I awake slowly – foggy and discombobulated –still wondering if I’m in a dream. Everything around me is dark except the small sliver of light peeking out from under the bathroom door. I peer down my torso, past my abdomen, and notice the erection pitching a tent in my pants. My body’s constant reaction to Kady, along with the wet dream I just woke from.
I'd tried dodging the recollection of Kady’s kiss, but my subconscious ignored that directive. My dream was so vivid – so real. So incredibly erotic.
I dreamt I’d walked into my flat carrying my laundry basket to find the bathroom door open and the sound of water running. I call out, but no one responds. I step inside with the intention of shutting off the water and I’m drenched from hot steam, sticky against my skin. I pull back the shower curtain to find Kady standing there – wet and naked.
Her head hangs back as she lathers her hair with shampoo. Everything smells like peaches. The soapy bubbles and water rain down the side of her face and her neck to land on the curve of her breasts.
I reach out to touch her breasts – to feel how soft they are – how supple – but she vanishes. Disappears right before my eyes, leaving only the soapy water circling down the shower drain.
The image is so real, so intense that it shakes me to the core. I can smell the peach-flavored products even now, as if I’ve been immersed in its fragrant contents. I blink, adjusting to the darkness,glancing at the door to see that it’s still open and cracked just an inch.
Fuck it.
I’m so turned on right now from my erotic fantasy,my eyes close on their own accord and I rub my palm over my throbbing dick.I just need to alleviate some of the pressure that’s been building there while I slept. The shower is still running,so Kady should be occupied a while longer. I’ve learned she takes long-ass showers, providing me just enough time to jerk off.
My thoughts return to her pink tongue. How it flicked across the gelato earlier, lapping at it with an enthusiasm that I’d bet she’d use on my cock. I picture herslippery, wet body just on the other side of the bathroom door, kneeling in front of me, the water coursing over her in a deluge while her tiny fingers wrap tightly around my length, coating it with scented body wash.
She’d use the silky moisture to lube and stroke my shaft, my cock growing exceedingly harder with each tug.She’d want to put her mouth on me – so she’d rinse me off before bringing the head of my cock to her perfectly puckered lips.
Oh fuck, she’d look so hot with my dick sliding in and out of her mouth.
I slip my hand inside my briefs, sliding over the smooth, hard flesh of my swollen cock.My lids are heavy slits, until they close all the way as the lust rakes through me with each stroke.I imagine her touching herself in the shower right now, thinking the same dirty thoughts about me. Wanting me to be naked with her.
I jerk off slowly, working to ease the pain, enjoying the build-up of arousal. I know it won’t take long to get off because I’ve been worked up for days. She’s been around me twenty-four-seven. She surrounds me. She’s everywhere. My desire is at the tipping point and I need to come in a bad way.
My shorts prevent me from getting a good grip on my shaft, so I yank them down with my other hand, giving me some freedom with my movements. I’m naked from the waist down, my legs hanging over the side of the bed nearest the door.
The mental image of Kady returnsas I picturethe water cascading down her hair, past her collarbone, over her generous tits, wet and glistening in the light. I'd bend down to suck a wet nipple into my mouth –the peachy-colored tip distended and perfect.The sexy sound of her moans gets me even harder, while my straining erection would press into her belly – seeking friction. She'd take this as a cue to reach down and flick the bead of moisture there before she fists me into her palm.
I'm so immersed in my daydream that I never hear the water turn off or thewhooshof the bathroom door opening. The forceful wind tunnel it creates between the two doorways pushes mine open further, giving Kady a front row view of my exhibitionism.
My focus is blurry, but I catch a glimpse of her - wrapped only in a towel, hair dripping at her shoulders–as her steps halt and the breathless gasp echoes against the tiles.
My hand is caught guiltily beating at my rock-hard cock, and I’m too far gone to stop. Our eyes latch – mine glazed with lust and hers with curiosity. But then the connection is lost as she swivels on her heels and rushes to her bedroom, the door closing behind her.
Ah, fuuuuuck. It’s too late to stop.
My orgasmbarrels upmy legs into my lower back and into my tightened ball sac. The fact that she just witnessed me masturbating is so hot and so depraved that I begin to come in long, heavy spurts across my stomach, my shaky breath pouring out in short pants.
Shit. I'm not sure if it’s the voyeurism affect from having Kady’s eyes on me, or if it was the sight of her naked and wet in only a towel that brought about the furious intensity of the climax. Or if it stemmed from my X-rated thoughts of her touching me. It’s likely the combination of the three possibilities.
Whatever it was, my body knows what my mind has finally realized. I canno longer resist the temptation of Kady’s presence. I’m just not that strong.
I slide to the edge of the bed and pull out some tissues from the box to clean myself up. As I wipe away the remnants of my orgasm, I consider the possibility that this thing between Kady and me could go from comfortable to awkward in zero to sixty seconds.
Should I talk to her about what she saw? Apologize if it made her uncomfortable? Promise that it won’t ever happen again? Shit, this has never happened to me. No one except my brotherhas ever caught me in a solo session before.
Which means she’s likely never stumbled across one either. Looks like I’ll need to apologize for the unscripted show.
Slipping into the bathroom she just vacated, I’m pummeled with the smell of fresh peaches and cream that linger in the air.I take in a lungful and close my eyes, appreciating the fruity, sensual scent that does crazy things to me.
I wash my hands and begin to dry them off when there’s a tap on the door.
“Hey, are you decent? I need to get something in there. Can I come in?”
My hands white-knuckle the sink, as I stare at the door wishing I could disappear. When I don’t respond, the door handle begins to turn.
I clear my throat, the first bit of awkwardness filtering through my system. “Sure. I’m done in here.”
