Hot and Steamy Shower For Two

I waved to my roommate who had just walked into our shared flat looking like a drowned rat.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” I snickered at Max’s tired expression. “Partying too much?”

“You know very well there is no such thing as partying too much, Lily,” he grinned at me. “But next time I should remember my umbrella. I’m going to shower and then to sleep.”

That perked me right up from my lazy sprawl on the sofa.

“Oh no, you don’t! It’s my turn to take a warm shower,” I sprang to my feet and growled at my roommate.

The shower and the hot water lasting for only a short time was our personal seventh circle of hell. It was still better than staying in our previous student accommodation, but legendary battles were fought over the hot water and we finally came to an agreement. Since then, we switched the privilege of the first morning or evening shower between us every other day.

“Oh, c’mon, Lily, have mercy on me,” Max groaned.

“That won’t work on me,” I shot back and went to the bathroom, dead-set on claiming my territory.

“You are so cold to me. But you will be hot soon,” Max sighed dreamily and followed after me like a puppy while I took my shirt off.

I kicked down my pants and turned around clad only in my bra and panties, my hands on my hips.

“What? Are you going to stare as I get naked? Maybe climb in the shower with me too?” I said sarcastically.

If Max was a dog his ears would have perked up. Seeing his expression, my eyes widened.

“No. Nope. Nada!” I shot his idea down before he could articulate it.

“But I’m so cold,” Max whined miserably. “We could shower together! Only this once. Please?”

My resolve wavered a bit as I noticed him shivering. If he caught a cold now he would either spread it to me or I would have to play nurse to his sick ass.

“Fine,” I conceded begrudgingly. “But only this once!”

I got my underwear off quickly and Max shed his wet clothes as well. It wasn’t the first time we had seen each other naked. Sharing a space together made us rather desensitized to the sight of each other; but I had to admit, as I glanced at his bare body, that he looked quite… fine, this evening. His toned stomach and wide shoulders were fully on display as we squeezed ourselves together into the small shower stall.

When droplets of water started running down his muscles I realized I was in trouble.

Shit. Why was it now of all times that I had to get horny for him? And as I had a companion in the shower I couldn’t even get myself off with my hand or press the shower head to my pussy, letting the high-pressure water stream hit me just right.

“I will wash your back!” Max suddenly declared and I was turned around before I could protest, his hands spreading foam over my back.

I flushed and tried not to squirm. The soft touch of his fingers was an unintended temptation. I looked forward and behind the slowly steaming glass wall of the shower I could see the mirror on the wall. And in the mirror…

Oh, so that was why Max wanted me to turn around. Well, it seemed I wasn’t the only one finding this scenario unexpectedly hot.

I pressed back against him, my ass brushing against his erection.

Max sucked in a breath.

“Ah, sorry, Lily, sorry!” he stammered.

“Don’t be,” I said, a smile spreading my lips. “I wonder if it’s men who are at a disadvantage as their desire shows so plainly… or if it’s women because they have to ask to get what they want?”

I put my hands on the shower wall, arching my spine and putting my ass on display in an invitation.

Max’s hands settled on my hips and he leaned over me.

“You know, you didn’t actually ask,” he said straight into my ear.

I rolled my eyes and began in a haughty tone, “Dear Sir, alas it has come to my attention that your services shall be required to satiate the needs of one Lily Amarois. Therefore, I’m sending you this engraved invitation to fuck her silly.”

“That still wasn’t a question,” Max said, but his fingers tightened on my hips before his right hand went to my pussy. “But I find I don’t care.”

With that he plunged two fingers into my pussy.

My body lurched against the sudden invasion, first making me go on my toes and then fall down onto the pressing fingers to take them even deeper, ride them, make them scratch that itch deep inside of me.

I gasped, my fingers sliding against the wet transparent wall in front of me.

Max pumped his fingers in me luxuriously slowly, enjoying the clench of my tight cunt around them and the discovery that I was wet not only outside but inside as well.

“Hurry up!” I called out to him. “We don’t have time to waste!”

“Hmm, a pity you are right. I would enjoy savoring you. But as it is…”

His fingers left my pussy with a wet squelch and were replaced by his hard cock, the bulbous head pushing inside of me, opening me for him as I fought to stay in position in the slippery shower. A job made much harder by how much my legs shook.

“Fuck!” I swore as he settled deep inside of me.

The pressure against my walls was delicious and my pussy pulsed around the fat length like it wanted to keep Max there forever, servicing me, fucking me, making me moan and whimper.

His wandering hands found my breasts and he rolled them in his big palms, spreading the remainder of the soap all over, gliding over my skin in a slick torment of not enough pressure. I keened when he pinched my nipple and I rolled my hips back onto his cock, needing it deeper, harder, more—

I nearly slipped on the treacherous tiles of the shower but Max’s hands caught me in time. He pushed me against the wall, sandwiching me between his strong body and the transparent, wet, fogged-up glass. My body pressed into it, my boobs sliding over the cold surface with every movement, making my nipples harden even more at the dual sensation of the hot water cascading around us contrasted with the coldness against my skin. Max’s arms, legs, his whole body kept me caged, kept me secure as he fucked me with ferocity, his cock slamming into me while I squirmed, not really trying to get away but enjoying the pressure all around me.

My whimpers and cries echoed in the shower cabin, complemented by Max’s quieter but no less passionate grunts and moans. He ran his tongue over my neck, scooping the water droplets there, drinking me in. He didn’t feel cold anymore. No; his body was like a furnace against mine and his dick in me was like a point of heat to which all of my thoughts went, my mind utterly focused on getting rammed with his cock. My pussy clenched around him as my sight nearly whited out when sparks of pleasure exploded behind my eyes. I clawed at the shower wall in front of me as my body shook and Max fucked me through my orgasm before he found completion inside me with a few frantic pumps of his hips.

We were joined together in bliss. Floating in the aftershocks of desire, enjoying the sensation—

Then cold water fell on us and I yelped.

I cursed vehemently under my breath. We’d used all the water and I was even dirtier now than when I started to shower!

“It’s all your fault!” I scowled at Max without much heat.

“It is. But don’t worry…” he leaned forward and kissed me like a dirty promise, his eyes holding enough heat to make me feel hot once more. “I will make it up to you.”

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