She stood under the multi jets of the shower. One of the main reasons she’d bought this particular condo was the shower. It had triple jet heads overhead, side jets from each side, and even jets from the front. They could be set to pulse, to sprinkle and every combination in between.
It had been another in a series of long days. With the economy in shaky straights, she gladly worked the long hours at her job, but some days it was just so hard. She had not been out on a date in months, and sex? Ha! Her last date was definitely not sex material…he could barely stop talking trash about his ex, let alone get a woodie for her.
She bent a bit, tipping her head down so her long locks flowed over her face, letting the pounding jets tap temptingly on her nape. Oooh, that was good. Hot, yes, and also relaxing. Soothing. Arms braced against the front wall, head bent in supplication to the shower goddess, she drifted off, letting the water wash her cares away. So transfixed was she, that she never heard the shower door slide open, the soft splash of feet in the stall behind her.
He slid behind her, and grabbed her around the waist with one hand, and with his other, clapped it firmly over her face, pulling her upright. Her hair became a sodden blindfold as she reared back, slamming into the hard male body behind her. The very naked, hard male body with a very hard cock.
His voice growled into her ear.
“What the hell are you doing in my shower, lady?”
She froze. What the fuck? His shower? She struggled, shaking her head to free her mouth. Her wriggling caused his cock to lodge in the deep cleft between her asscheeks, and he thrust his hips forward.
“Keep that up and I’ll do exactly what you’re hoping for,” he grunted.
She froze. Who the HELL was this guy? Her muffled voice asked the question. Then demanded him to leave. To Go. Take her purse, her car keys, whatever, just GO!
“This is my shower, my home and I’m not going anywhere,” he replied.
Through the tangled skeins of hair, she could make out the bathroom. Not her towels. Her clothing trailed across the bathroom floor, but she’d entered the rooms with the lights out, head hanging, and just stripped as she made her way straight for the bathroom. She could see her panties hanging on the bathroom door. She groaned. She’d miscounted the doors. The long corridor had multiple units and she must have missed her door.
“Oh, my God, I’m sorry. So sorry. I just moved in last week. I must have missed my door and wound up here.. I don’t know why my key worked in your lock, but I’m ever so sorry. Please, let me go and I’ll just head out and…” . . . embarrassment flooded her, drying her words, and leaving her red-faced. She was also more than aware that her cunt was misbehaving, twitching to life as her neighbors cock pulsed gently against her backside.
“Okay, ” he mused, still holding her firmly in place. “I get that. But you’ve used my hot water. And trashed my apartment.”
“I did not! ” she protested hotly, twisting to face him. “It’s just clothing”
“Yeah? Well, it’s everywhere. Those are your panties on the door there, yes? And your bra is stretched across my dining room floor. What if my business partner had accepted my invitation to dinner? ”
She looked down. That was a mistake. There was his cock, rampant between them. Even as she watched, it seemed to grow again. Longer, harder than any cock she’d seen before. Her nipples noticed, too, as they clenched and swelled towards his chest. He cupped her chin in his hand, smiled slowly down at her. She was mesmerized by his gaze and didn’t flinch when his hand slid around to tangle in her wet mane, pulling her hard against his chest, and dropping his mouth down to rest upon hers.
“You have 5 seconds to make a choice ,” he said against her lips.
“Stay, or go….”
His cock pulsed against her belly, as her cunt pulsed between her legs.
At “3” he lifted her by her waist, and at “2” he began to lower her onto his swollen cock.
They both won, at one.