Thread: Equal exchanges. Auspicious/RoleplayMaster

She had brought herself to climax, and she had cum hard, nearly losing her balance in the shower. Gasping and shuddering she had opened her eyes once her orgasm had washed over her, and she saw him. Had he been there the whole time? She wasn't sure, and the first thought that crossed her mind was FUCK!. She very nearly did curse, but she knew that would make the situation more awkward for the both of them. So, she pretended to not notice him there, and let the shower wash away the 'evidence' of her shower romp with herself. She heard him leave the room, and quickly finished washing up. Stepping from the shower she dried off with a large, fluffy towel, wrapping it around her body as she walked over to the bed where her clothes were sitting in a neat pile. She pulled them on hastily, the first tendrils of concern and doubt stirring in her gut. He had seen her. Did he think she was a disgusting old hag who had no self control? She bit her lip and knew she had to apologize. Exiting her room she noticed the bathroom door opposite of her slightly ajar. She had to get that thing fixed, it had always slipped right back open after being shut. At first she heard a strange noise from within, and peered in through the crack. Her jaw dropped as she watched him stroking himself in the shower. His pace was slow, and she watched his hand curl around a mouth wateringly thick and long cock. Her tongue longed to slip over those powerfully silky inches of flesh, taste every single one of them. She bit her lip as she watched him, the desire she had masturbated away in her own shower coming back with at least three times the intensity as before. She felt her pussy clench with overbearing need and her hand once again slipped back to her naughty bits. She gently stroked her fingers over her clothed pussy, the thin material of her shorts doing little to obstruct its form. She toyed with her clit a little, watching him as he worked himself towards completion. Was he thinking about her as he raced down the road to orgasm? Her belly clenched at the thought. She hoped he was. Then he came it took pretty much all of her restraint not to slip into the bathroom and clean the cum from his palms with her tongue. She snapped out of her sex dazed state and hurried back into her room, gently shutting the door. Within a few minutes she heard him leave the bathroom and walk down the hall. She sighed and reached for a thin silk robe that fell to her thighs. She pulled her damp hair up into a pony tail, and she gathered her resolution. Leaving her room she walked back into the living room, almost not recognizing John in his cleaned up state. He looked quite handsome without layers of grime on him. The shower had given his hair a much softer appearance, and her fingers itched to reach out and feel it. She flinched internally. This was going to be difficult. She was generally a person of very good senses and control, but she just knew somewhere down the line that her willpower would fail with John. She was worried of what he'd think of her. The clothes fit you nicely she commented, smiling at him as she sat down on the couch. She the seat one over from the one he was sitting on. After the shower happenings, she wasn't how close she should sit, with her control nearly crumbling. She couldn't help but stare at his lips for a moment, unaware it was fairly obvious. Something about her just screamed 'Fuck me right now, and don't stop til we both can't move'. The sexual tension was as thick and obvious.