My Weekend Away (Day 2)

Based on Real Events

I hate travelling for work but I love hotel sex. There’s just something about those clean sheets and walk-in showers. Plenty of room for two.

It’s no secret that I find shower sex awkward and problematic, but that Saturday, before leaving for the conference, my thoughts toward it may have shifted.

His hands lathered soap on every inch of my body. With the warmth of the water, mixed with the heat coming off of us and I forgot all about my clumsiness and the threat of slipping and injuring myself.

When he put shampoo in my hair and kneaded it into bubbles, massaging my temples and sliding up the nape of my neck, all I could think about was his erection pressing into my stomach and how much I wanted it in my mouth instead.

So, that’s just what I did.

After rinsing my hair out, I turned him so that his back was to the spray, shielding me. I knelt on the tile keeping eye contact with him. Smirking at all the nasty thoughts running through my head.

I licked up his shaft from balls to tip, swirling my tongue around as I reached the top, relishing in the groans coming out of him unsolicited. I wanted to take my time and tease him, but his hand quickly went into my hair - the hair he was so gentle with a moment ago - and grabbed tight, ready to push me down where he desperately needed me.

He tilted my head back so that he could see my face completely and pinned me with a serious expression.

“If this is about me, then we do it my way,” he said.

Dutifully, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, inviting him in.