Steamy Shower Sex Erotica
"The Text," a Vanilla sex story by Annie Chanse
Lila had always loved forceful, dominant men. If there was a handful of cocky arrogance thrown in the mix, that was even better. She loved the kind of guy that would grab her by the hair and fuck her face without asking permission. So it was no surprise that her panties were soaked within seconds of receiving the instant message on her computer screen.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SUCK MY DICK?
Lila sat back in her chair and grinned, clenching her thighs together firmly. Jasper Daniels - that arrogant bastard. Lila hadn’t spoken to him in six months. They had been friends for years. They had always talked dirty to one another and had constantly flirted, but they were both intelligent adults who knew better than to ruin their friendship over meaningless sex that they could both get elsewhere. Then, one night, they both had too much to drink and woke up the next day together - naked and very embarrassed. Lila had taken it in stride. Jasper, on the other hand, had been very adolescent about the whole situation. He had jumped up, hurriedly throwing on his clothes, and given Lila an awkward hug. Despite numerous attempts on Lila’s part, they hadn’t spoken since. But now, apparently, something had changed - or maybe Jasper just remembered that she’d given him the best blowjob of his life. Either way, Lila was not going to be outdone by his crassness.
“What a coincidence,” she wrote. “I thought so, too.” She leaned back again and waited.
Then her phone beeped to let her know she had a text message. She looked down on a number she very much recognized but had deleted out of her phone months ago - Jasper. Lila smirked and flipped open her cell.
“Then why haven’t you sucked it yet,” the text read.
“Because,” she retorted, fingers moving shakily over the buttons of her phone. The heat in her crotch was spreading rapidly up her thighs and into her stomach, and with it came a supply of nervous excitement that had her whole body quivering. “If I remember correctly, we had sex and then you didn’t talk to me again.”
Either too embarrassed or too focused on his proposition, he ignored her sarcasm, instead replying with, “I thought you said you were going to suck it tonight?”
She actually laughed out loud. “Oh? Did I say that? How nice of me.”
“Yeah. I thought so, too.”
Lila was finally at a loss for words. Her well of clever replies had finally dried up. So, not knowing anything else appropriate, she simply inquired, “Are you drunk, Asshole?”
He ignored her question once again. “What? You mean you don’t want to suck my cock? You know it’s nice. And you know what I can do for you.”
God this man had a one track mind. “I think I told you once before that you had an open invitation.”
“Oh, I remember. But you were a little less than sober at the time.”
She had to concede the point, but now the moisture from her pussy was sliding down her thighs. “I was sober enough to know what I was saying.”
“In that case, I’m going to hop in the shower, and I’ll be right over.”
Lila closed her phone as she saw that he had signed off the computer; then she closed her laptop, as well. She sat, unmoving, for a full minute. She was shocked and not entirely sure what she‘d just agreed to. Now that she was alone with her thoughts, it was hard to be so blasé about the situation. Jasper Daniels. She had spent the better part of an hour sitting on his face, with her lips locked in a vice grip around his incredibly impressive cock. She had come in his mouth twice; he in hers once. He’d tasted like banana salt water taffy. Afterwards, he had bent her over a bedside table and fucked her until they both exploded again and collapsed naked in a heap of sweat, sex, and tangled limbs on his bedroom floor. They hadn’t even made it to the bed. For days afterwards, her thighs felt like she had done a thousand lunges, and she couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. Jasper Daniels. The man she had always been in love with and who had never called her back.
She finally snapped out of her reverie when her phone slipped out of her lap and thumped against the floor. She looked down at herself and swore. “Shit! I’m a mess!” She ran around her house straightening things as best as she could. She ripped off her clothes, threw them in the basket, and warmed up the water for a shower. Stepping in, she immediately began to shampoo her hair, for once thinking how glad she was that it was short and straight. Lila was small, almost pixie-like, with flawless, pale skin and bright green eyes. She had short, red hair that she generally kept spiked but that, when wet, was straight, close-cropped, and dead sexy. She had sharp features, small, perky breasts, a heart-shaped ass, and fragile, delicate bone structure. And currently, she had hairy legs and a fuzzy bush. She growled and mumbled under her breath at her complete lack of upkeep while single.
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She wet her razor and, after shaking off the excess water, began to hurriedly pull it up from the top of her foot towards her thigh. She was about halfway through her first leg - the right one - when the shower curtain was ripped open. She shrieked, nicked herself, and stared at Jasper with a slightly open-mouthed gaze. He chuckled good-naturedly and reached down between her legs to pick up her razor for her. The top of his hair brushed along the length of her calf muscle, and she shivered involuntarily. He felt her shudder and immediately froze, the razor halfway between the floor of the bathtub and Lila’s pussy, which was, even now, musty and slick with water and juices.
“May I?” he asked.
Lila took a shallow breath. She was so horny; her pussy was quivering. But she was nervous. She’d never let anyone shave her before, had never put herself in a position to feel so vulnerable. She nodded silently, unable to trust her voice not to crack and betray her.
