Dead Write Ch. 06

A hushed "Oh my!" signaled Sam had noticed.

Leaving the mirror's reflective world for reality, Sherry moved to Sam, who leaned patiently against the wall. His hands looked lonely, so she placed them on her backside, where they became reacquainted with a new friend. Appearing outwardly calm, this exhibition ignited new fires of arousal within her. Her trembling hands managed to reach his face and pull him down for a wanton kiss. Her body screamed for carnal fulfillment, while her demur mind demanded a bathrobe. Feeling unsteady, she pushed away, checked the shower water temperature, and then stepped inside the curtain.

Revived by the hot spray, Sherry asked, "Sam, would you do my back?"

Fumbling sounds of activity, and an "Oww" as something was stubbed, filtered through the curtain before a naked Sam stepped in behind her. His patience must have run out, because his hands were soaped and on her back before you could say, "Mr. Bubble".

He said, "Sherry, I hope you want me to do more than just wash your back." Slippery hands reached around and traced over her nipples. "Let me get the front while I'm at it."

"Mmmm, Sam, you really know the meaning of customer service."

Cupping her breasts, he gently rolled the sensitive tips to dramatize his ability to meet and satisfy her needs.

Sherry moaned in approval, momentarily resting against his chest, as darts of pleasure flew to her clitoris. She bent slightly at the hips, and pressed back to feel his hardness against her bottom. She'd led the passion parade long enough and relished turning control over to Sam, ready to enjoy the need her flaunting created. Grinding her bottom against him, she said, "Baby, I'm putting myself in your capable hands, you do whatever's necessary."

In a low voice, he said, "You're giving me a time and material job? Mmm, with your sweet material I'm sure I can build something beautiful."

Pleasure doubled, as his soapy hands pulled her against his slippery body and fondled her breasts, while hungry lips nuzzled her neck and shoulders. She felt his dominant right hand slide down her belly and stop at the center of her pleasure to tickle her hair. The wonderful contrast between his demanding left hand and teasing right was a marvelous feat of coordination.

Sherry placed her left foot on the tub edge, opening her sex to his probing fingers. Four curious digits slid between her valley, and slowly traveled north and south. They discovered the small hill at the top of the valley and briefly rested upon it, until the restless index finger began circling the hilltop.

His lips tickled her ear as he whispered. "You're beautiful, Sherry, so soft, so smooth. I can feel you're wet, not from the shower but from my touch." The left hand moved from nipple to nipple. The right kept up the delicious motion, changing speeds to increase pleasure.

"Oh Sam", was all she could muster as the peak was coming fast.

Her legs weakened. Together they sank to the tub floor. She sat on his lap, and placed her feet up on the tub sides. His penis was a hard cylinder in the small of her back. She leaned and turned her face up to see Sam's smile.

"Cum for me, Sherry." He bent and kissed her. His middle finger penetrated as his tongue entered her mouth. His finger began to seesaw in and out. His thumb kept pressure on the clitoris. Her hips began to mirror his hand. Faster and faster they rocked, until she teetered on the brink. Grunts and moans were devoured by Sam's lips on hers. She could feel his hard-on sliding along her back. The ridge of her spine stroked him. A squeeze on her wired nipple and clitoris sent Sherry over the edge. Her mouth broke free in a scream of pleasure, as her back arched and legs lifted in orgasmic convulsion.

Sam's hands and lips continued to caress, as Sherry floated back to earth and noticed it was still raining.