Jamie Ch. 01

The toilet flushed and she left the bathroom. At least I was alone with my thoughts and imagination now. Not wanting to exit the bathroom with a raging hard-on, I decided to relieve the tension in the shower. I jerked myself imagining her mounted on top of me in a classic cowgirl position. It was my favorite position because I got to get a full view of the girl's body while her fuck-hole massaged my throbbing cock. I could see myself massaging her perfect tits, teasing the nipples. I wondered what they looked like. Were they small and pink like eraser heads, or dark and big like a tootsie roll? I imagined them as the eraser heads.

Continuing my fantasy, I imagined her bringing those wonderful breasts closer to my face and I took one into my mouth while continuing to squeeze and tease the other. Her soft moans and sighs growing more and more labored as her climax began to build. I could feel my own beginning to grow as well. Soon I was blasting jet after jet of cum onto the tub floor. I made sure it all washed down the drain so she wouldn't accidentally step in it when she showered later.

I finished up in the shower and then dried myself, being careful around my manhood since it was still a little sensitive at the tip. Then I got dressed and left the bathroom, bag in hand. Jaime was reclined in a pair of small gym shorts and an over-sized T-shirt, watching TV as she waited for the pizza to arrive. I couldn't believe I was on this trip with such a beautiful woman.

"Did you enjoy your shower?" she asked. Did she know what I'd done in there?

"Yeah, it felt great."

"I bet," she said, almost as if she did know. Had she stuck around longer than I thought? Did she somehow get a peak of me masturbating? Did she know I had been imagining her as I did? Fear gripped me, but she didn't say anything else. She barely made eye-contact with me, but she seemed to be hiding a smile. She was definitely hiding something from me. The question was, how would I get it out of her?