After watching the last England match we go back to his place only to find out his housemate’s mom has arrived for a visit. Our conclusion is to have “stealthy” sex in the shower, where I enjoy being taken from behind!
We had decided to meet up to watch the last England match, it counted as a sort of date right? Walking into the pub, the place is packed full of men with only a scattering of women. I see eyes follow me as we take a table by the window. I’m wearing tight denim shorts and a black vest top since it’s so hot and humid outside, but paired with some knee socks. I can feel perspiration on my chest and thighs.
My lover sits next to me, and puts his leg possessively on my thigh. Throughout the game he gives me light kisses on my hand which he is also holding and on my shoulder. I find it funny because he doesn’t normally do this at all. When he goes to buy more drinks he gets hit on by an obviously gay dude and I feel a similar sense of possession.
The match finally ends, a pathetic 0-0 tie with Costa Rica only cementing this year’s lack of enthusiasm for the world cup. I hear talk of Wimbledon as we leave. His place is only around the corner, although I’ve been a few times now I can never remember the way to get there. The walk there we make small talk about the match but I noticed he had been stroking further up my thigh by the end, and I had been glancing at him a lot more.
Sexual tension was as thick as the humid air. Opening the door to his place though we hear the sizzling of cooking and the sound of someone humming. We’re greeted by his housemate’s mum who had decided to come and cook dinner for him (he himself hadn’t arrived home yet.) After obligatory and somewhat humorous introductions we excuse ourselves upstairs.
In his room I can’t help but giggle. I can’t remember wanting him more, and yet there was such an important visitor downstairs. I put my back down and sit on his bed, he comes over and hugs me. I kiss him lightly when he sits down next to me but it quickly turns into more light kisses, and then more deeper kisses. Before we know it we are practically tearing at each other’s clothing, hands frantically pulling at shirt fabric and jeans buttons.
He is sitting against the headboard, shirt open, with me straddling on top of him, both our jeans still on. I can feel how hard he is underneath me though, and although we’ve stopped to look at each other with that “We shouldn’t be doing this” look, I move my hips around a little, making him groan in both pleasure and frustration.
I find it funny teasing him like this, knowing he’s a good guy that wouldn’t do anything to make it awkward for our sort of guest. I lean forward and start kissing his neck, his jawline, nibbling at his ear and placing lots of small kisses on various places on his cheeks. It’s meant to be cheeky, but the hands I have roaming over his shoulders and torso make it instead very sexual. Without me knowing, trying to tease him has instead made me more wanting. I stop, rest my head against his shoulder and sigh.
“I want you inside me so much right now.” I whisper.
This apparently is too much for him. He scoops me up and carries me to his bathroom. He places me down and switches the shower on full blast. I’m confused to what he’s doing but he turns around and start to slowly strip me of my clothing. First the vest top comes up over my head, he places his head in between my bra-clad breasts and unhooks it from the back. As the bra drops his mouth takes one breast and he starts suckling. A moan escapes my mouth as I stand there watching him. He puts two fingers in my mouth to remind me not to make noise, and I happily suck and nibble on them.
He moves down to remove my shorts, knee socks before coming back to remove my obviously wet panties. He looks down and just stares as I stand naked in front of him, one hand on my side the other on my buttocks. He likes to do this, just stare at me sometimes. I find it flattering but embarrassing also. I then do my best to take of his clothing too, and when I get him down to his pants, his rock hard cock practically jumps out at me. In my head, there’s no other choice but to take him in my mouth and taste how excited he is.
He looks shocked for a moment, as I kneel there in front of him, both hands carefully stroking down his shaft whilst my tongue licks tentatively at the head. This time a moan escapes his lips and I look up to tell him to shush. I continue sucking him, using my tongue to play with the head of the penis before trying my best to take his entire length down my throat (which I’m getting better at but still unable to do fully.)
Finally he can’t take it anymore and moves me into the shower. I’m suddenly drenched in hot water and the feel of his hands on my slick body feels more erotic having sex in the shower somehow. He joins me, getting wet under the spray also. He kisses me softly, hands in my hair. I want him so bad.
I turn around to bend over, placing my hands on the on the wall for support. I feel him entering me from behind and have to bite my lip so as not to call out in ecstasy. He tries to be gentle at first, going in slowly and nearly pulling out all the way before thrusting back in. However it’s not long before he’s going harder, faster, pounding into my as I stand on my tip-toes trying to give him a better angle to take me from.
I feel my breasts sway from the movement, and glancing at the side I see him staring at me intensely in the bathroom mirror. I had forgotten completely about the mirror and now looking at our reflections, our slick bodies as he fucks me from behind, I’m sent over the edge. I close my eyes and push my hips back into him as much as I can. He follows soon, holding me close, both of us panting.
Then we both laugh. Laugh at how intense it was, how erotic it was and how we could have be found out. We switch of the shower, dry ourselves off before falling onto his bed. After a short while, we hear his housemate come home and we go downstairs to join them for dinner. Like naughty kids, I blush my way through three courses as we play footsie under the table.