Sounds Good Ch. 04: The Librarian

"We're in the shower together." Diane finally broke the silence.

"We are." Peter wasn't sure what to say, he wanted her to take the lead.

"I didn't think this would ever happen. It shouldn't happen." She paused, creasing her brow. She didn't want Peter to get the wrong idea. They were business partners, first and foremost, not some lovers who bathe together.

"Do you want this?" Peter treaded carefully.

"I... I want this." Diane gestured to his cock, still in her hand, still a mess from earlier. "This is still, well, as close to professional as it can be. Don't get any ideas."

"Right." Peter nodded, though he knew that neither of them were fully convinced.

"We might not be in character, but this can still be called practice for a future recording session." Diane reasoned aloud. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Diane dropped Peter's cock for a moment to reach for a bottle of body wash. She squeezed a dollop into her hand, and worked it into a lather before wrapping both hands around Peter's shaft and beginning to massage slowly. She quickly found a rhythm, and Peter let out a groan while Diane bit her lip in concentration. As she stroked his cock, the body wash worked to wash away the slick mess that coated it, and in a matter of moments his cock was clean, but Diane had no intention of stopping.

As the water rained over their bodies, Peter managed to pull his eyes away from Diane's delicate fingers working a lather around his cock to notice the water running off her shoulders, cascading over her large breasts. He noticed she was breathing slowly, her breasts barely moving with each inhale. In a moment of confidence, Peter leaned in and took her right breast in his mouth, something Diane welcomed with a pleased moan and a tighter squeeze around his cock. She moved one hand from his shaft to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her bosom. With only one hand on his shaft, she teased the tip, massaging his cockhead softly, eliciting another groan from Peter.

"Oh, yes, honey, just like that." Diane pressed Peter's face against her cleavage, and he palmed at her other tit with a free hand while still teasing the nipple in his mouth. His hand made its way from her breast down her wet body, resting on her hip, before Peter boldly pushed her up against the cool tile wall. Diane yelped in surprise, but didn't stop stroking his cock and pressing his face into her tits. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hand slide from her hip to her crotch. His thumb brushed over her clit before two fingers slipped inside her, and she bucked against his hand, hard.

"You're so wet" Peter whispered.

"It's the shower," Diane tried to sound in control.

"No it's not." He called her bluff.

"I know," she barely whimpered, practically melting as he fingered her, pressing all the right buttons. Her fingers fell from his cock, which bobbed freely as her hand worked to stabilize her trembling body as Peter dropped to his knees in front of Diane and buried his tongue into her swollen, warm pussy. She thrust into his face, and he buried his tongue deeper and deeper, giving kiss after kiss to her lips. She was close enough as is, but Diane was sent over the edge when he began playing with her clit as he went.

"I'm gonna — I'm cumming!" She screamed as an orgasm rocked through her body so hard she almost slipped on the wet shower floor. A wave of pleasure emanated from her pussy, which Peter tasted as her fluids left a distinct sweetness in her mouth. Diane was practically panting when Peter rose to his feet, wiping fluids from his chin.

"I..." Diane could barely speak a full sentence.

"What do you want?" Peter asked.

"I... I want this." Diane regained her strength as she reached out and grasped Peter's still-hard cock. She reached her other hand out and took a handful of his large, heavy balls, pulling Peter in towards her. "I want this. Right now."

Peter didn't hesitate, and followed Diane's lead as she turned away from him. Diane guided his cock as he pushed into her from behind, pushing further and further, all the way into her until his chest was pressed against her back, and Diane was practically purring. As he pulled away, the sensation again elicited a slow purr from Diane, which was quickly replaced by short moans as Peter began to pick up his pace and found a rhythm fucking her from behind. As he plowed into her folds, she clenched around him, upping the sensation for Peter, who couldn't help but groan in delight as he thrust into his mature neighbor.

"Oh, yeah, keep going. Keep going. You feel so good!" Diane was overcome with pleasure as Peter fucked her. His thick cock was filling her up, and she could feel his balls slapping against her ass. Maybe she was just imagining it, but they felt so full and so heavy, and she knew that he had another big load coming.

On the other end, Peter grabbed Diane's hips as he thrust into her, pushing into her velvety folds, slick with her own cum. As he buried himself deeper and deeper into her, he could feel her grinding into him. He pumped harder and harder, pushing her up against the glass door of the shower. As water poured down on them, Peter watched the reflection in the mirror in front of them, as Diane's big tits pressed up against the glass, making them look even bigger. With every thrust, the glass door shook, and Diane's weakly pressed her palm against it, making a handprint in the steam. She pushed herself back from the glass, and Peter was thrilled to see he got an amazing view of Diane's swaying tits as she bounced back and forth on his cock. He could barely control himself as he reached around and grabbed at her ample breasts. They were so soft and heavy in his hand, and he could barely palm at one, but he used the leverage to pull Diane in closer as he thrust into her.

"I think I'm gonna cum." Peter grunted as he fucked Diane.

"So am I," Diane replied, practically a yelp as she felt her body seize up. "Oh my god, I love how you fuck me with your fat cock!" Diane shouted as she came. Her body racked with one of the most powerful orgasms of her life as her young neighbor plowed into her dripping pussy, fondling her tits as he went. At the same time, Peter couldn't hold back any longer as he felt Diane cumming on his cock. He let out a groan as he broke rhythm to push one long thrust, blasting hot cum into her. He thrust deeper into her with each consecutive cumshot, and Diane ground against him, encouraging him to push deeper. With one final, shared moan, Peter plowed into Diane with the last bit of his strength, cumming so hard that his cock spilled out from her quivering pussy, dripping cum along the wet shower floor.

The two were breathing hard, and Diane leaned against the glass door to stay on her feet. Peter could barely stand after such a strong orgasm, and was unable to stop himself from collapsing into Diane, pressed against her back as they both leaned against the glass. Their hot, panting breath would have fogged up the glass if it hadn't already been so steamy in there.

After a few moments, they had both started to catch their breath. Diane turned to face Peter, situating herself between his body and the glass, her heaving breasts pushed against his torso. She reached around him and turned the water off. They stood there in silence.

"I bet my water bill is going to be a big higher this month." Diane joked. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, which made Peter laugh, too.

"Well," She continued, looking up at him. She then surprised both Peter and herself by leaning up and kissing him quickly on the cheek. "I've got some errands to run, let's get you home."

With that, Diane opened the glass door and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself up with a towel. She tossed another towel to Peter, who caught it, still in a bit of a tired haze. He was spent, literally, and he agreed with Diane's suggestion for him to go home. The sun was still out, but after cumming so hard twice, back to back, he needed to rest. He lazily toweled off, and the two went downstairs to get dressed again, putting on their clothes from earlier, though Diane chose to skip her cum-stained bra. As they walked out the front door together, Diane headed for her car in the driveway, and Peter for his front door across their shared yard. Diane drove away as Peter closed his door behind him, and collapsed onto the couch, still trying to catch his breath.