The water is scalding hot, steam curling around my body like a lover’s hands as I step under the spray. I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, my neck, my breasts… running in rivulets down my stomach and between my thighs.

I thought I was alone. I thought I had time to touch myself slowly, to let my fingers wander where they wanted while I imagined your hands instead.

Then I heard the door open.

I didn’t stop. I kept my eyes closed at first, pretending I didn’t know you were there, watching me. My hands slid up to cup my soapy breasts, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples as I let out a soft, needy sigh. I knew you were staring. I wanted you to stare.

The shower door slid open behind me. Strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back against a hard, already throbbing cock. No words. Just the sudden, delicious pressure of you pressing against my slick entrance while the water continued to pour over both of us.

I arched my back and pushed against you, whispering, “Fuck me… right here, right now.” You didn’t hesitate. You thrust deep in one smooth stroke, filling me completely while I moaned loud enough for the whole house to hear.

Every thrust made my tits bounce, soap and water flying as you fucked me harder against the wet tile. I reached back, digging my nails into your thigh, urging you deeper, faster, rougher.

My legs started shaking as the orgasm built. You reached around and rubbed my swollen clit with firm, slippery fingers while you pounded into me. When I finally came, it hit me like a wave — my whole body clenched around you, a broken cry escaping my lips as I pulsed and trembled under the hot spray.

You followed right after, groaning my name as you emptied yourself deep inside me, your cum mixing with the water running down my thighs.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, your cock still twitching inside me… until I turned around with a wicked little smile and whispered:

“Next time… lock the door.”