Jasper licked his lips and brought the razor to the top of Lila’s mound. He hesitated only briefly before gently applying pressure and dragging the blade down towards her clit. Lila closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her face towards the ceiling. A low moan escaped her throat. Jasper finished a long line and moved back up to the top of Lila’s pussy again. This time he didn’t hesitate; he pulled the razor down with intent. With each new bare patch of skin, his dick got a little harder. He spread Lila’s lips apart and began shaving them gently. The warm water rolled down Lila’s bare body, washing the shaven hair off of her, leaving her slick and bare. Finally she heard the click of Jasper dropping the razor onto the side of the bathtub. She opened her eyes and looked down into his beautiful blue eyes. She was breathing heavily with need. They stared into each other’s eyes for a full minute. Time stopped and colors faded. It was beauty.
Jasper saw the need in her eyes. He was still sitting on his knees beside Lila’s bathtub. He adjusted his position slightly and buried his face in her pussy, sucking eagerly. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her engorged clit and slid three fingers into her dripping sex.
Lila grabbed the shower rod and hoped like hell that she didn’t pull it down. Jasper reached his other arm around her hips and began teasing her asshole with his finger; she could no longer be bothered with the fate of the shower rod. She grabbed two handfuls of Jasper’s hair and pushed herself closer into his face, grinding herself against him. She rocked slowly onto the tips of her toes and back down again, rubbing her clit over Jasper’s nose as he buried his tongue and middle finger inside of her. She felt his fingers rimming her asshole and moaned aloud again.
Jasper felt his cock hardening against the inside of his jeans. He slipped his finger into Lila’s asshole and felt her tense slightly before quickly relaxing again. He fingered both of her holes simultaneously, sucking and biting roughly on her clit. He slipped a second finger into her pussy, then a third. All too soon, he felt the muscles inside of her contract around his fingers and he pulled one last, long suck on her clit. He grinned wolfishly as he watched her shudder and stretch her body with pleasure.
Before Lila could regain her composure, Jasper had pulled his shirt off over his head and worked his way out of his pants. He hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear. He hopped into the shower with Lila and grabbed her forcefully, pulling her mouth into his. After a deep and satisfying kiss, Lila pushed herself gently away from him. She grinned smugly.
“I thought I was going to suck your dick?”
Jasper grunted but didn’t smile. He had moved too far beyond the possibility of satisfaction from Lila’s mouth. He reached between his legs and firmly grasped his shiny, wet cock. Wrapping one arm around Lila, he pulled her close to him once again and guided himself into her. He heard her gasp softly; he was a bit above average below the waist. He bent himself slightly to get a better fit and then began thrusting inside of her. The water that rained down on them had long since gotten cold, but neither of them noticed.
Lila dug her nails into Jasper’s back. Panting and moaning, she matched her rhythm to his thrusts. She tried to concentrate enough to tighten her muscles around his dick, but she failed. She had never had sex like this before. She had no idea if it he was really that good or if it was the simple fact that this was Jasper she was with. She knew, at least for the moment, that he was just as crazy with lust and pleasure as she was. As she came again, she buried her face in his collarbone, sinking her teeth into his flesh to keep from screaming out loud; she did have neighbors, after all. She needn’t have worried - when Jasper exploded inside of her, he cried out. She had forgotten how vocal he was when he came.
“Oh, God! Oh fuck, Lila! Oh God. You’re wonderful. Goddamn. I love you. I’ve missed you so much.”
Lila stopped moving. She blinked, and her eyes grew wide. Had she just heard him correctly? Had he said that he loved her? She pushed away from him to look him full in the face. “What did you just say to me?”
“I love you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I’ve been such a shit lately.”
Lila laughed out loud. She leaned into him and kissed him beneath the ear. She licked his jaw and nipped his neck. She moved her mouth to his lips and pulled his bottom lip gently with her teeth. As Jasper closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, she rubbed the side of her face against his.
“I love you, Lila. Be with me?”
She laughed again and leaned down to turn off the shower. She turned back to him and kissed him a final time.
“I’ll call you,” she said, stepping out of the shower and throwing a towel at him before strolling into the bedroom, leaving him gaping after her.
Jasper, recovering from the obvious rejection, dried off and began dressing.
Once she was in the other room, Lila fell, exhausted, against the wall. Was Jasper kidding? And if he wasn’t, could she trust him? He hadn’t spoken to her in months. It was true that Lila she had dreamed of this moment a hundred times. She’d rehearsed the conversation of Jasper saying he loved her a thousand times. She’d come up with every possible retort. She’d practiced humor; she’d practiced surprise; she’d practiced coyness. Now that the time had finally come, however, she had no idea what the right move was. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and steadied herself. She was scared to death, but she wasn’t going to pass up something she’d wanted for so long.
Finally, Lila poked her head around the corner and blew him a kiss. “Silly boy,” she said. “You know I love you, too.”
Originally published August 2010