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By *oodnvamp OP Couple
over a year ago
beverley |
So here’s the thing. The damn shower had been playing up all last week. In her completely non expert opinion it was buggered. She’d called a chap out to come and have a look at it but he’d only come to assess it. His mate was the one who would fix it. The actual repairman wasn’t due for at least an hour and she had no idea how long she would be without a bathroom or indeed water once he arrived, it could be for the rest of the day. So a soak in the bath was either now or who knows when.
She wouldn’t usually have a bath during the day. That was reserved for pleasure soaking with candles dotted about the room and fragrant bubble bath covering her body and hiding her even from her own eyes. There was no point in having candles now. It was daylight. But the bubbles she wouldn’t do without.
The radio was playing in her bedroom, a top 10 rundown from a year that listeners were supposed to phone in and identify. Leanne Rhymes was currently questioning ‘How do I live?’ which, if her memory served her correctly put that particular top ten right about 1997. She liked most of the chart around that time so the radio could stay on. If it had been the early nineties she would have put on a CD instead.
Half way through the bath she hears a knock at the door.
“Dammit!” She curses.
It’s too early for the repairman, he’s not due for another 50 minutes. It must be the postman. She’s not expecting anything but if it’s something she has to sign for she’ll have to trek down to the sorting office five miles away.
So she yells “Hold on,” towards the window and clambers out of her bliss. She grabs her dressing gown and puts it on her still wet body.
She dashes down the stairs tying her belt as she goes, checks herself in the mirror by force of habit and goes to the front door.
“I’m sorry, I was in the bath,” she says before she’s even got the door open all the way. “Oh!” She’s surprised, it’s not the postman.
“That’s ok love, I heard you shout. I’m here to look at your shower. I’m a bit early.”
“Yeah,” she glances over her shoulder to look at the clock, “Just a bit.”
She opens the door wider and steps backwards. “Come in, sorry I’m not dressed.” She’s feeling a little vulnerable in her dressing gown. She’ll get him a cuppa then go throw some clothes on.
“Brew? Tea of coffee?” she asks, heading for the kettle.
“Tea. White, one please.”
She makes them both a tea, his with sugar, her own without. She can feel his eyes on her behind. He’s stopped talking, a sure sign that he’s concentrating on something else. She doesn’t mind though. She quite likes it.
She turns back with his tea in her hand and passes it over to him. She looks him up and down trying to not be noticed. He’s a big man, tall and broad. Dark hair, dark eyes, yesterdays beard growth. Rugged looking. Her pussy twitches.
His silence alerts her to his eyes. He’s gawping at her tits with a slight grin. She follows his line of sight and looks down.
“Oh God!” she exclaims and pulls her gown closed. The gape wasn’t completely exposing but he’ll have seen enough to know she was naked underneath. And wet from the bath.
She blushes but tries to pretend nothing happened. “So the shower…”
“Yes,” he says still smiling slightly. “Do you want to show me where it is?”
She thought he would want to drink his brew first giving her time to dash up and get dressed.
“Sure, follow me,” and she heads past him for the stairs. She inhales deeply through her nose as she passes him. Another habit. He’s not wearing any fragrance. She doesn’t smell anything unpleasant either.
He follows closely, his eyes glued to her behind as it leads him up the stairs. He’s aware of her flirting, subtle as it’s been so far. He knows her heart’s beating a little faster than it should be doing. He’s enjoying this. He’s been here before. Horny housewife isn’t just a fantasy for him. It’s far from common but he knows the signs. She’s not making it clear though. He won’t push it just yet. Some just like the idea. He wonders if it’s just something she wanks over or if she’s seduced a tradesman or delivery driver before. He’ll let her run with it for a little while. He’s got a good couple of hours here yet. Anyway he can always enjoy a little flirting with a sexy woman. And she does make a cracking cuppa!
She reaches the top of the stairs and opens one of the closed doors. The bathroom. She goes in and stands next to the shower opening the cubicle door for him. He sees the bath full of hot water and bubbles.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” he exclaims, genuinely apologetic, “Your bath.”
“That’s ok,” she says, “I should have been out soon anyway.”
He looks at her. He‘s careful not to stare or appear to letch. “You could always get back in,” he says, half joking.
She laughs. “Yeah, I could,” she says also joking. But the way her hand comes up and wipes her face gives her away a little. She’s thinking about it. She sees herself opening her gown, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall gracefully to the floor. She sees her foot raised, her toe point as it lifted over the bath edge and disappeared into the bubbles.
Then in a blink the picture’s gone. She’s not that surprised at herself. She wonders if he saw the same image in his head. He does. Only in his daydream she pulled on her nipples as her robe fell. He waited for a second, not wanting to overplay his hand but instinctively knowing that she was actually considering it, even if she was scared.
