"As I tilted my head back in the shower, I felt a relief in my aching muscles. My legs were still shaky and had a kind of hollow feeling to them.
I steadied myself by putting my hands on the wall with the shower head and bent forward to let the water cascade down between my shoulderblades and back. The water making a stream that ran between the cheeks of my arse and over my sensitive hole, a reminder of what we had done, what I asked him to do, was the tingle that reacted with the water.
I stood up and placed my back against the tiled side of his shower. The cold slate made me open my eyes as it made contact with my skin and I caught an opaque reflection in the glass shower screen opposite. My dark hair flat to my head and shoulders, my pinkish looking skin like a smudged pastel drawing in the steamy glass. No hint of who it really was, it could have been anyone but me, but, me, it was.
I wondered how many other women had stood here with a similar view.
I flicked that thought out of my mind as fast as I flicked my hair back and reached for the shower gel.
I soaped my body. When I reached my private areas, I felt my poor bum, swollen and feeling bruised, yet not too painfully so. My clitty was beyond sensitive, almost too sensitive to touch. My lips were inflamed, but easing back to their natural state. 'I hope my bum goes back the same way' I thought to myself.
After the shower, I gathered my things together, slipped my dress on with nothing underneath, then headed downstairs to where I could hear him in the kitchen.
"I've fixed you another drink, you look like you need one" he said as he poured another for himself.
"Thank you, I think I've earnt it" I replied.
"Earnt it?. I didn't realise you were such a cheap night out, a few G&T's and you're anyones" he laughed.
"You cheeky bastard!" I fired at him.
"You're the first person I've ever done anything like this with. I ought to kick you square in the bollocks!"
"Woah, woah! I was only joking, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm really, really, sorry" he said in return. "To be honest with you, its the first time I've ever done something like this too" he confessed.
"Yeah, yeah" I chastised.
"No, honest. I wouldn't lie to you" he said.
He stepped up to me and put an arm around my shoulders as a kind of sincerity.
"Come on, let's have a drink and relax in the living room" he offered.
He handed me my drink and led the way.
I grabbed my lingerie and drink, then followed him and we sat opposite each other, him in an armchair, me on the settee. He had got dressed back into his trousers and loosely buttoned shirt. I took a good swallow of my drink and cherished the bitter bubbles of the tonic on my tongue, refreshing my mouth.
"Is this really the first time you've done anything like this?" I enquired.
"Yes." Was all he said as he nodded his head.
"Well, I don't know if I should thank you, or be miffed at you for taking advantage of me" I said in a coquettish manner.
He smiled, raised his glass and took a sip, the ice chinking as he did so.
"You only did what you wanted to do, what you asked me to do" he replied with a cheeky glint in his eye.
"No I ... but you ... well you ..." I stumbled for words "You ... Well, maybe so, but you, ... Oh fuck it!" I said "I'm not going down that road".
He smirked with a cocky grin and I drained my glass.
"I better get going" I said matter of factly. "Its getting late and I need to get back".
"Shall I call you a taxi? I'd give you a lift but I'm over the limit" he said holding his glass up.
"No need, I don't live too far away, I'll walk" I revealed to him.
"Are you sure, I can see if I can get you a lift" he offered.
"I'm fine, honest" I said as I put my lingerie in my bag.
I stood up at the same time as he did and we moved to the hallway.
He helped me on with my coat and said "Thank you. Thank you for tonight, I won't forget it. And I won't forget you" he said in a soft tone.
I felt a little took aback at his words.
"Thank you" I replied, not knowing what to say.
He leant in and kissed me on the lips. A slow, long, lingering kiss. I kissed him back, our tongues touched, he held me closer and I could feel his bulge against me again. I grabbed it and felt he was hard, which surprised me as he had alread cum twice.
A wickedness swept over me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped him, pulled his cock from inside and sank his beautiful cock in mouth.
Running my tongue around that fat, plum shaped cock head, trying to push my tongue into the small slit, I covered it with my saliva and eased it further into my mouth. Pulling back slightly, I then took it as far in as I could, my jaw stretching and widening, just like my cunt and arse had opened up to him.
I reached up and held his shaft as I drew back and just concentrated on working his bell end and half of his cock. He moaned and rested his hand on the back of my head, not pulling me on to him, just holding me as I sucked and wanked his cock. I swirled my tongue around and licked the underside, I sucked harder, I wanted his spunk in my mouth, then he would have cum in every place inside me.
His legs must have been as shaky as mine, maybe even moreso as I milked his cock with my mouth. He was making joyful noises, that's all I could hear as my eyes were closed, flashbacks of the evening flickering in my mind like a miniature pornographic slideshow.
He tasted fresh from his shower, but I could taste him leaking precum. His cock sliding and grazing against the flesh in my mouth.
I went from working half his cock to taking it all the way down to the back of my throat, then sucking hard all the way back up, then back to playing my tongue around the head.
He started to breathe in shorter gasps, his cock hardened, then lurched in my mouth and his spunk bathed my tongue, oozing out and clinging to the inside of my cheeks. Nowhere near as much when he filled me twice upstairs, but about a spoonful.
I milked it all out of him and savoured his own special taste, his own flavour.
I stood up, faced him, my lips closed. I stared him in the eyes and swallowed, kissed him quickly on the lips and stepped out of the door, pulling it closed behind me.
I walked down his path and glanced up at the for sale sign.
He would be moving soon, I didn't know where, I didn't want to know. I didn't even know his name.
It was only a fifteen minute walk back to our house. My heels weren't helping my weak legs. Another five minutes and I would be able to take them off as I walked over the field leading home.
The night air was cool, the faint breeze licking around my legs. I reached the lush green grass of the field, which didn't reveal it's colour, as the darkness lay over it like a blanket, the only light was from the distant street lights, the moon and the millions of stars gazing down. I removed my shoes and let out a sigh as my feet relaxed as I walked through the soft grass.
I neared our home, the house was in darkness. I looked back over my shoulder in the direction of his place, then back at ours.
I felt the freshness of the night, breathed it in. I had a wave of ... of freedom ... liberation ... a calmness.
I took the last few steps on our garden to our front door.
As I looked down at my bare feet, they were wet and glistening, just like I had been not too long ago in the arms of another man.
I don't know why I did it, but I threw my things on the doorstep, bag, coat, dress and shoes. I stood naked, then lay naked on the grass. With the new feeling of liberation I laughed to myself and bathed in the morning dew.
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