CHAPTER EIGHT: Rebecca

I had just enough time to get upstairs, take off my flannel shirt and bra, then I heard someone calling my name. It took a moment for me to realize that it was coming from outside. I went to the apartment window and peered out. Nick’s car was still in the lot, covered in half a foot of snow.

I forgot about putting my shirt back on as I rushed down the stairs. I found poor Nick freezing at the front door. His car wouldn’t start. He’d have to stay the night.

Oh no… insert smiley face…

Nick followed me up to the tiny apartment. I showed him where the bathroom was. He wanted to take a hot shower to knock off the chill. My dad used to do the same thing, so I didn’t find anything odd about it.

“I’ll heat up some soup for you,” I said, handing him a towel. “I have a great hot water heater. Take as long as you like.”

I heard the water come on in the shower as I walked into the kitchen. I took the Tupperware of soup from the fridge and filled a bowl, then stuck the bowl into the microwave for a couple of minutes.

I glanced down the hall toward the bathroom door as I waited for the microwave to ding. The shower was on. I could see steam coming from under the door.

There was a gorgeous man in my shower and I was standing her like an idiot heating up soup. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild.

He was in my shower, naked.

Wet.

Hot.

Steamy.

Long.

Hard.

Without even realizing that I was doing it, my left hand was massaging my breast. The nipple pushed through the t-shirt, hard and big as a thimble. I tweaked it between my thumb and finger and felt a bolt of lightning shoot down my stomach and into my cunt.

The microwave dinged and scared the crap out of me. I opened the door and pulled out the bowl. It was scorching hot. I set the bowl out to cool and went to let Nick know that the soup was ready.

Now, you must realize two things in order to understand what happened next. First of all, this building is probably fifty years old, and it has settled over time, making the doors and windows all wonky in their frames. So, even though the bathroom door knob was locked, the lock didn’t engage in the frame, so when I came to tell Nick his soup was ready, the door was open by an inch.

The second thing you must realize it that when you see a gorgeous man masturbating in your shower, it’s rude not to masturbate yourself. I think it’s the law here in upstate New York. I could be wrong… I don’t know…

Okay, that’s all horseshit, but what was I supposed to do when I saw Nick soaping up his cock?

Close the door and back away?

I was glad I had chosen a clear plastic shower curtain because it was the easiest to clean. Through the clear plastic I could see him; this tall, muscular, gorgeous man, standing in my shower with his left hand braced against the wall and his right hand firmly around his long cock.

His head was down. His eyes were closed. His hand was soapy. It slid back and forth from the base of his cock to over the head, which was swollen like a balloon about to burst.

Before I knew it, my jeans were undone and my left hand had slipped into my panties, which were already soaking wet. I slid my middle finger over my clit and dipped it into my pussy to get lube it up. I brought the finger up to rest on my clit hood and began rolling it from side to side. My other hand went under my t-shirt and cupped my breast. I squeezed my breast and rolled my nipple under my thumb.

I watched Nick through dreamy eyes. His cock was long and bowed upwards a little. He pushed his hips out so his hand could slide along the full length of it. I heard him moan. I focused my eyes on his hand sliding along his cock as my finger massaged my clit. I imagined that it was my hand there, milking his long cock, cupping his tight balls, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head.

I slid two fingers into my pussy and slid them in and out while my thumb worked on my clit. I closed my eyes and imagined Nick’s lips on my pussy, his tongue probing my hole, his hands squeezing my breast as I showered his lips and face with my hot juices.

I fell against the door frame and moaned. I was cumming hard. I opened my eyes to see Rick cumming with me. His head was back and his eyes were closed.

His teeth dug into his lower lip as his hand jackhammered his cock faster and faster, until it shot streams of milky white ropes against the shower wall.

I imagined him shooting his sweet cum onto my tits and into my mouth.

I bit down hard on my lip and came into my hand, covering it with hot juices that smelled of tangy sex.

I heard the shower turn off. I took a deep breath and crept back from the door.

With my left hand still buried in my cunt, I quietly closed the door with my right hand and tiptoed into the bedroom to put dry clothes.