Steamy Affair
written by:
Judy Sky

Steam from the shower filled the entire bathroom. It was almost hot enough to sear my lungs when I stepped through the bathroom door and quickly closed it behind me. The sharp heat prickled my skin as my clothing fell to the floor piece by piece, then quietly opened the door to the large tiled shower.

More steam billowed around me as I stepped in, and to my eyes, the outline of his body was just visible. His head was bowed and the water thundered down on his broad shoulders and back from the top jets, another splattered against the back of his legs, others sprayed his sides and chest. I loved this shower, it was sheer decadence, especially with the sight of him in it. The sound of the door clicking shut caused him to turn, see me, and smile.

He bought this house through my real estate agency, and I was the one who gave him a personal tour though it. It was this shower that finally convinced him to purchase this gorgeous two-story house, and the sale might not have happened if we didn't end up in this very same shower together the morning I showed it to him.

"Been waiting on you", he said softly as I moved closer, side-stepping one of the jets and sliding my arms up around his neck. His lips parted for the kiss I had been thinking about and wanting to give him since the moment I woke up that morning.

"Well, I had to wait for my husband to leave for work and the drive over here stretched an extra twenty minutes because of traffic. But I'm here now," I smiled.

He saw my lips move in for another kiss and he was more than happy to oblige, pressing his mouth to mine hungrily, kissing me deeply until he felt my fingers grip his neck when my knees buckled. I regained my balance and stepped back a little, smiling up at him.

"So ... am I worth the wait?" I asked with a little grin, running my fingers lightly down the center of his broad wet chest.

The look that appeared on his face wiped the grin from mine in a hurry. His look was intense and made my heart pound, hard enough I thought it would burst through my chest when he moved in swiftly, bending one leg between mine, pushing me back against the tiled wall, grinding his thigh into my crotch. His advancing actions made me moan. This was what I needed, what I craved - his demanding possession of me. These thoughts burst through my brain like fireworks.

Then there were teeth on my neck, a hand on my breast, squeezing hard on my slick wet skin until just my nipple remained captured between his fingers, and all my thoughts faded. I whimpered when he pinched, louder when he twisted, crying still louder into the water that sprayed across my face when he wouldn't relent and gripped my tender flesh even harder. Finally, his fingers released my reddened nipple and I gasped with both relief and frustration. It felt like too much and not enough all at once.

My entire body felt like a river, the flowing and trickling sensations rocking me in waves. I slumped against the wall, slightly disoriented, then startled as the ache between my legs sliding down onto his thigh jarred me into total alertness once again. His mouth never broke contact with my neck, with teeth holding tightly, almost tearing the delicate skin there. He was rough with me in that way to make me his possession and to awaken all my senses. A whimper escaped my lips, and his mouth moved to my ear, whispering so quietly that I had to strain to hear above the sound of water.

"Hands above your head angel."

Lifting my hands slowly, I stretched my entire body, trying to press every inch of myself against him. My fingers bumped one of the jets protruding from the wall, and I hung onto it with both hands while his mouth moved lower down my body. My body writhed as his lips traveled over my wet skin, drinking in water and hot flesh at the same time. My back arched and I cried out and sputtered as water splashed into my mouth when his teeth closed down over one swollen nipple, then the other. Electric tingles shot from the nerves in my nipples and riveted to the nerves in my gut, and he followed, kissing and licking along the rivulets of water that ran down my skin. His head tilted and suddenly he bit hard on the flesh of my belly, reminding me of my place in this as one to be feasted on and devoured, consumed.

It took every ounce of self-control not to release the water jet above my head and push him lower as he bit back and forth across the long smooth muscles of my abdomen. He enjoyed turning his bites towards scraping his teeth over me tenderly, slowly working his way closer to my crotch and feeling my body quiver against his mouth.

He quickly gripped my thighs as he heard me sigh and felt my knees tremble when I briefly lost touch with my motor control. Shifting on my feet, I found my balance against the wall and breathed deeply, letting myself relax. Every nerve ending in my body was fiercely alive and tingling, tormented by the water and the heat and the way he was touching me. He hadn't even touched the throbbing aching center of my body yet, and already I could feel my body climbing that road to release. Sensing my excitement, he paused, and looked up at me. Feeling his focus change, I glanced down and met his eyes.

