Shower Thoughts Guy Novels & Stories

I ask Gabe suddenly splutters “You mean the shower, don’t you?” he starts laughing as he messes with the dials of the shower. I suddenly realised what he was implying. “You being dirty-minded, Guapo?” I shove him just as the water comes out of the shower head, meaning he is pushed under the stream of water. Making me laugh even more. “I can’t help it, it is just how my mind works, you must have been thinking the same to know what I was thinking, so you are not so innocent, my little Chica, eh?” he winks, as he shakes the water off his face and all over me.

"I'll bring your clothes up and put them on the side for you." He turns, walking out, stepping into the shower, just standing, my mind clearing of all the thoughts as the water runs down my body. It feels so relaxing, my mind empty, then images of Sean and downstairs come back, mixing with the shower, my mind showing me what could have been happening right now had I agreed to shower with him. I can't believe I just fucked a guy I basically don't know in his kitchen. What the hell is it with kitchens? Is that a me thing or a him thing?

“Well,” he smirked to himself. “I won’t be going to work. No need to wear a suit every day.” It was a diabolical plan. But if he was ever going to be with Audrey again, he had to start somewhere. He stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of the water cascading around him. It ran all over his body, and he couldn’t help but think it should be Audrey’s hands all over him instead. He imagined her in the shower with him, her nails dragging down his back as he pressed his body into hers.

All of a sudden, the idea of a shower seemed like the best he could possibly do, not after the horrid day at the office. Considering the day he'd just had, he couldn't bring himself to believe his eyes, maybe he was still hallucinating because he misses her. He stepped into the shower, and as the water ran down his spine, he let out a sigh of relief. He felt as though the water was rinsing out his mind, because his mind was gradually being emptied of thoughts. Just then, the door to the shower slid open, and there stood Sharon staring right at him. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't she get off my mind' He thought to himself, still not believing his wife was one standing by the door tied in h

"I just finished taking my shower, how about you?" "Hmm, baby, you could have called me to come do that myself," he groaned over the phone. I bit down on my bottom lip as the memory of last night came rushing back to me. I pressed my legs together, I could feel wetness forming on my pussy, this man never ceases to turn me on any time, just hearing him talk about bathing me is filling my mind with him bending me over in the shower and fucking the hell out of me. "Baby, are you there?" His voice snapped me out of my dirty thoughts.

However, Thoughts hand comes out, gripping my wet wrist tightly, leading back into the shower as he opens the door widely. It hits me in that moment, that I’m not embarrassed that my mate is seeing me naked right now. He doesn’t look at my body, but instead my eyes, trying to read my expression. He is here through my mind right now, not in person. Yet my body reacts to the sight of him all the same. “What are you doing here?” I breathe, leaning my back against the shower wall. Thought leans across, hand behind me, before turning the water on himself. I flinch, as he grins. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your shower.”

Goosebumps prick my entire skin, and I rub my thighs together as more thoughts flow in like torrents. His warm breaths. His strong arms. The way he played with my nipple….. God! Quickly, I increase the rushing tempo of the shower water raining down on my head and body to drown out the dirty thoughts, despite how tempting they wanted me to dwell on them. I hurry up in the shower, and when I am done, I towel dry my hair and body before stepping out, sliding the shower door close. I wrap the big towel around me before getting back fully into my bedroom.

The cold water running down my body is helping as long as I stop thinking about her naked. If I was at my apartment I would simply relieve myself of the pressure in the shower. I heard a tapping on the bathroom door. Beth I heard the shower going in my bathroom, I really need to pee and take a shower myself. I guess he is in my shower shit he must have heard me or he just likes to be clean. I hope he just likes to be clean and doesn't hear me. I don't even know when he got in or if I was loud enough for him to hear with the water running.

If I'd said anything else in that moment, it wouldn't have been something appropriate. Upon entering the shower, my hands fist my cock as I begin to stroke at the thought of Sloane, her smiles, her hair, her smell, her tits, her ass, her pussy. It doesn't take long before I orgasm, my come juts out, hitting the wall of the shower. I need to get a fucking grip before I start blacking out to the thought of her all day. ---------------------------------

Nothing a few jokes wouldn't help. I realized that I hadn't had my shower since the sex we had in the dining, and I really did need to clear myself up. "I'm about to go shower. Please stay here. I will be right back," I said, gesturing with my hands. She only let out a little giggle before I went away. In the shower I thought about a lot while being drizzled by water. A lot. My mind drifted from Lessia to Maddox, and then in a while, it extended towards William.