I'm actually a big fan of shower sex. A few years ago I was seeing / fucking a girl that I was wildly attracted to. I'll call her Laney. If I had a "type" she fits it to a "t." Dark, long, curley hair. Big full pouty lips, insanely large chest that looks even larger because she's so tiny. Off track type person in that she doesn't follow rules of how to dress while she's out. Fishnets and strange skirts. Other girls hate her because she pulls it off and every guy's drop drops when she walks in a room. She puts out the "you could fuck me" if you tried really hard vibe. Problem is...if you caught her attention long enough to woo her...well, you could.
Simply drop dsead gorgeous. Once out of her clothes, sje has the most amazing body. A huge tattoo on the small of her back, something that I wasn't a fan of until Laney. In bed - she's your personal porn star. So loud when she cums that you start worrying that someone is going to call the cops, always wanting more, no holds barred. Handcuffs, hot wax, sex in the bathroom of a packed bar - these are things that are just second nature for her.
The first time she sucked me off...she moaned louder than I did when I came in her mouth. Having a guy cum in her mouth is, for her, as exciting as getting off herself. I must have 20 hours of video of her playing withself, toys or no toys, sliding a huge dildo in her ass while finger fucking herself. I actually don't watch them often because, truth be told, it makes me miss her entirely too much.
ANYWAY - the shower point - she loves to have sex in the shower. Pushed up against the wall, one leg up, both legs wrapped around me, me holding her up by gripping her ass. My best memory was one time we brought the huge dildo in the shower. She was blowing me and, looking down, I could see her furiously fucking herself with the dildo. She would bend it in a way where she could trust the entire 9 inches inside herself while it rubbed back and forth on her clit. Her tits swaying back and forth, one hand gripping my cock, her mouth on my cock, a glimps of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy...
Yup. Didn't take long.
This begs the question, if I can't think about her too much why aren't I with her? Well - this goes back to the issue of the fact that Laney has a lot of love to give. She's not very good at the honesty thing. She and I were seeing each other and getting along really well. I couldn't stop thinking about her. The sex was amazing, of course, but our times out of the bedroom were equally amazing. She could sing like you read about. We'd make love for a couple hours, drink a bottle of wine, and sit around naked writing songs. I'd strum my guitar, sometimes she'd pull hers out as well. Or we'd sing songs we both know. We could talk about everything, both of us being writers we have a lot of common interests in authors and styles.
Problems would come in the form like this: we would talk during the day, and I would ask if we could hang out that night. She would say she has plans, but I could meet her out. So I would, at one of our favorite pubs. She is very touchy feeley with everyone she knows, guys and girls, and it wouldn't be uncommon for her to be making out with a girl or some guy. The thing that would piss me off more is that once, just to show her that roads run both ways, I was dancing with someone and making out with the girl. Laney thought it was hot and simply asked the girl to come home with us. Not a thread of jealousy.
Some nights at the pub she would simply state that she was too tired to spend the night together, but call her in the morning. Maybe we could do coffee before work. Those nights I would second guess the crap out of myself - is she with other guys? What is she doing? My pride only allowed me to hint around to her, and she would tap dance the questions.
Well - one day I flat out stated that I needed to know if she was fucking other guys. It was starting to tear me apart. Alone in the bedroom she's "falling in love with me" but not enough to be her man. Scketchy things would happen from time to time. She and I stopped using rubbers and I needed to make sure I was the only one. It was a safety thing, not a jealous thing (or so I told her). Of course I'm the only one she said.
So one day I was meeting her at her house. I got there and she wasn't home and my celly rang. She's running late, let myself in, get comfy, maybe order some food. She'll be home in an hour at the latest and the key is hidden under the plant on the porch.
I had never been in her home alone. No room-mate was there. We always got up together and left together. I went to use her computer to check her email and moved the mouse. I could see that the pc was still on.
The monitor faded in. Her hotmail account was up on the screen, she hadn't signed out. Consumed with curiosity and scared of what I would find, I started reading emails from a guy named "Chris."
Laney had a trip to Florida planned, she said it was to see a college friend and her parents. The emails were from a guy Chris that couldn't wait to see her...and then he described what he was going to do to her. These were daisy chains, they had her replies in there as well. He would talk about missing the feel of her tight ass around his cock and she would write "LOL...I get your cock in my mouth before that."
She even talked about me in the email. She wrote that I was "some guy I'm fucking." Chris asked if it was serious and she said "no, he's good fun and smart. Great fuck. We're just chilling." She went on to write about how great I was in bed, how talented I am, she enjoys my company, and I'm a good "friend." The conversation went right back to their plans to screw each other's brains out when she got there.
They talked about the last time they had sex, which was three months prior.
Well - that's just freaking perfect. She and I had been seeing each other for four months at that point.
Pissed, hurt, upset, jealous, I nosed through her room. Upstairs I found guys phone numbers and a couple used rubbers in the waste can next to her bed. She hadn't had me over for a couple nights, and now I knew what my heart was telling me all along.
I went back downstairs and never said a word when she came home. Matter of fact, being the ultimate pussy that I am, I never did. I spent the night. We had amazing sex. We fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other.
Did I love her? Still do. I would have dealt with it, but eventually the sex started to trail off a little. She met someone and was married this past spring. Still emails me, wants to get that coffee.
I just hope for that guy's sake that she's not the same 'ol Laney. But part of me wants to get her out for drinks to find out.