"Not yet, not until I say," he instructed, and I nodded.

I couldn't help but think we were going to run out of hot water eventually, so I wouldn't have to wait forever, and that thought had me fighting to suppress a giggle. Then I nearly choked on the giggle I smothered in my throat when without warning his tongue slid lower, sinking though the top of my slit, licking my swollen clit. My head went ‘bang' against the tiles as my pelvis thrust forward involuntarily.

His left hand came up, flattened against my body, holding me back while at the same time his thumb brushed against me, pushing the hood of my clit back, exposing the excruciatingly sensitive nub. Moving his hand a little, he let the water run down his thumb, guiding the water to trickle between the puffy lips of my slit. Crouched in front of me, he flicked his tongue over me slowly, teasing my clit, then down to my hole where he slipped inside me briefly, then back to my clit. The outline of his hand on my belly was the only other thing that I felt, the only other sensation my mind could acknowledge as he teased and tormented my body without mercy.

It took all I had to steer myself away from the release I was dying for. Fighting, struggling, I held still for him obediently, but the tension was there, he could taste it. Stroking his right hand down my left thigh, his palm closed around behind my knee and lifted slightly while keeping his mouth relentlessly against me. My body wobbled a little and I trembled with anticipation. Then in one long smooth motion he was standing, his mouth was on mine, and his cock was sliding into me while he bent my knee higher up around his hip.

He swallowed my cry and thrust hard into me, stretching me open, embedding his hard throbbing nature inside of me. The taste of my pussy was on his lips, all over his tongue, and I kissed him hungrily, teetering on the edge of release, wanting it, needing it. The muscles of my shoulders were on fire, aching from the grip I had to maintain above my head, but the heat in my shoulders wasn't nearly as hot as the heat in my crotch.

Sliding his left hand up my side, he felt the ends of my long red hair and tangled his fingers in them. He loved the feel of my hair in his hand, dry or soaking wet. Gripping the crook of my knee tighter with his right hand, he pulled roughly at my hair, tipping my head back and breaking the kiss as he moved faster against me, driving deeper. My eyes were glazed with lust while hot passionate moans that reflected my pleasure spilled from my lips.

Twisting his hand higher in my hair, he tugged again and leaned closer, never breaking eye contact when he shoved me hard enough against the slippery wall with his hips to lift my feet completely off the floor. At that point he whispered, "Now Judy, let go."

My tears of pleasure were lost in the water pouring down over us as my body exploded. My hands fell from above my head and I clung to him, shuddering. He lowered his mouth to my neck and bit hard, groaning at his own release inside of me. We held onto each other for a long moment, leaning and nuzzling while our heartbeats returned to normal and our breathing slowed. One long, slow kiss that followed seemed to last an eternity and had my toes curling with pleasure.

The water was starting to feel decidedly cooler and I shivered suddenly, even with the warmth of is body against me. Laughing, he stepped back and rinsed us both off quickly before turning off the taps. Warm, dry cotten towels were waiting when we stepped out of the shower.

We wrapped ourselves in the towels we dried off with and he led me into his bedroom, pulled a bottle of red wine from the ice bucket sitting on his dresser and poured us both a glass.

"Wine tastes sweet after sex," he mentioned after taking his first sip.

"Yes it does," I agreed and took my first sip.

Then he toasted, clicking his glass to mine. "Here's to sex."

"And all the pleasures that comes with it," I added.

We stood facing each other and smiled more than talked while we drank our wine. His eyes would sometimes make me feel shy and blush, and other times make me want to drop my towel and start it all over again. He was obviously reading my mind when he reached and pulled the towel from my body. I laughed and pulled his towel from his body and we were both naked again.

He took my glass from my hand and placed them both next to the ice bucked, then pulled a piece of ice from the bucked and teasingly ran it around my breast and narrowed the circles towards my nipple. I jumped the moment the chilling ice touched my nipple, but he continued to rub the melting bit against my nipple just to watch it grow hard, then he did the same to the other.

I had enough of his teasing for one morning and reached down between us. When my fingers wrapped around his limber cock, I gently tugged and led him to the bed. It was my turn to take control.

"Sit," I said with a saucy voice as I pushed him down onto the edge of the bed.

