter what the man does or doesn’t do. And Sylvia was that color now.
Quickly then, he lathered up his cock and used his soapy hands on her abdomen. His fingertips brushed across the wet, curling strands of the soft nest of fleece between her legs. He didn’t pause there; his hand slid down ever further, middle finger extended, until he parted the soft wet strands of pubic hair, touched and began caressing her cuntal slit.