We like to shower together. I can’t pinpoint when it started, but somewhere along the way we started sharing showers. Mostly on weekends and when our schedules matched. It got so habitual that we even shared the tiny shower in my uncle’s New York apartment when we were there.
It’s not too easy a task depending on how large the shower is. We’re both quite tall and only one of us will fit under the spray at a time. We take turns getting wet, washing and rinsing. But all the negotiation is worth it for the press of your skin under the spray. I like to place my fingers at the base of your neck, stroking your skin as the spray falls on us both.
Sometimes we do more than just wash. Then I stand on my tiptoes as our tongues tangle, spray cascading over us as your hands delve below. Or the shock of the cold glass against my breasts as you press me to the shower wall, cock inside me, water mingling with sweat as I moan my appreciation.
I like showering with you.
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