"Lay," I continued in my saucy way, raising my foot and pushing my toes against his chest.

He lay across the bed with his legs hanging off the edge and his feet touching the floor. I looked down at this hot, sexy man with a perfectly sculptured body, his penis resting nearly flat against his abdomen. I leaned over and licked the underside of his penis just to watch it twitch, and then flicked my tongue over the head of it before I crawled up on top of him.

My long red hair fell onto his face and my lips moved down on his, engaging in a deep passionate kiss. While our tongues swirled around each other's, he moaned as he felt my fingers dig deeply into his shoulders and how I slowly moved my pelvis to caress my love button against the length of his cock. I pressed myself harder against him and rocked my hips back and forth, working the length of his cock with the slick moisture of my slit until his manhood hardened, only then did I guide his shaft inside my vagina. When I accomplished letting him penetrate me fully, he reached and grabbed my ass to stop me from moving, to take that moment to fully savor the sensation of our union.

We broke off our kiss as we both gasped for air. We looked into each other's eyes, to the burning desire between us. Slowly, my hips began rocking again, rubbing my wet friction along his love rod. I took him all the way inside of me and groaned over the feel of his length reaching so deep inside my belly.

Almost at once we fell into a rhythm of fucking. Our gaze was locked, our passion burning on the rise. I was fucking him, and he was fucking me back. I sat straight up and rode his cock in long strides. He reached down, pressing his thumb under my sex and found my clit and rubbed it as we moved together to fill my soaking pussy with his cock.

By now we were both moaning loudly. His eyes marveled at my delicious beauty, my bouncing breasts and the sweat that trickled from my neck down between my mounds, and how all of my passionate arousal was expressed on my face. He saw me enjoying the ride on his cock, he saw me as a woman that loved to fuck.

He knew I was close now and again grasped my hips with both hands, letting me reach down and caress my clit for myself. The deep tightening pleasure inside my belly built, and built, and built, until like a balloon I popped inside, and a deep and loud song of pleasure emerged from my mouth as waves of orgasms rolled through my body. Almost before my first gale of orgasms had subsided, I slid off him, turned and positioned myself on my knees, facing my pussy towards him. "Fuck me," I cried.

He quickly knelt behind me and let his hardness penetrate me anew. He fucked me slowly with short movements in and out. Then he could see that my fingers were back to caressing my clitoris again and he increased the pace. He held my hips from moving when he started fucking me fairly hard, and every stroke he made was rewarded with a loud moan from me. Again, I could feel yet another approaching orgasm.

He raised his right hand from my hip and spat on his fingers, then smeared his saliva down the crack of my ass and I shivered with a gasp as he started to massage my anus with his thumb. His thumb pressed inside my ass as he kept pounding me hard, watching his cock gleaming with my juices as it entered and reentered my eager pussy in long powerful strokes. This was the kind of wonderful raw sex that had me rocking and squealing again as my orgasms gushed through my pussy.

He gave me a few final strokes as he was building up to explode when I slipped him from me and rolled over on my back. Extending my hand, I took his cock into my grip. He knew what I wanted without me asking, and maneuvered his crotch to my face to let me caress and stroke him and take it into my mouth. He moaned as I took nearly his entire length.

Hot as I was, I sucked and fucked him with my mouth until it was time for him to cum, He closed his eyes and let his orgasm carry him away, and I moaned when he spurted, filling my mouth everywhere there was a place for his seed to flow. He heard the tiny gurgles as I ingested his thick fluids down my throat. Then he opened his eyes and looked down to see me squeeze and lick the last drops of milky liguid trickling from the hole of his throbbing dick.

He pulled me to him and we joined in a wonderful tasty kiss, taking the taste of his cum from my mouth. We laid together for a little while, then I got up and went to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes from the floor. My hair had dried and I brushed it out and redid my lipstick before walking back out into the bedroom.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked.

"I have a client that I have to show a house to in less then an hour," I answered, closing my purse and strapping it over my shoulder.

"Will I see you again soon?" he asked.

"You know the answer to that, don't you," I smiled and winked.

There would be more times, more pleasures, more dreamy climaxes. I saw him once or twice a week, always at his house where we'd spend the morning hours together. For however long it lasts, I will keep seeing him until he tires of me.