He turns to face the shower to help her out a bit and pretends to examine it. “I won’t look,” he teases.
She stood still. Dare she? There were still loads of bubbles. She could hide under them easily.
Fuck it she thought, why not. She pulled at her tie belt a little too quickly, her gown fell open but she didn’t let it slip sexily off her shoulders as she had just imagined, instead she ripped it from her shoulders and almost threw it to the floor. Naked and suddenly quite terrified she stared at his back. His head was moving up and down as though he was actually looking at the shower. She panicked. She thought he might not realise she was actually going to get in the bath again. He might turn round and see her naked. What the fuck was she doing?
The robe or the bath. She thought he was going to turn around any second but she can’t speak. She daren’t tell him to not look for fear that he will turn before he took in what she said. So she leaps clumsily for the bath. Her toe doesn’t point prettily, instead she almost stamps into the water. As her other foot left the floor she almost slips but manages to right herself. She dumps herself down with a splash and grabs at the bubbles trying to cover her breasts and pubis.
He turns slowly. She blushes and looks at the bubbles. She tries to be nonchalant. He doesn’t speak. And it gets the better of her. She looks up slowly. He’s grinning and his hand is gently holding his cock through his jeans. He’s hard. She can see its outline. Her mouth falls open. She’s feeling carried now.
“You look divine,” he says.
Ok it might be an exaggeration. She looks flushed. But he can see her silky skin shimmering under the water. He can see her nipples poking out of the water, the bubbles collecting around her belly offering cover but not where she wants them. He’s amused that they are all moving and exposing her. He will still make her wait though. He will make her ask.
“So what’s your name?” she asks.
“That’s not what I was expecting you to say,” he says with amusement.
Her face turns scarlet. Her eyes drop back to the bubbles. “What did you expect me to say?” She knew the answer already.
“My names Chris,” he says ignoring her question. He inhales deeply and stretches his back and neck. He knows how much of a masculine gesture this is. It’s all happening quite fast but he’s savouring it. “I thought you’d ask to see my cock.” He waited.
“You look uncomfortable. You should undo your zip maybe.” She almost winces at her words.
He looks at her quizzically. “What do you want?” he asks. “Say it.”
“I want your cock,” she says quietly but with relief that she’s managed the words. Then gaining confidence, looking directly into his eyes this time, “I want to see your cock.”
He grins. His zip is pulled down. He pauses looking at her. She’s staring at his crotch waiting. He slowly reaches inside his jeans and with one careful but practiced shift, his hard cock emerges from his jeans.
“Touch yourself.”
Her right hand obeys his command instantly and absently strokes down her belly and towards her pussy. Her back arches slightly pushing her breasts out of the water. Her left hand moves to explore her left nipple. Her eyes are riveted on his proud hard on. Her tongue licks her lower lip drawing it into a gentle bite.
He takes a step forward. He’s towering above her.
“Are you wet?” he asks.
It seems an odd question. She laughs.
“Your cunt. Are you wet?” he repeats.
She’s chastised. She tilts her hips forwards and slides a finger inside. Her own wetness is more slippery than the water. She knows she’s flooded.
“You tell me,” she offers.
“You tell me!” he demands. He’s pushing his luck here he knows. But he’s trying to suss her out better. An idea’s forming. He has to know how receptive she will be. If he goes too fast he’ll go too far and it’ll be over. He doesn’t want to freak her out. He’s ballsed it up before by being too dominant too soon. But she’s responding well enough so far.
“Very.” She answers simply.
He steps forwards again. He’s now standing with his toes almost touching the bath, level with her belly.
“What do you like?”
“Sucking cock.”
She does too. And she knows she’s quite good at it. She wants to show off her skills to him, to blow him away literally.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. “Please?”
He likes that she’s asking for it. He likes that a lot. It spurs him on to say what he’s thinking about doing. He knows that this could go wrong. He hopes that if she doesn’t like what he’s got in mind, that he can still get his cock sucked.
“I’m going to piss on you first. Then you can have my cock.” It’s not a request. Just a statement.
Her hands stop. Her eyes widen. She searches his face for signs that he’s joking. She sees no sign.
“Piss on me?”
She’s doubtful. And a little bit disgusted. Why would he want to do a thing like that? She’s heard of people doing this but cannot fathom why they would want to. But she’s still incredibly turned on by what’s happening. Maybe she should let him. She’s in the bath after all, she won’t have to clean up. She wants that cock so very much now. To call halt to it will leave her very frustrated and who knows how he will react.
“Yes. I‘m going to piss on you first.”
