Lap dance II

“We’re not going to fit.”
“I know, it’s a small shower but you’ll see.”

She turns on the hot water as they undress
he steps in first, back almost brushing the shower handles
she steps in second, chest pressed against the cold wall
she begins swaying her hips in a circle
her bottom pressing into him
on each
rotation
his enjoyment growing
with each sensuous sensation
she turns to face him
with her fingertips she leads his eyes
up and down her body
collarbone
chest
waist
hips
with her hands above her head
she slides down the wall
her knees wide open
in a squat
her mouth to his midsection
as she wraps her arms behind him
and pulls him closer
he feels her lips parting and her tongue massaging
she stands again
legs straight
butt sliding over his leg
until she’s upright
facing the wall
sandwiched into the corner
one breast touching each side
she presses back into him
the perfect fit
he finds himself between her cheeks
she begins to tilt her pelvis in and out
slipping between until he feels his tip reach her bud
hot water pouring over them
he takes her by the hips
and guides himself in
she moans and rocks
she drops one hand between her legs
and presses into her clit
he continues to hold her hips
his pace quickens and his breath is raspy
she feels him explode inside her
his climax sends her over the cliff
together they share that moment
of intimacy lust and connection

she turns and grabs the shampoo.
“I told you we’d fit.”