The shower

It's been a while friends, had some personal stuff really get in the way. The good news is, I've been writing and have a few things to share. Here is a short one.

The shower

In the background, I hear the shower turn off. The sound of water pouring out of shower head diminishes to a few intermittent drips followed by the rasping sound of a curtain drawing back.

The rustling of a towel, a faucet running intermittently.

My subconscious processes the activities around the corner without my attention.  I'm far too engrossed in my book, lost in my own imagination.

A short time later a door opens.  The smell of humidity and soap rolls down the hallway to my perch on our bed.  Head down, scanning line after line I hear footsteps coming toward the bedroom.  The footsteps stop and I eventually notice a change in the light. 

Looking up I see my wife standing in front of me.  Turned away yet standing very close, she is looking over her shoulder wearing a patient smile, and nothing else. 

My wife is beautiful.  5'8" athletic, smooth skin, gorgeous blond hair, and incredible pale blue eyes.  And yet much of this is lost on me at the moment.  Instead, I am captivated by what is immediately in front of me, something that can be describe as nothing less than a perfectly shaped rear.

Without hesitation I lean forward, pressing my lips to one cheek of my wife's beautiful rear.  I hear an exhalation above me, as though my wayward kiss prompted a sense of relaxation for the woman I love. 

One kiss follows another and another, progressively wetter and less refined at each iteration.  With each passing kiss she subtly and slowly juts her hips toward me, whether intentional or not I can not say nor do I care. Eventually I abandon the pretense of kissing altogether, drawing my tongue from the bottom to the top of each delicious globe.  My world is soft, smooth, wet.  Although I feel the pressure building in my hardening cock, my attention is riveted to the object of my affection.

My wife's legs spread wider as she leans forward and away from me in earnest. Her left hand braces against our dresser.  Her head down, eyes closed, right hand slowly moving to between her legs.

My licks and kisses begin to develop purpose.  Slowly, with each passing swipe of my tongue I move inward toward the divide between my wife's beautiful cheeks.

Her body begins to vibrate slightly as she starts to rub herself in tight, controlled circles.  I hear her gasp as my tongue reaches its first destination, the delicate channel at the top of her rear.  I tease her sensitive skin, flattening my tongue first and then bringing it to a point.  A light touch followed by a heavy, wet stroke; moving my head back every so often to blow a cool breath of air followed by a warm mouth.

Slowly, inevitably I work my way lower.  Each lick taking me closer to my goal.  I take my time, trying to match my wife's level of arousal as her jilling increases in tempo.

A moan snaps me back to reality.  I made it.  The first whisper of a touch between my roving tongue and my wife's anus is all that is needed to elicit an audible reaction. The same number of nerve endings as a woman's clitoris or a male's glans, and its all mine.

In glancing circles at first followed by wide, flattened swipes, I begin to stimulate her in earnest.

I love it, hands on her hips, my face buried in her ass my world becomes very simple.  I see nothing, I hear nothing, my only thought is the steady rhythm between my tongue and her ass.

The vibrations of her body increase.  I can feel the change in tempo.  Faster. Much faster.  My tongue responds, matching her pace.  Flicking, darting, licking.  Her hand must be a blur between her legs as my warm, wet world begins to shake. 

A gasp, then a moan, and finally silence.  

Slowly I lift my head from my wife's perfect rear.  My face wet, covered from my own explorations.  My neck hurts and we both are breathing hard.  I lay back on the bed to ease the tension in my shoulders from crouching over for so long.

Eyes closed, I feel her fingers brush my lips.  After a moment, they glide into my mouth and across my tongue. I suck them clean, savoring the flavor until they slide out.  A few moments later the fingers return, renewed with my wife's taste.  Twice more she feeds me the spoils of her orgasm that we both worked so hard to commit. Each time I suck and lick, an expression of contentment on my face.

Finally, regrettably, the fingers are gone.

I lay on the bed, eyes closed, all thoughts of my book forgotten as I drift on.

In the background, I hear the shower turn on.