He waits. Will she tell him to leave? Each second that ticks by reduces the chance of that. Will he get his cock sucked? His chances are still good he thinks. Will he piss on her? Her right hand moves again. He has his answer before she speaks.
“I’ve never been pissed on before.”
She looks at his cock. She wants it in her mouth. He’s already grinning widely.
“Good.” He says simply and points his cock at her chest. His head rocks back and he stands stock still. He’s concentrating.
“How can you piss if you’re still hard?”
He can’t. He’s not looking at her. He’s not listening to her either. He’s thinking about needing a piss. Nothing else. He doesn’t need his erection to go down completely, just a little bit.
She slowly, absently plays with her nipple. Her eyes still fixed on his cock. She waits too.
Then it starts. Hot golden liquid sprays from his cock, splashing down onto her tits, splashing into her face a little. Her mouth hangs open. She recoils slightly then rights herself and lifts up out of the water. He traces a line down her belly, his flow still strong and so very hot on her skin. It feels hotter than the bath water she’s laying in. She lifts her hips up and opens her legs wide. He takes a side step and pisses straight onto her clit.
She gasps and stares. It feels so good, better than she thought it would. Her fingers venture into his stream and rub her clit gently as they are drenched from above. He groans and the stream breaks, starts again, stops for longer this time then with one final push he empties the last of his piss onto her pussy. Her fingers push inside her. She lowers back into the water and frigs herself hard for a moment. She watches his cock grow back to full hardness again.
He’s smiling at her, he steps back to level with her chest again and says simply, “Suck my cock.”
She’s a little taken aback, she’s not used to being told what to do but nevertheless it was what she wanted so she lifts herself up and leans over the side of the bath. Her face is level with his cock. He stands still, holding it in his hand waiting for her to take it from him.
She takes him into her mouth. He’s rock hard again now. She swirls her tongue around and tastes his piss. She likes it. She likes how naughty she’s feeling. She licks and laps at him, savoring everything about him. She sucks and licks, takes him deep into her throat.
He puts his hand on her head and thrusts into her mouth harder, again and again. He feels her tongue flick whenever he gives her a chance to. He feels her gag. He ignores it and fucks her harder. He’s not going to take any time over this. He can feel the pressure in his balls. He’s going to cum and he’s going to do it all over her face.
She tries to breath out, snot and spit leak from her face, tears leak from her eyes. She clenches her fists and slams them into his hips trying to push him away. He tightens his grip on her hair and when she starts kicking in the water he pulls out and lets fly all over her face. He holds her up, she gasps in air and he pushes back into her mouth just far enough so he can still see his cum land on her tongue then another shot right across her face.
She’s just glad to be able to breath. She swallows the cum on her tongue that’s threatening to choke her. She opens her mouth for more and closes her eyes.
His fingers loosen in her hair and he allows her to move again. He waits for her to get her breath and composure. She’ll lick him clean before he’s finished. He watches her smiling. He doesn’t have to ask her to. She moves forward and knows what to do. But fuck it’s sensitive now. Her tongue feels magic. It feels like its everywhere at once. And when she takes him back into her mouth and sucks him his knees buckle slightly. She’s cleaning him with every bit as much enthusiasm as she started the blow job.
He pulls her head back and pulls away from her. He’s putting his cock away as she drops back into the bath dazed but smiling, cum all over her face and neck and the memory of piss all over her body still just as fresh.
“You better get your wash.” He tells her and leaves the bathroom.
She hears him go down the stairs and the door open and close. Where the fuck has he gone? She splashes water on her face and body, quickly rubs herself down and jumps out of the bath grabbing a towel.
She drags on her robe again and heads down the stairs. She’s so puzzled. She opens the door and looks out. He’s at his van, back doors open, just his rear visible as he leans inside. When he emerges she’s embarrassed to be looking for him and ducks back inside. Her heart is hammering in her chest. She’s still horny but it seems to the world as though nothing ever happened.
She waits until he comes back to the door and is surprised that he knocks again. She feels as though time has just rewound. Very surreal. She opens the door again and just blinks at him. He’s charming and polite.
He even says, “I’ve come about the shower,” and laughs out loud.
“Cuppa?” she offers bewildered.
“Sure, thank you.”
She blinks at him. Did she imagine what just happened? Her fingers touch her face trying to feel any remnants of his cum, there is none. She clears her throat and remembers his cock there but he’s a totally different man. She turns for the kettle again.
He smiles when she turns. He’s enjoying her confusion but he’s got other things to enjoy more.
“Gotta start the job on a brew” he jokes. He sees her head shake slightly.
“And then I’ve got a pussy to take care of.”
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