Shower Sec Novels & Stories

The confusion and fear from last night had morphed into a pure, physical craving. I took the detachable shower head, turned the pressure to a sharp pulse, and leaned against the tiles. I aimed the stream directly at my clit. The sensation was intense, almost too much. I circled my fingers around the hard nub, matching the rhythm of the pulsing water. It took less than a minute. My knees buckled as a sharp, cleansing orgasm ripped through me, my cry muffled by the sound of the shower. I came hard, water and my own release swirling down the drain.

I did a quick sweep of the vanity with my eyes and closed every compartment I had opened in search of the paste. I walked to the shower and opened the glass door. I walked in and moved to the built in floor to ceiling cabinet, they held different bath products, my skin care, conditioners and shampoo. The frameless glass door had closed behind me, leaving Min outside the shower to stare at our luxurious shower, it had white marble tiles and a bench for convenience. "Are you not going to help me search?" I asked Min as I went through each shelf, I was doing a quick sweep wit my eyes because I didn't want to misplace anything and come back to arrange it.

I waited for some seconds before following him. We drove to the said location and it was a company that produces Beverages. "Are you kidding me?" Josh said. "If he is a secret agent, it's possible this is their base. Secret being the key word" I said as I unlocked the car and got down. Josh did the same thing. We entered the company. The security stopped us. "I'm sorry, you can't go in" he said. "I can't go in? It's really urgent. There's someone I want to see. A life depends on it" I said

It needed to be washed away. Turning on the shower to full, I stood under the hot jets of water and, like crazy, began to lather. It seemed to me that I heard steps, and the beating of the heart, reacting with lightning speed to this, began to measure seconds. Six seconds. Five seconds. Four seconds. Three seconds. Two seconds. One... - Kira!

The water pooled and swirled across the tiles, inviting her to step into the warmth. Liliana realizes Eamon must have slipped away to warm up the shower. Her gaze drifts to the built-in bench along the long wall of the shower. It was a practical touch, yet somehow elegant, the smooth stone surface offering a place to rest or something more. Its edges were widely curved and above a short safety bar ran parallel to the floor. The combination of steam, and heat enveloped her, making her feel both cocooned and exposed in a tantalizing way. The shower was more than just a place to cleanse; it could be a sanctuary.

"I'm a sweaty mess. This bathroom has an epic shower, and if you don't mind, I'll go first." Dad left the door open. I heard the shower start. I looked out the window at the city skyline and then the open bathroom door. It was just the two of us. I exhaled and walked into the bathroom. The shower was epic--six feet long and four wide, all tile. There is no door or curtain, just a three-quarter wall. Dad stood under the rainfall shower head, his back to me. My hands shook as I stepped up behind him, slipping my arms around his waist.

Amber I love the strong, confident way Hunter’s cock slides out of my pussy; its sheer size grazing my clit as it moves out, its throbbing veins rubbing my inner labia a little more for a fraction of second—. Before he slammed right back in. The sex connoisseur was right: shower sex is the way to start the day. My loud, hard moaning was still ringing in my ears as I slipped back into my oversized Tee and cargo pants—oh yes, my panties. I fetched them from the floor—.

After he finished, he left and closed the door behind him. I turned on the shower and let it warm up as I used the toilet. When I was done, I stripped and stepped in. I was in heaven. I could stay here for years. The shower was huge, with four showerheads on the ceiling. On opposite walls were four vertical showerheads, and on the back wall, there were four sets of four vertical showerheads. I was getting cleaned from every angle, and I was living for it. It was obvious this was meant to hold myself and all four of my mates.

, She smiled as saying, "That'd be great." She stood, noticing the bathroom within. There were two double vainities and an average toilet beside a small closet. Then there was the shower, there was no tub, but a large stand-up shower with an entire glass front. The shower was tiled with a standard shower head, along with a rainfall head mounted in the ceiling. In the back, was a bench that was not only wide enough for your feet, but also to sit on, giving the shower an almost spa-like atmosphere.