I’m absolutely delighted to bring you this extremely hot piece of shower erotica from the fabulously talented Jaimie. If you haven’t already visited her website, please do. It’s full of sensuous story-telling with a wicked streak of humour. And don’t get me started on her pictures and photographs, truly beautiful stuff! Jaimie’s Erotica.

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Soapsuds by Jaimie

Have you ever heard of a ‘Hollywood Shower’? It’s an expression used in the British military. That’s what my friend who’s in the Royal Navy tells me, anyway. It’s a shower which is longer than absolutely necessary. On a ship, in particular, there’s an obvious need not to waste valuable resources. Standing in a hot shower just for the pleasure of the water on your skin, relaxing tired muscles and soothing away the stresses of the day. Not something to be encouraged on a massive, floating weapons platform while away on deployment.

I’m not in the forces, though, and if I want to have a Hollywood Shower, I bloody well will, thank you. It’s my water bill after all.

In any case it’s Sunday; a beautiful Sunday with the sun streaming through my bathroom window. I’m in a lazy mood.

It’s a wonder I’m up at all, really.

I have some new soap. Exciting, huh? Don’t mock; I’m actually finding that I take longer in the shower these days since I discovered it. It’s all natural, with small grains that exfoliate my skin as I rub it over myself. It’s very creamy and leaves my skin feeling soft and fresh, even before I coat myself in body butter. Best of all, though, is the smell: just like coconut. Like a pina colada, actually.

It’s so…umm…yummy, rubbing the bar across my stomach and up around and under the curve of each breast, the pressure between the creamy bar and my wet flesh summoning clouds of white foam, sliding down my belly into my groin, feathery-soft and tickling; slithering over my mound, slipping across my pussy and between my thighs before, drip, drip, it splats below me into the shower tray. Other clouds – of steam – billow and swirl, and the gentle drumming of the jets of water on the back of my head and neck pummel my thoughts towards you.

Oh! Hmmmm – there you are!

Well, while you’re there, how about you soap my back up for me? Here’s the soap. Oh yeah, that’s so good! Can you get the spot between my shoulder blades? I ought to get a backscratcher or something…

To the right a bit. Down. Bit more. Yeah, there. There! Unnngh. SO good! Oh, god, keep doing that.

Hey, why’re you…

Oh. That’s why. What about my back? Stop that! Hey!

Mmmmm.

Yeah, ok, you can keep doing that, then.

I mean, really. This is totally taking a liberty. I only let you join me so you could scrub my back, and now you’re just using it as an excuse. Both of your hands, big strong hands with long fingers, diligently – oh god, SO diligently – reaching around and soaping my tits, following the border of each, the crease, with fingertips and spreading your hands wide and smearing suds and water and – fuck – Don’t stop.

You palm my breasts upwards, squeezing inwards, and the rivulets of hot water change course to follow the changed topography of my tit-flesh, forming a small, steaming lake between the two glistening wet hills and spilling out as it overflows down the crevice between them.

You’re pressed behind me, and I can feel your weighty cock growing against my arse, pressing into my slick and slippery cheeks, sliding in, lubricated by the suds until it rests now, wedged between, and it grows even harder, straining against my wet flesh.

Don’t forget the rest of me. I need cleaning. I’m dirty, you understand? I’m so very, very, fucking dirty, and I need to be properly cleaned. Everywhere. Oh. Yes, that’s exactly what I had in mind.

Your hands, flat on the skin below my breasts now. Your fingers, spread and touching at the tips of your thumbs, spread across the whole span of my ribs, your little fingers following the curve of my torso. Those hands begin to move down now, slowly, agonisingly, deliciously, the cascading water streaming down the front of me as I lean back into you. It’s running through the valley between my breasts and over your hands as they slide downwards, pressing firmly into the soft flesh of my body, pulling me against you. Your cock is cast from iron and worming its way inwards, into the gap at the top of my thighs. The hard glans slides across my little ass, the pressure against that sensitive spot making me jolt and arch my back, pushing my tits out as I lean my head back against your neck.

Your hands continue their languid journey, pressing hotly into my soapy skin.

They’ve reached my hips now, and this is where they diverge: one continues down until it rests on the front of my thigh, maintaining the pull, the pressure; pulling me back against you. The other is snaking inwards, and I realise with a thrill of expectation its intended destination. A vanguard of fingertips is slithering over the curve of my mound and inwards. The pace of this invasion remains constant, purposeful.

You’ve reached the hood of my clit now, and my hard little button, tingling, slippery. Yes. Clean me there. Fucking clean me. Keep doing that, oh fuckohfuckohfuck.

If you keep doing that, I’ll come off in no time.

I want you in me first.

I shuffle my legs apart to give you full access to me: coming at me in a pincer movement. Strong, thick fingers raking the front, hot hard cock to the rear. Will they meet in the middle?

I push my bum towards you and the hard shaft presses further through my thighs, trawling between the lips of my soaking pussy, pressing against the tip of my hard, fizzing clit, and I shudder with need. Your hand, craning around my hip, pulls me hard back against you and your fingers slide back into place at the top of my slit, finding my hard little bean and flicking the pads of your fingertips across it.

Shudder.

I brace myself, palms flat on the wet white tiles in front of me, offering myself to you while the streams of hot water change course again, streaming over my back and down my thighs.

I moan, and my head flops forward, my mouth open; insensible.

You’re moving your hips now, sliding that piston back and forth through the slippery wet tunnel created by the curve of my upper thighs, running through the lips of my cunt, bumping against your own fingertips as they handle my clit. Businesslike; a fruit merchant assessing ripeness, but every pass of your hard probing fingers is making me twitch; little tingling jolts coruscating from clit to nipples.

Lust is making me gasp and pant. I’m a bitch in heat for you.

That cock, sliding back and forth over the contours of my cunt, slipping through sopping folds. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Put it in me, for fucks sake.

You thrum my clit a little harder to punish me for vocalising the thought. For being such a filthy little whore. Clean me then. Ream me out and douse me in your cum. It’s all I can think of. As the contact between our bodies breaks with your backswing, I now begin to drive my hips back onto you, driving my arse against you, delighting in the wet slapping sounds; the length of your hard dick punches through my pussy lips, driving me slightly insane.

The pink cloud is beginning to fill my head; that hot, buzzy feeling between my hips and the slight numbness in my lower legs. It’s coming.

You’re not going to put it in me, are you? I have to take matters into my own cunt then.

It’s coming up on me, lifting me like a wave rolling towards the sand. You reach the end of your backswing, and I tilt my hips backwards as far as they’ll go as your cock begins its forward thrust. The changed angle works like a charm. My greedy, sloppy, slutty little cunt captures it; the head slipping in one smooth movement right up into me, stretching me out in a single move.

Your swollen, hot glans punches the spot, and a glowing, fizzing weakness begins to rush through me, radiating outwards. My clit is kaleidoscopic popping candy, and I’m moaning in ecstasy as you begin to slam into me. Your hands grip my shoulders, hard, as you drive into me, slapping, groin against arse; grinding into me as I twitch and gasp: that jerking pole jetting spurt after spurt of your gloopy cum right into the very depths of me.

It’s a moment or so before I’ve gathered myself enough to open my eyes. My legs are trembling. Actually fucking trembling! Fuck. I’ll have to be careful in all these suds, without you here to catch me if I slip. God, that was so intense.

I reach out of the shower, grabbing my phone, and set the camera on timer. I balance it on the shelf behind me and pose. I need you to get here quickly. I need you to make me dirty again.

Come and soil me.

I send the picture to you with a caption:

Guess what I’ve been doing?