Lena

 

 

 

He stays true to his promise of doing the dishes, and I leave him to it to go upstairs to take a shower. Before I leave the kitchen, he asks me to close the door to Risu's cage. He claims that it's her safety that he's concerned about, but I don't believe that for even a second.

His words linger with me as I make my way up the stairs, wondering what today will have in store for me. It's all so strange. Him, the situation we were put in. What happened between us. It all seems so surreal, yet I know it happened.

When I checked the weather this morning before coming downstairs, I knew it wouldn't be possible for him to leave. If anything, the snow has gotten worse and the airports won’t be reopening anytime soon. Crews are probably busy clearing the streets, but it's doubtful that the roads are safe yet all the way to New York City. If he had insisted on leaving today, I would have fought him on it, mostly because I would worry too much about him driving through one of the worst blizzards we've had in years. Even the diner is closed today. It was Mrs. Lynn's call that woke me up this morning, informing me that I wouldn't have to work today. She also inquired about my "guest", asking how things are going with him and if I needed any help. I don't know what kind of help she could offer, because I know she has no room in her home to take him in, but she may just be worried. Mrs. Lynn has become like a second Oma to me, even before her best friend, my grandmother, died.

The windows of the bathroom are fogged, covered with a thin layer of ice on the outside, and I turn on the shower as hot as possible. The heating system in this house is so old that it can barely keep up with the harsh winters we get here, so I'm used to relying on fires in the fireplace and hot showers to keep myself warm. I take my time, relishing the feel of the hot water pearling down my skin as I warm up and get myself ready for him. My back prickles with pain when the water hits, and I'm torn between being tormented by it and smiling because of the pleasant memories attached to the pain. I don't think I can take another spanking like that again, though, not today.

But if you had asked me before, I probably wouldn't have thought I could take what he did to me yesterday, either.

I've spent so much time in the shower that the entire room has turned into a sauna, and while I dread going back out there and facing the cold, I know I'll have to do it at some point. I take a deep breath and enjoy a few more moments of the hot water's embrace.

But just as I'm about to turn off the water, I hear the door to the bathroom opening. I can't see through the shower curtain, but I also don't attempt to move it aside. Instead, I just stand there, frozen in place. Waiting.

"Mind if I join you?"

His voice is muffled by the streaming water, but I can still hear him loud and clear.

"Uh..."

My heart skips a beat when I see his hand grabbing the shower curtain from the other side. He pauses for a moment, before he pulls it aside. I know it's silly, but I instinctively try to cover myself as soon as he lays eyes on me. He has no such worries and just smiles at me when he steps into the shower next to me. One advantage of this shower is that it has been designed for an elderly lady. It’s built big enough to fit two people, a feature that I never thought I'd make use of while I was still living here.

I'm so surprised by his sudden appearance that I don't know what to do or say. Luckily, with him, I don't have to worry about that, because he naturally takes the lead.

He places himself under the water stream and takes a deep breath as that same warm embrace that I was enjoying assaults his senses. His hands find mine and gently push them down to the sides of my body.

"Wash me," he commands his voice deep and confident.

My eyes rest on him for a few more seconds, my mouth partly opened as I try to process his presence here, but when he juts his chin forward, egging me on, I'm finally capable of obeying. I reach for the body wash, ooze a handful of soap into my palm, and begin soaping his perfect body, giving special attention to his muscular chest, until he guides my hands lower, surpassing his pelvis until I reach his hardened length.

A spark of pride and arousal dashes through my core when I get a hold of his cock. He's so hard, just because of me.

"Show me what a good girl you can be," he commands from above, and I tilt my head back, my eyes wide in question. He just nods, beckoning me to know what good girls do and how to meet the requirements.

My eyes never leave his while I close my hand around his girth and gently start stroking, watching as his eyes flicker heatedly with lust.

He doesn't need to say a word for me to know that he wants me down on my knees, working his length with something besides my hands. An approving smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when I slowly lower myself to my knees, holding onto his muscular legs as I descend.

His rock-hard length pokes against my nose when I reach my knees in front of him, and it makes me giggle. I tilt my head back and cast him a cheeky smile as I wrap my hand around his girth. My fingers are barely touching when I close them around his shaft, and it stirs my core with desire. I wish for nothing more than to have him inside of me again, and my lust for him causes me to rush, even though I had planned to take my time with him.

I lean forward, the water dripping down my face as I part my lips and take him in. He groans with relish, and it only eggs me on to go deeper, even though I can't breathe already. I move until his tip is pressing against the back of my throat, and I momentarily retreat to gasp for air.

He places his hand on the back of my head and gently pushes me forward, leaving me little time to rest before my lips are wrapped snuggly around his length again. He's so big, it's impossible to even get close to taking all of him in, but I love trying. My tongue graces the lower side of his shaft and I use my hand to help out, increasing the pressure as my fingers close around him. His moans grow deeper as I continue pleasuring him, barely able to reach more than his big tip. I'm getting dizzy, a vertigo caused by the fact that I can barely breathe or see, as the water running down over me makes both incredibly hard to do.

A surprised gasp escapes me when he steps back, holding my head in place with one hand, tilting my face up to him, and strokes his cock with the other. I hungrily part my lips and stick out my tongue, inviting him in. But I know he doesn't want to find his release at the back of my throat. I don't know if it's consideration or a preference, but he chooses to peak while looking at my face, his hot cum mixing with the warm shower water.