My Fantasy
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Helping a girl friend move after a failed relation is always a stressful time but she was your girl friend, most likely your best friend. Keeping all of your comments to yourself about her last venture into the realm of couple hood was becoming a usual pass time. The last of the boxes finally in her new apartment and you glance around looking at all of work still lying ahead and we’ve been at this all day. It’s not going to go anywhere how about a break better yet call it a day your suggestion is met with the sound of her collapsing into a heap against a pile of garbage bags filled with her clothing. Sounds like a plan to me. Here’s an idea. Why don’t we get cleaned up and go out for something to eat? The idea of eating had occurred to you, but the thought of going out mortified you and not a chance. I am sweaty and look horrible plus I have nothing to wear. It will take way too long to get cleaned up. Plus all the effort of trying to make myself look good so I can be seen in public too much work you argument is countered by and I am buying the drinks and not getting carry out, after today I want someone to wait on me. The conversation is cut short by the phrase, that’s my only offer bitch, it’s that or starves. She still reclines in the pile of garbage bags filled with clothing. Now that that is settled, go grab a shower. You can pick something out of my clothes to wear. If you hurry we can be having drink within the hour prying yourself off of the floor, you wander through the maze of clutter and disarray. Reaching the bathroom you, you look at the few boxes setting inside, you open on to find the soaps and brushes and other toiletry items. Turning to the other box, marked towels, you pull a washcloth and bath towel from within an older apartment having no bath, but a huge ceramic tile shower. Hastily spray down the shower with cleaner before turning on the water full blast. Great, no fresh underwear, I hate this bitch for making me do this. You undress and step into the shower. The hot water pelting your skin feels amazing. The stem sooths and released tension and makes the soreness from the day’s activities start to melt away. Lathering up your body, it dawns on you that you forgot the shampoo. Shit! What the reply from just outside the bathroom. I forgot the shampoo. No problem, I’ll hand it to you. She came to the shower naked and handed me the shampoo. The bottle was wet and slipped out of your grasp bouncing on the tile floor of the shower. She leaned into the stream of soapy flow falling off my body picking up the bottle as she was starting to come up and she moved closer to me. We’re friends so I thought no big deal and she stood there, staring at my nakedness, not looking into my eyes, not saying a word then everything seems to take on a inconceivably slow motion. She stepped into the shower blocking the flow from the shower head. She reached out and touched my breast gently kneading and massaging, slowly and tenuously running her right thumb across and around my left nipple. Tracing the aureole and as it slowly moved in diminishingly circles. I could not tell you what I was thinking at that moment, there was a separation of mind and body or maybe it was just my body ruling my mind. I can tell you, I watched her hands small, soft, delicate and gentle so different from the touch of a man. My body was wet and sudsy and the running of her thumb in slow circles was erotic. Her mouth made its way to one of my twins. Her lips barely touching me, teasing me and I felt tingle down below. I was in the shower, naked with another woman; it was sinfully sexual, yet sensual and erotic. I was aroused, curious, amused and intrigued. I felt shameful, it felt good, but it was what it was. I watched as she made her way from my breasts down the centre of my chest to my belly button. I couldn’t help but wonder and how far would she go? How far would I let her go and I smiled to myself it was just too crazy to even go there and her tongue slipped into my belly button, probing it. It recedes followed by an immediate kiss and the tingling grew in my core radiating out to every nerve ending in my body and her hands had glided down my body and now rest on my hips. Her touch was gentle, electric, attentive, curious, and patient and filled with a loving tenderness. My lips parted as breathing through my nose was no longer sufficient to sustain my needs. The slight echo’s of my gasp now escaping from between my lips. My body still refused to respond. That was a lie. My body was responding. It was in a state of complete arousal. My nipples hardening becoming more and more erred with every drop of water pounding them. The water collecting into streams rolling over my breast. Down my stomach, transforming into rivers, coming into one massive torrent flowing across my pelvic core before splitting into ragging tributaries flowing down the inside of my thighs. My eyes not knowing where or what to focus on, darting from the wails of the shower, then to the shower opening, then finally down at her. Hair relieved of all it body and curls slicked down from the water now flowing over her head and body. The feeling of her touch, lick and kiss continued to call to and feed my building desires. Her hands now caressed my ass, now slick with the soap not washed away. She cradled my cheeks and guided herself in and I was going to allow this and it seem so wrong, so decadent, so right. Her nose made contact with me below my belly button, it drew slowly down as I felt her tongue, make contact with my lips. She slides her tongue down one and back up to repeat on the other. My body betray me, now the gasps exploded from my mouth. I hear a moan of pleasure or was it hunger, don’t know, never been in this position with a woman before, let alone my female friend. The exploring of her tongue ceased as now she squeezed my ass cheeks plunging he tongue into me. Another moan, now of satisfaction and hunger come as she gets to taste my juices. The warmth and relaxing of the shower followed by the other stimulations, I had failed to notice they had started to flow. Yes escapes from my lips as she feeds on me. My hands now rest on either side of her head, cradling it, following the rocking and nods as she feeds. The girl has skills, not attacking or slobbering over me, she was able to coax my juices into full production between subtle probing and deep Thrusting gestures in a rhythmic routine then slowing only to lap them up before teasing my clit and then returning to the routine. My knees begin to buckle, being brought so close to the edge, just before she broke to lap up the efforts of her labor. On the third completion of this maddening and wonderful voyage I shattered, my knees gave from beneath me. I expected to crash in a heap ruining the rendezvous with ecstasy. I did not crash, she had anticipated this. I slide down being guided into her embrace, sitting there on the shower floor. Still starry eyed and weak kneed and she caught me, our body entwined, her bare breast rubbing against mine. Our eyes meet for the first time since this had begun that far off look as if a child, begging, pleading with their eyes, for acceptance. My right hand which was resting on her left shoulder, found its way to rest on her cheek then it guided her and pulling her in and we kissed. The fullness of her lips against mine, soft, urgent who am I kidding. It was fucking Hot! Her tongue now pressing between my lips, demanding entry, I relinquished, surrendered and accepted. I tasted myself on her tongue, she was sharing this with me, and I greedy accepted and our tongues wrestled, sharing, savouring the taste of me. We stayed on the floor of the shower until the hot water was exhausted so should I continue?