After more than a year, Boy Toy and I still almost always shower together when I’m there. I absolutely have to wash before I can properly start my day, and we love to share this intimate moment.

The shower is small, it’s one of those shower only types with no bath, and ideally, there should only be one person in there. We have to take turns under the water. We’ve mastered this little choreography so well, it’s become a tag-team affair.

We start fairly innocently: after all, we’re in there to wash, there’s work to be done. But naked skin under running water… We’re talking trouble. There’s definitely something to be said about hot, steamy water and naked bodies. 

Shower sex is a favorite of ours, despite how challenging it can be. I remember this one time in particular, but it could be dozens of other times. We’re halfway through the shower, practically done washing, and I decide to experiment. I reach out and wrap one hand around his balls and penis. I mean, they’re right there, how could I not touch them? 

It’s a firm grab. So firm, he can’t pull back. I look him in the eye with a confident smirk, silently challenging him to pull free.

“You’re kinda fucked, no?”

He blushes. I can tell he’s getting aroused by both my touch, and his predicament. By this little demonstration of control.

I hold on to him for quite a while. Just to show him. When I finally let go, he’s quite hard. I trail my fingers up on his naked, wet, soapy skin, on his belly, past his nipples, until my hands are clasped behind his neck, and now on the tip of my toes, I kiss him. A demanding, passionate kiss.

He reaches down, starts stroking my clit. I moan into the kiss and I reach down as well, to play with that which is mine. Now we’re frantic, there’s just not enough touching, feeling, rubbing, stroking, scratching…

I turn around, my back to him. Have I mentioned that it’s a small shower? I’m crushed in the corner, one arm up and against the wall, my forehead resting on that arm and the other hand flat against the other wall, so as to keep my balance. I have to stand on the tip of my toes and he has to crouch slightly. He’s tall. But it doesn’t matter, all we want is him inside of me.

Once we’re actually fucking, it doesn’t last long at all, we’re so worked up. He reaches around me and fingers my clitoris. I’m pinned in the corner, enjoying the sensations and not able to do much more than that… It’s hot and steamy, wet slippery skin against wet slippery skin. When he comes, it pushes me over the edge and we climax together, grinding against each other with the force of our need.

The intensity of it, coupled with the hot, hot steam, makes me feel dizzy. My legs are shaky, I’m barely able to stand anymore. Neither is he. We finish washing, rinse and get out of the shower. Now we can get on with our day.