Hot steamy shower

Single life has its advantages, some of them not so obvious but there none the less. Like not having to share your dressing table with anyone, sleeping like an X if it suited you and some others I won’t care to mention. Anyway this weekend I woke up with laziness that comes from good loving and enough sleep but unfortunately I had only had one half of that fabulous combination; good sleep. Drowsily I slipped into a light dress and headed to the shower. I had a pile of laundry to do and I was wondering how to go about it. As I sorted my clothes in auto mode, my mind kept drifting back to my ex and the simple pleasures we used to enjoy, the Saturday mornings of cartoons and slow lovemaking, playful lunch dates and long nights of hot steamy sex after missing each other over the week. I have never met a man who was so anxious to please me like Jerry was. Unlike most men who are put off by suggestions in bed, Jerry had an almost childlike enthusiasm in following suit. I found my self smiling with the memory of the sizzling make outs we had in the bathroom. For example on this particular Friday I had gone over for a weekend but we ended up working till late and by the time we went home we were so tired and cranky. In fact this was the perfect recipe for no sex. On reaching home, we went through our usual routines of getting undressed and then deciding on what to eat…but in addition to that was the impending shower. ‘Baby let’s go and take a shower’, Jerry told me. Not thinking much of the suggestion, I got naked and went into the shower. It started out innocently enough with us scrubbing each other to remove the grime. `Turn round and I do you back’, he said which I did. Slowly he scrubbed my back as foamy soap trickled down my body. He turned me round and treated my boobs to the same tender loving care. It was so softly erotic I became turned on immediately. His tool which was previously deflated had risen to the occasion. Without saying a word he brought me closer to him and slipped into me. It was so deliciously sweet I remember holding myself against the slippery wall in ecstasy.  I clawed at the slippery wall until I had to clutch his back so tightly more to stop myself from falling but ended get the humping of my life! Just as suddenly as it started it ended. This was the kind of shagging that came from people with pent up emotions. Pity it didn’t work out but its one moment I will always remember.