We got in the shower together the other day, which isn't that common for us, what with different work schedules and such. The water was hot (the way I like it), and the space was tight. It's a small shower stall and two people, well, you can't help but be on top of each other. Fucking wasn't a given, but it was a probability.
He soaped my hair and scrubbed my back. I did his. And before I knew it his fingers were in my cunt and his teeth were on my nipples and I was pressed against the wall as the water streamed over us. I stroked his hard cock. Slippery. Everything was slippery. Every so often I wiped my hand over the steamy glass so I could watch in the mirror opposite us. I started to come, and between the intensity between my thighs and the heat from the shower I felt lightheaded. I gripped him tightly and then wrapped my arms around his neck.
Gently he pushed my legs open a bit, and I lifted my right foot and braced it on the wall. In he slid, that hot, wet, hard cock pushing me open. My arms were still wrapped around his neck and his hands were on my breasts, caressing, squeezing, and pinching my nipples. Once so hard I screamed in tortured pleasure. Again I came. Again I felt weak.
Both feet on the floor. The water began to cool off slightly, but his cock was still hot and hard and pinning me to the wall. He's taller, so his cock pressed up against my clit as he fucked me and the hardest, most body-wrenching orgasm slammed me. I cried out as my body shook and began to collapse on him. My head spun and I was lost for a moment in the steamy heat of the stall.
"I was worried about you there. All that was holding you up was my cock."