Teased in the shower

I have just enough time to shower and throw on a suit before I start my commute. I’ll have to take breakfast at my desk today. I walk to the bathroom nude and turn the taps, stepping in while it’s still cold and allowing the bracing spray to assist in waking me up. As the shower warms, I fill my palms with lime scented shower gel and lather it across my chest and armpits. My hands are joined by a smaller, darker pair, and I can feel the soft warmth of your tits pushing into the midpoint of my back. You are so much smaller than me, yet you yield so much power. And often, you can be less than ethical in how you use it. I have no doubt that my lateness was what prompted you to leave the bed and follow me.

I open my mouth to protest, but am only able to produce a moan as your nimble fingers pinch at my nipples and your sharp little teeth nibble at my neck. I am suddenly conscious of the hot water streaming over my cock, the jets focusing slowly on the head as it everts. Awareness of my lateness, of time, of most things but you and the water fades away.

You turn to face me. I frown at you, but I can’t bear a grudge against that cute little face, with its huge brown eyes and pouting red lips. Deceptively cute. Your parents named you Mohini, after the trickster goddess who lures the unwary to her bedroom. Were they prescient? I don’t know. You sink to your knees, and engulf my erection in that sweet little mouth. My eyes close, but I force them open to watch you, with one hand gripping my arse and the other sliding between your lips, gathering the dew from your cunt and slicking it over your clit.

Photo credit: Camil Tulcan

I feel a finger slide inside me. My cock twitches when I realise that it’s the finger you had inside yourself, lubricated by your arousal. This is another thing you love because of my initial aversion. You took great delight in corrupting me, making me into the sort of man who will beg for your attentions on my hole. I squeak as your finger reaches its mark. My orgasm feels unbearably close, but you pull your lips away from me, maintaining your attentions with the spray on my tightly clenched balls and your finger on my prostate. I grunt with frustration as my ruined orgasm tingles through me. You smirk up, licking my cum off your lips with your sharp pink tongue. I feel like an addict chasing the intensity of their first high.

Photo credit: Josh Pesavento

I glance at my watch. An hour has passed. I curse under my breath, call a taxi and prepare to inform my boss. I’ll need to think up a good excuse this time. She has begun to comment on my frequent lateness.