The Shower Girl

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She quickly lost conscious control and it became as reflexive as Marcus's pounding. Her hands slipped loose from his neck and she drug her curled fingers through the hair on his chest, feeling the heat build, deep in her belly. Each time their bodies smacked together, she felt a shock deep inside her. It built with every hit. She slid one hand down her belly to find herself swollen. Her fingertips grazed his cock as it slid inside her. Marcus rocked his hips and mashed her hand between their pubic bones. Myquelle gave a sharp yelp as her fingers pinched her clitoris. Marcus smiled and laughed, catching his stride again.

"That's it, baby. Show me how good it is," he moaned. Myquelle curled two fingers over her clit and felt the shock double. She looked up to see Marcus's eyes narrow to slits and rubbed harder, feeling the heat grow, and his thrusts become faster and harder. Marcus felt her pussy suddenly grow tighter and hotter. Myquelle closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. In her head, everything went silent. The roar of the shower, Marcus's panting, and the smack of their bodies all faded. She could not hear herself scream and was only vaguely aware Marcus had clamped his teeth to her shoulder, feeling his cock pulse inside her. The piercing noise in his ear died away to a huffing pant with the last pulse.

Myquelle giggled and squeezed his cock one last time. Marcus flinched and fell back through the spray against the wall. The water hit Myquelle in the face as she struggled to sit up and escape the spray. Marcus laughed and turned the shower head to the side. She slid off the bench and they stood under the spray, as they had begun, letting the water run down between them.

Marcus waited to walk Myquelle to her car. He heard the women's locker room door open and she appeared, now fully dressed, with a big smile. She waited for him to say something. He looked over the gym with all the machines, with seats and benches, all at different angles.

"It's too bad this place is all windows," he said. Myquelle's smile turned into a grin.

"When it's dark in here, nobody out there can see a thing," She replied.

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Savanna7Savanna7almost 11 years ago
details and discription vs POV

I liked the vivid details they did draw me into the story but there were a few jarring point of view shifts in there that made me have to go back and reread to make sure I knew who's head I was in. Other than that I liked it.

BebeslutBebeslutover 13 years ago
Nice

Like the build-up. The prose is better than most of the prose on Lit, too.

peachmartinipeachmartiniover 13 years ago

How did I miss this? I hope you do more with these two.

theravenfoxtheravenfoxalmost 14 years ago
Great Find!

I stumbled upon your submission (ok ok...I saw the pretty blue eyes and clicked the link in your sig. Kind of a stumble :) ) I was very impressed with the story. I love the imagery and character description. The story is well written and very very hot. Thank you for the erotic entertainment.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 14 years ago

nice story; makes me curious to find my own blue eyed mister.

AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago

I'm looking forward to reading more of your writing. I am not shy to say that this one made me nice and wet. Crass? Maybe...bold, yeah...

HoosierFriendHoosierFriendover 15 years ago
Excellent

I have a lot to say (mostly positive) but no time to say it right now. Perhaps next week, in private feedback. WM/BW is, by far, my favorite genre - and, when I was younger, it was my favorite sexual (searching for a word here). While reading this brief story, memories of wonderful experiences of forty or fifty years ago came rushing back. When I met the woman I married, forty years ago, I told her that she was pretty damn good, for a white girl. She rightly took it as a complement. Bronzeage writes like someone who knows what he is talking about. If so, he is not only talented, he is also a lucky fellow.

WinterBlueAbbyWinterBlueAbbyover 15 years ago
As expected....

a wonderful story; masterfully intensifying as the words roll on. I really enjoyed this one! Thank you!

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Good read

As usual, no disappointment reading a story by bronzeage. The playfulness between these two was sweet and sexy.

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